[ WP ] The protagonist often breaks the 4th wall , and so the narrator decides to break the 5th . Things are getting heated between the two .

Yo, me again. It's the Protagonist. The guy who actually has to live out everything you people write. And, uh, this prompt is weird. See, oftentimes I *am* the narrator. This is one of those times. I guess I'm a masochist or whatever. 
 
 So, enough talking to you, here's today's story. 
 
 Woke up, drank coffee, went to the postmodernist dreamscape where all fictional characters go to perform their stories, yadda yadda. Anyway, so I was supposed to be acting out Deadpool today, but something went wrong. 
 
 I was about to start, I had my lines ready. There was an excellent fourth wall break in my mind. I braced myself. It was time to run. 
 
 I dashed forward with everything I had in me. The fourth wall was made of bricks, and it was n't going to break easily. Still, I had to do it. The plot wants what the plot wants. 
 
 As soon as I hit the wall, however, I knew I had made a mistake. This was not the brick of the fourth wall, or the curtain of the second, or even the bamboo paper of the first and third walls. As I crashed through the wall, splinters punctured my skin. The characteristic wood of the fifth wall gave way, and I entered a room of pure white. 
 
 I fell to the floor, my vision blurry. I turned around to see the set disappeared, endless white filling my sight. In the distance I saw a blotch of brown, an oasis of color in this expanse of nothing. I made my way toward it with little hope of ever getting out of this realm. 
 
 My vision cleared, and I saw a table. Upon it lied a pen and paper. A way out! I quickly scribbled down a story, crafting an escape from this nightmare. 
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 Part 2 soon
