[ WP ] Your character figures out that he is just a character in a fictional world on some website


 Aaron sighs in boredom staring at the tv deliberating on what to do. He could wake up his younger siblings but that would come with a price of its own. While his siblings were temporarily entertaining and not too annoying in the mornings, they still required supervision. He opens his laptop and goes on reddit. He scrolls through the pages chuckling periodically but overall he was still bored. He rolls his eyes and groans; it was still only morning he would have to suffer the entire rest of the day with his boredom. Aaron coughs and his hand accidentally slides across the keyboard. When he looks up, he realizes that he accidentally clicked something and scrolls up the page to see where he was redirected. He was still on reddit but now he was on some strange subreddit that he had never heard of: Writing prompts. 
 
 He looks at the top prompts and clicks them interested. He reads the stories happily finally easing his boredom. They were the perfect solution; each had its own premise yet none of them were too long. He clicks on a prompt that reads: Your character has lost something very important. Describe it but don ’ t tell the reader what it is until the end. Aaron is able to guess the first few prompts and then scrolls down looking for an interesting one. He sees one with a protagonist that shares his name and stops to read it. He smiles as the author describes the protagonist ’ s younger siblings as lovably annoying. That fit his siblings to a tee especially considering their sense of slapstick humor. He smiles in fascination when the protagonist ’ s brother is named Dalton, just like his younger brother. He skims the story and then drops the mouse when he reads that the younger sister is named June. 
 
 He clicks on the author ’ s username wondering which of his friends were messing with him. He grunts in annoyance; he didn ’ t want his daily life to be published on the internet where anyone could see. He scrolls through the stories in awe seeing that he is the protagonist of every story. He pops the latest one up and begins to read. It described him waking up and wandering to the living room quietly not to wake his siblings. According to the story, after an hour he has an overwhelming sense of boredom and decides to play on his laptop and then he stops to look at the time only to be interrupted by his younger brother asking for breakfast. 
 
 Aaron smiles and chuckles; this was ridiculous. He glances at the clock and shakes his head laughing at his own paranoia. 
 
 “ I ’ m hungry Aaron, ” a small voice says from the other end of the living room. 
 
 Aaron ’ s head snaps up and sees his still sleepy younger brother. 
 
 “ Why are you here? What are you doing? ” Aaron asks wondering how his brother orchestrated this prank. 
 
 “ I ’ m hungry, Can I have breakfast? ” he asks grabbing his stomach. 
 
 Aaron glares at his brother who was staring back at him seriously. He could read his sibling ’ s faces and Dalton was telling the truth. 
 
 “ Yeah in a minute, ” Aaron utters scrolling down the page. 
 
 The story reads: Aaron asks his brother what he ’ d prefer and then prepares chocolate chip pancakes. The aroma wafts through the entire house and Aaron gleams with pride at the perfect pancakes. 
 
 Aaron calls back his younger sibling and asks, “ What do you want for breakfast Dalton? ” 
 
 Dalton thinks for a minute and yawns, “ Can you make chocolate chip pancakes please? ” 
 
 Aaron nods and heads to the kitchen; was this possible? The story had been posted two hours ago, how did the author know what Dalton would want? 
 
 Aaron pours the batter into the pan and tries to clear his mind of paranoia. Dalton sits at the counter anxiously and June wanders downstairs. 
 
 “ You ’ re making pancakes?! They smell delicious! ” June says sitting at the counter. 
 
 Aaron smiles and then realizes that they did smell great; he wasn ’ t a chef or anything but today he was on the ball. He looks at the perfectly round pancakes and distributes them to his siblings evenly. 
 
 Dalton smiles, “ You have to teach us to make them this great! ” he says. 
 
 June jumps in, “ Yeah, these are better than Mom ’ s! ” 
 
 Aaron shakes his head and says, “ We can ’ t all be great older brothers. ” 
 
 He takes a deep breath and then remembers the prophetical story. He looks to the window and at the sun shining in; how could that not be real? He opens the screen door and looks up at the sky. It was mostly blue with a few fluffy clouds just like yesterday. He tries to remember the last time it rained and remembers that it was the day that their father left for deployment. Aaron shakes his head trying to keep his emotions at bay and then goes back in to see his siblings. 
 
 “ June, Dalton, when was the last time that you were sad? ” he asks curiously. 
 
 They look at him puzzled and June answers, “ The day that Dad had to leave. ” 
 
 Aaron bites his cheek, “ When was the last time that it rained? ” 
 
 Dalton answers, “ The day that Dad had to leave. ” 
 
 Aaron thinks aloud, “ It rained when we were sad... ” 
 
 Dalton looks up confused, “ You haven ’ t noticed that it always rains when you ’ re sad? Not when me or June are, just you. ” 
 
 Aaron thinks back trying to disprove it but can ’ t, “ How long have you known that? ” he asks. 
 
 Dalton smiles, “ Mom says it ’ s your superpower. Why are you so worried? ” 
 
 Aaron rubs his eyes and shakes his head; how did his siblings think that this was normal? Why didn ’ t his parents tell him? Unless they knew that he would know it ’ s not normal and wanted him to stay in the dark. 
 
 His siblings finish breakfast and head upstairs while Aaron contemplates his life. Aaron looks curiously at the family ’ s junk drawer and grabs a pair of scissors putting them to his wrist. 
 
 “ Give me a sign or I will slit my wrists, ” Aaron says quietly but sternly not wanting to alert his siblings but yearning for an answer. 
 
 A strong gust of wind suddenly comes in through the window pulling the scissors out of his hand and blowing them back into the drawer slamming it shut. Aaron tries to open it but it is jammed and refuses to give. 
 
 Aaron sighs, “ What do you want? I don ’ t have superpowers or anything special, how can I be a protagonist? ” 
 
 The author shrugs with a smile and sends Aaron to go hang out with his siblings for a few hours to calm down. Aaron didn ’ t need to know all the answers, he just needed to take things one page at a time. 

