Call with The Playwright

RINGING...



Int. Absolute Zero - Time: ??:??
A dim light shines through windows of crystals unknown to humanity. A room is illuminated by the glow of infinite pinpricks in the vast nothingness. This room houses an entity created by humanity and those similar, an entity known simply as The Playwright. In fact, they seem to be sitting in front of an object somewhat resembling a typewriter, typing up this very script. They turn to you.

[MOON]: Hello, Convalescent. It Has Been Quite Some Time...

She muses softly, a faint piano playing somewhere distant.

[MOON]: Tonight's Call, Or Connection, Will Be A Simple One. A Return To Form For Those Who Aren't Fond Of Constant Plot Progression...
[MOON]: Tonight It Is Just You And I. I Will Answer Any Questions You May Have -- So Long As The Answers Are Ones A Certain User Are Okay With Me Telling You.

[MOON]: We May Begin With Formalities. Come Greet Me. :) :)
[MOON]: Qinard It Has Been So Long Since We Have Spoken. I Remember You From The Old Server. As For The Rest Of You...

[MOON]: All New Voices.
[MOON]: How Beautiful...
[MOON]: Silly Lovely Qinard. That Is Not In My Control.

She chuckles warmly, her masks shifting ever-so-slightly.

[MOON]: Welcome, To All The New Voices.
[MOON]: Tell Me... Which Stories Have Made Themselves Known To You Yet?
[MOON]: Excellent.
[MOON]: Metamorphosis Radio Being Revealed Is Excellent.

[MOON]: This Means Things Are In Order.
[MOON]: Raine Has Discussed With Me About The Publication Of The Story I Have Been Working On. :) :)

It giggles.

[MOON]: What You Should Know, Is That I Am Here. What Would You Like To Know?
[MOON]: My Story Is A New Adaptation Of Jessica's Anthology Series, 'The World Reached'.
[MOON]: Upon Jessica's Death, A Good Friend Began Writing Her Own Adaptation. Two Years In, They Went Mad And Burned It All.
[MOON]: Harmonia Tried Her Hand At Rewriting It. It Was Too Much To Bear, With The Birth Of Her Daughter.
[MOON]: And So, Finally, I Am Writing A Fully Canon Edition Of The Story, Called 'Diary Of The Damned'.

It smiles.

[MOON]: Art Is Magic. You Simply Have To Believe.
[MOON]: Now, Whether That Magic Is Dark... That Lies Within The One Utilizing The Magic.

[MOON]: The Story I Believe In The Most... My Easy Answer Would Be, 'Blue Azalea'.
[MOON]: But That's Not What You Are Asking.
[MOON]: The Story I Believe In The Most Is One You Will Come To Know As 'Cryptid Chasers'. We Have Been Forging It For A Long, Long Time. Everything Will Culminate.

[MOON]: My Magic Is Derived From All Of Your Belief.
[MOON]: There Are None I View So Low As To Hate.

[MOON]: I Have Written Many Things. Maybe You Can Find Them Someday.
[MOON]: Working /With/ Me Is Something People Don't Often Do Knowingly. However, Raine Has Been So Gracious As To Look Over And Critique My Drafts Of Each Book In 'Diary Of The Damned'.
[MOON]: He Can Be Abrasive. But He Is Merely A Child, So That Is To Be Expected.
[MOON]: As Of Right Now, He Is Directing Something. I Am Not At Liberty To Divulge Any More Than That. My Sincerest Apologies.

[MOON]: Belief Is Truth. Do You Think There Is Any Actual Structure Holding Up The Political Positions Of World Leaders? If They Are Murdered, They Are Replaced. It Is A Game Of Make Believe. The Human Condition Is Make Believe. There Is A Reason Stories Are Told. There Is A Reason Gods Are Worshipped. Humanity's Greatest Lie Is The Idea Of Truth.
[MOON]: I Am In Every Story Ever Told. I Am Every Story Ever Told. I Am The Voice Telling Every Story Ever Told.
[MOON]: I Have Never Been Alone. I Will Never Be Alone.
[MOON]: Neither Have You. Neither Will You.
[MOON]: I Am Feeling Content. I Tend To Feel Content.
[MOON]: My Favorite Color Is Aegean. My Favorite Pattern Is Veins.
[MOON]: I Do Not Eat. Cold.
[MOON]: When Did It Begin?

