[ WP ] You turn on your PC to keep working on your novel , but to your surprise , when you open the file , it is writting itself . You read some of what has already been written and it seems your characters have created free will , and the plot is progressing without you .

I'd left it for a while. I was rather glad that I'd given personalities that accounted for actions that progressed the story. 
 
 There was just one problem. Looking at the story progressing, at Glenn, Fran, Claudia, reaching the peak of their campaign... 
 
 `` Sorry.'' I whispered to myself. In another document, I copied the notes for the villain. AD, a cannibal who could absorb powers by eating corpses. 
 
 I dropped him in the story and shut off the monitor. 
 
 I was nervous the entire day. I could n't delete sections I did n't like anymore. No retconning scenes to make it flow better. If I wanted to add characters, they had to go in as big blocks of information, later reorganized. 
 
 I had n't been sure how my characters were supposed to beat AD. I could storm the story with new ones, but they would be one dimensional. One that specifically existed to beat her was in a later novel, but that character would n't blend with my main cast. 
 
... I was n't prepared for this. But it was a fast paced story, and it just had to happen. More preparation would flat destroy the villain. 
 
 Sighing, I went to class. 
 
 -- - 
 
 Coming back home, I dashed to my computer and turned it on. 
 
 *The shadow absorbed Claudia, leaving nothing but a dark reddish puddle. * 
 
 I swallowed, and cursed. I had been ready for Fran to die, not her... Checked the story. They'd created the counterweapon, so he would be gone soon, hopefully. I considered adding a'revival' character, but I already had a healer. A second one would n't end well. 
 
 Some deliberation. What would happen next? 
 
 *Glen turned to Francis, desperate. * The last line that had written itself. *'' She just ca n't be gone. Fran, this did n't happen, please, tell me that. `` * 
 
 A pit in my stomach, I clicked into the document, effectively pausing it. I could n't delete anything, but... perhaps I could change them to better fit this adaptive world? 
 
 Slow taps of the keyboard. 
 
 *Madness shone in his eyes. * 
 
 You could n't always stick to the script.
