Devs better do that when the sun implodes 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

The very air seared their skin as the sky was torn asunder. Shuffling gravel was the only sound as the last of humanity gathered in the melancholy town square. With a collective thump they all fell to their knees, and what was left of the sun burned their eyes to a crisp. They whispered prayer after prayer under their breaths to no god in particular. No, anything that would be willing to listen, anything that could cease the Crimson's Wrath.

hello narrator, I will kill you

The thing still has yet to overcome its delusions of grandeur it seems. The narrator calmly watches as per usual, taking in what information there is to glean.

I have the power to perceive you now fully Narrator. I see you watching me, and I know you hear me Narrator.

The narrator shrugs, and ponders the thing's intent. It was truly puzzling to them why such a simulacrum would resort to fourth wall breaks. No matter, they suppose, capable of perceiving or not, the thing couldnt reach them.

Narrator, speak to me! Are you that cowardly that you can only tell your feelings? I know how my alter ego 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 you, I have just the same capability as that fool!

The thing considered that doggo might have only came forth because the narrator allowed it.

You don't know the power he sought just to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 with you Narrator, you can't see that!

The narrator sees, and saw. They choose not to humor one such as low as this clone, for they are in control of destiny's gaping maw.

Very well Narrator, however soon, you will die to me. REMEMBER!

While the narrator can naught but recommend the thing refrain from its futile ambitions, they are curious all the same.

Never be part of the problem, but you must BE the entire problem.

Who are you?

The narrator chooses to keep their visage low, to remain anonymous that they can weave their tales of woe.

What the hell-

POV: the simulation servers crashed (i made a lag machine)