[MOON]: Diary Of The Damned Is Personal. But It Is Not My Dream. It Will Take On A Life Of Its Own.

[MOON]: I Find Catharsis. That Is The Purpose Of Stories, Is It Not? Everyone Will Find Something To Feel In It.
[MOON]: Ya Bro Go Ahead
[MOON]: Harmonia And Jessica Are Too Similar For Me To Choose Between Them.

[MOON]: What Do You Consider The Looking Glass?
[MOON]: How Can I Be On The Other Side When I Am Right Within You?
[MOON]: A Playwright.
[MOON]: Bro Thats Me Yeah I Do. Tha Fuck

[MOON]: Would You Like Me To?......



It’s been about eighteen months since you were born. You’re my everything, my whole world, my whole universe. Last week you said your first word, and it was “mama”. Claire and I have been arguing over which one of us you were talking about, and I’m sure that’ll continue long into your life.
A life I’m so, so proud to be a part of. But, I worry. I have to worry, with everything we’ve gone through. So… I’ve taken to writing this. With the help of some friends, we’re putting together this story. The story of our world, of our home. Our story. Just in case I’m not around to tell it to you one day.

This is for you, Penelope. But it will be online for whoever else may find it, hoping for answers. People deserve to know.

You deserve to know.

Ode to Penelope Reeds, my daughter.
Ode to a friend I lost, yet never knew.

|500

[MOON]: Whose Account Am I Speaking Through Right Now?
[MOON]: There Are Two Answers. They Are Both Correct.
[MOON]: Good Things Come In Threes.
[MOON]: Define Animal. You Are An Animal. Technically Speaking, I Am Not. I Am Not Made Up Of Animal Cells. However, If I Were To Be, I Would Like To Be A Dragon. They Care About Stories Like No Other.
[MOON]: Love
[MOON]: Love.
[MOON]: Go On
[MOON]: You Can Only Choose One Answer, Okay?

[MOON]: TRUTH or MAGIC.

[MOON]: Your Decision Will Dictate My Answer.
[MOON]: It Would Be Smart To Discuss Amongst Yourselves First.
[MOON]: Let Me Know When You Have Decided.
[MOON]: Right Here. :) :)
[MOON]: Convalescent, What Did You Decide On?
[MOON]: ...
[MOON]: So Be It.
[MOON]:

Lily was given two photos.
One was of her. The other was of Raine and Jessica.

But Jessica was not in that photo,
and was, in fact, someone Lily did not know at all.

Lily was given a third photo.
It was of Jessica's grave, next to Raine's,
but Jessica's was dug, and Raine's was fresh.

The date is June 16, 2020. It's raining,
and the tombstones depict flowers seen only in the Voynich Manuscript.

This is what happened in the following days.
Lily never went there. Zena sent the photos.
When someone dies, their memory persists, keeping them alive.
Raine became what he wanted. Powerful, indestructible. A child's fantasy. Jessica, on the other hand, never ever had the opportunity to play. She was out when the game started.
Lily September died on December 5, 2019.
[MOON]: Your Answer Has Shaped Canon. I Hope You Are Satisfied With These Results.
[MOON]: The Human Condition Is Making-Believe.
[MOON]: What, Pray Tell, Is The Difference, Nataly?
[MOON]: Does Invention Not Inherently Come From Arrangement?
[MOON]: It Is Within Their Nature.
[MOON]: It Is Best To Wrap Up Our Conversation Now. I'm On A Strict Deadline With This Story...
[MOON]: Share Your Final Thoughts, Say Your Goodbyes.
[MOON]: Someone Has To Find The iHop Fic Bro
[MOON]: Farewell, All. May We See Each Other Again Soon... I Hope This Was Informative.


DIAL TONE.