[ WP ] You wake up one day just to see every character you ever created staring at you .

A sword. 
 
 My mind was so hazy I could only register what was in front of my eyes, but not what it implies. 
 
 It was a really beautiful sword. Even I, who knows nothing of metallurgy, know that it was done by a master blacksmith who poured their heart into every milimeter of the blade. And then I raised my head, to the being who wielded the beautiful pitch black sword. 
 
 `` Shit.'' one word, is all that I could say when I saw the princess I wrote for my short story pointed her blade to my throat. 
 
 `` Ah, you're awake. I was wondering how beautiful your face would be if I carved it off, but I ended up spending my time just thinking where to begin.'' 
 
 `` Izrdien. Why are you here?'' 
 
 `` Oh, so you remember my name.'' 
 
 `` Stop it, Izrdien. I do n't want to get into work when I finally got the day off.'' a winged creature pulled Izrdien's shoulder away from me. 
 
 `` Azrael, handsome as always.'' I smirked. Bad decision. 
 
 `` On a second thought, maybe just one is fine. Izrdien.'' the princess, clad in graceful pure white armor, raised her black sword once more. 
 
 `` No no no, wait, please, no!'' the sword passed harmlessly through me. Several chuckling sound could be heard. There are more of them? 
 
 `` Sorry,'' Azrael worked so hard to suppress his laugh `` I just ca n't help it. Of course it can not hurt you. You wrote it yourself that the sword could only kill dragons.'' 
 
 I looked around, and noticed the room is far bigger than I remember, crowded with so many people that, until today, only existed in my imagination. Izrdien. Reinia. Ryndizlien. Foyer, Respatih, Eidelfelt, Leidenson, and many others, surrounding my bed. A pair of dragon even intertwined in what I could just assume a dragon mating ceremony, right above my head -- even the ceiling was far higher than possible in my tiny house. 
 
 `` Could anyone please tell me what is happening?'' 
 
 `` Well, half of us is here for revenge, for killing them in their respective stories... And then there are complains and request for sequels. Me personally wanted you to give my story a sequel so I could live happily ever after.'' for some reason, the Angel of Death Azrael has turned into exposition character. 
 
 `` But, how? How are you all here?'' 
 
 `` You see, on that Dream Paradox short story you wrote last month, there was this character...'' 
 
 `` Oh! Oh! That'd be me, Marry Eidelfelt. I want a sequel!'' 
 
 `` Get in the line, please. As I said, that character was able to devise a method to summon entities from dream, and from there, from another fiction to their universe.'' 
 
 `` And how did that end with every single one of you in my room? And oh, by the way, thanks for expanding my room, I have no money to repair it if you did n't do that.'' 
 
 `` You're welcome. So, fictions are essentially worlds that never be, but using every intersection between the fictions you wrote and the real world...'' 
 
 `` And using your power, you basically reverse-summoned everyone to *my* world.'' 
 
 I sighed. `` Well, what should I do to return them into their respective worlds?'' 
 
 `` For those like me, writing a sequel right then might be sufficient. Some, like the dragons overhead, would return on their own. The avengers, on other hand...'' 
 
 `` I do n't like where this is going.'' 
 
 `` Do n't worry, reviving the dead is n't that hard if you have my approval. Feel free to die as many times as you want.'' 
 
 `` That's not what I was worried about!'' but a bullet passed through my head before I could finish my sentence. 
 
 After a while, I woke up again, Azrael looking down at me. `` This is going to be a long day, is n't it?'' 
 
 `` What made you think it'll be just a day?'' 
 
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