[ WP ] You know you 're a character for an r/WritingPrompts story but you 're trying to figure out the prompt based on what 's happening in the story

`` Heh.'' 
 
 That's the only reaction most of the things I'd read had gotten tonight. My eyes stared listlessly at the bright rectangle a few inches from my face as I scrolled past the seemingly endless list of purple links on it. 
 
 I needed to do something. I knew this asshole expected something of me, but nothing seemed out of the new norm. It had been months and literally nothing had happened. 
 
 This was clearly the result of our crumbling public education system. Not only did he have writer's block but he was also *excruciatingly* boring. The stream of memes and jokes on the front page were all bland reposts. 
 
 I had tried at first. I really had. I went out trying to find my adventure. Where was the Donald Trump Space Wall, the human revolution in Hell, my title as pun master? 
 
 Apparently nowhere. So here I was, scrolling, loading, staring, `` heh.'' Repeat. 
 
 Oh, and the worst part of this borefest? The god damn remote was missing. This guy was n't just boring, he was cruel. 
 
 *What in the hell am I supposed to do? What is the god damned prom—* 
 
 My thought was interrupted by the sound of my alarm clock signaling my favorite time of day: four-twenty. Rubbing my palms together, I hopped out of bed, suddenly energetic. 
 
 `` Time to go to the bar!'' 
 
 Thirty minutes later, I had settled into the only chair in this hell that fit my ass, with a pint of the only beer that ever suit my mood these days, across from the only TV that seemed to play anything worth a damn. I do n't know what made this bar so special but my life here changed the moment I stumbled across it while I was searching for my adventure. 
 
 `` Ted! What is wrong with you?'' The bartender, Ted, had become my friend over the past two months. He was quick witted, down to earth and quick to refill my drink. 
 
 `` Wrong with me? Well, your mom never made it over to my place last night, for starters.'' The cocksure bastard flashed me his giant, lopsided grin at me. Oh, yeah, he's good. 
 
 `` You keep your hands of my mom. She's a nice lady. Now, can you do your friggin' job and change the channel to something that is n't Judge Judy?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah. You and your TV. Anything in particular?'' 
 
 `` Nah, just flip through'em till you get to something good.'' I downed the rest of my drink. 
 
 `` Sure thing, boss. 
 
... 
 
 That's odd.'' 
 
 `` Come on, Teddy bear. Channel's not gon na change itself.'' 
 
 `` Damn remote is n't working.'' 
 
 My heart sank. This was it. This was the end of the line. The good times had come to an end. Despair was clawing at my soul. The author was a cruel bastard. A right-angled dick. 
 
 `` Give it here! Come on, give it to me. I'll fix it. I *will* fix it.'' 
 
 `` Sheesh, take it.'' The terror must have been clear in my voice. 
 
 My hands shook as I took the remote from his. It simply had to work. Button mashing. That would do it. It probably just had a button stuck. My remote had always done that. The four button would always get stuck because of an old fight with a Dr. Pepper. 
 
 That began a furious and systematic check of every button. *Up. Up. Down. Down. Left. Right. Left. Right. B. A. One. Two. Three. Fo—No. * 
 
 *No. * 
 
 *Bullshit. * 
 
 *You have got to be kidding me. * 
 
 `` Fuck you.'' My voice cracked. 
 
 `` Hey now. There's no need for that kind of language. It's just a TV remote. I think I've got a spare somewhere around—'' 
 
 `` No, not you... The author.'' I was bawling at this point. Crying like man who had just found his remote control. 
 
 So that was it. I had to find the remote. 
 
 `` You're on an epic search to find your lost remote control. How and where do you find it?'' 
 
 My eyes flew open and I nearly snapped my neck in my haste to look at him. Ted, with his giant, lopsided, shit-eating grin entrenched in his face, was looking back at me, methodically drying a glass with a rag. 
 
 `` Another beer?''
