BRIME always likes stories. From modern to classic, from tragedy to lighthearted ones, Brime would have eaten all them up. But sometimes, like life, fictional stories just wouldn’t go in the direction we want. Sometimes it ends in a sad ending, and sometimes it ends in a direction where it doesn’t make any sense from a character’s personality perspective. It’s… unsatisfying.
So that’s how Brime got into writing.
Disappointment after disappointment, one agony after another, Brime finally decided to pick up a pen and started writing his own version of the story. The couple doesn’t get together even if it’s obvious that they should have gotten together? Fixed. Characters haven’t gotten enough agony even though it would be more entertaining if they have? Fixed. This character acted like an asshole as a father in the sequel even though in the original story it was obvious he was going to be a great father? Say no more.
Brime loves writing a story. It gives him the freedom that he rarely ever gets in his own life. He can just type a few words, and, boom, the dead character is not dead anymore, at least in the fanfiction that he wrote. Fanfiction is a powerful thing like that. Everything is possible, and no one would complain.
But, Brime’s life is not a fanfiction he can adjust and rewrite however he pleases.
“No.” Kinar, his caretaker, said. Crossing his arms in front of Brime’s room, “How many times should I tell you that we can’t do that?”
“But Kinaaaar, it’s just a website. I just want to publish my writing for the world to seeee.” Brime whined, clutching pages of handwritten fanfiction that he wrote, “You can watch me closely if you don’t believe me. I am only opening that website. I sweaarr”
Maybe you are wondering, ‘What’s happening right now?’. To answer that question, in short, Brime was begging Kinar to give him access to open Ho3: Haloe of Our Own. A website specifically made to dump fanworks and delulu that the fans of a media might have. Brime had heard of this website’s existence from a teenage girl he was acquainted with some time ago. And as someone who has a lot of self-indulgent fanfictions of media he consumes, what's a better website for him but that one to store and share his way with words, right?
Sadly, Kinar doesn’t seem to think so.
“You also said that you are not going to ask for anything more if I bought you new books every month. Look where we are now”
“But Kinaar, this is a way to improve my creativity. I might be able to conduct that ‘spare plan’ for stealing method you told me to make, you know? I haven’t been able to make one because I am creatively dry! If you just let me go into that site…”
“No,” Kinar said firmly, slamming the door in front of his face.
Brime slumped to the floor. Lamenting, “Noooooooooooooooo...” as he wallowed in his agony and the heartbreak his caretaker just put firmly before his eyes.
“And that’s the story,” Brime said—oh, wait. Wrong. It’s not Brime, it’s Black Crystal—tapping a stapled sheet of paper in his hand onto the mahogany table in her room, “Can’t you understand the distress I am in right now?”
Suis stared at him, frowning. To be honest, she doesn’t quite understand the situation that Black Crystal just described (it does feel like he deliberately skipped some information that would have made the story make more sense, but she isn’t going to ask about them), but from the way Black Crystal’s dramatic self act even more dramatic today, Suis could infer that this is a great deal for him.
“I understand how that can be… disappointing,” Suis said, sipping the tea she prepared for them both. She glanced at the papers in his hold, “...If it’s going to make you feel better, I am going to be your reader. How about it?”
Black Crystal snapped his neck, practically beaming beneath his mask, “You are going to read it?”
Suis smiled, “Why not? You put a lot of work into it, right? I will be your sole reader if you’d let me”
“Of course I would let you!” Brime hopped off his seat. Scattering the stapled papers in his hand onto the table, “I didn’t think you would want to read them, hehehe. Which one would you like to read? Romeo and Juliet reimagined? A story about a corrupt mice society? How about this, a story about someone who wanted to die but everyone all around him died instead?”
Suis watched as the young man rattled off in excitement. His hands scrambled onto the papers filled with handwritten words. Didn’t think she would want to read them? Suis shook her head, amused. The fact that he already brought his handwritten fanfictions up to her place means he had expected her to offer to read the fics.
“Show me. Which one’s your favorite one?”
Oh well. Let’s just let him indulge in his happiness a little.
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