emptynarration:

Host stood back, watching, listening to what was happening. He was here. He was back. But it wasn’t possible, because he was dead, he was himself, but he was also there.

Flickering like an image not getting perceived properly on an old TV. Looking like how static sounds. But the piercing golden eyes and the short styled hair told all about who he was. And when he saw Host, he smirked.

Host was softly narrating, unable to stop himself, listening to Author. “He walked closer to the Host, slowly, his image flickering and stuttering, freezing before popping up two steps closer than before. A smirk grew on Author’s face as he listened to the Host narrate, helpless as this shouldn’t be possible. The Author was dead, the Host was all that was left of him. But-”

Author pressed a hand on top of Host’s mouth, stopping his narrations. He knew he was helpless without the power to speak, just how he had been helpless when he couldn’t write.
“nOt a wa y  to gR eet youR seL f .”

Host stood back, watching, listening to what was happening. He was here. He was back. But it wasn’t possible, because he was dead, he was himself, but he was also there.

Flickering like an image not getting perceived properly on an old TV. Looking like how static sounds. But the piercing golden eyes and the short styled hair told all about who he was. And when he saw Host, he smirked.

Host was softly narrating, unable to stop himself, listening to Author. “He walked closer to the Host, slowly, his image flickering and stuttering, freezing before popping up two steps closer than before. A smirk grew on Author’s face as he listened to the Host narrate, helpless as this shouldn’t be possible. The Author was dead, the Host was all that was left of him. But-”

Author pressed a hand on top of Host’s mouth, stopping his narrations. He knew he was helpless without the power to speak, just how he had been helpless when he couldn’t write.
“nOt a wa y  to gR eet youR seL f .”