"Take that." Said Deena, beating Milly's high score in Donkey Kong.
"No way. You cheated." Milly replied jokingly.
"So, plan of attack." Started Deena.
"Train mostly. Draft all the other time." finished Milly, chewing on a candy.
"When am I going to sleep?" asked Deena, mockingly. Which started an argument between the two.
"It's rubbish honestly. All of it. Have you even seen the presidential campaigns?" they heard from across the room. This caused them to spin around and ready their, uh, weapons? At which the stranger replied with a sigh.
"Do you think those'll actually work?" he asked, smugly.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Deena worried.
He was a normal looking kid. Look 15, Brown hair, 5' 7" tall, skinny that's for sure. He wore thin rimmed glasses, a black T-shirt, jeans, and a black pair of converse shoes. His hair was a mess and it looked like he hadn't washed himself in years. He had a British accent, but an American physique.
"I know nothing of him." Milly exclaimed, scared. "How can he be?"
"Who? Me? Oh I'm just a simple incarnation of Time itself." he replied. "I'm going to need you to stop changing people the way you are, with it editing history in all. It hurts. Find some other way."
"But that's not-" Deena started, but got interrupted. By Milly.
"You look nothing like your entry in the data base." she exclaimed.
"Nice to know it worked." he remarked.
"Is there even a -" Deena tried to start again, but got interrupted by the guy.
"There is a way. Ask her." he pointed to Milly.
"Look at my character development, oh wow." He interjected, not thinking.
"What? Character, development? Isn't that only in media?" Deena asked, confused.
"First off, yes. Secondly, yea." he remarked.
"I highly doubt that was a remark. THIS is a remark." he said, seemingly talking into the air.
"I'm not talking into the air, I'm talking to you, BillBobJoeGates. THE WRITER." he yelled into the air again. Milly and Deena thought he was crazy.
"Hey, uh, guy-"
"I'm not crazy. I'll prove it to you. Think of a number but don't say it." he interjected.
"How did you know tha-"
"Just think of a number would you?" he yelled to Deena. Milly was standing off in the corner, cowering in fear for she knew who he was.
"Fine." Deena finally said, after a minute of silence.
"I'm thinking of a number." she said, bored and drained from their conversation. The number she was thinking of was 126. For no appa-
"126 is the number you you were thinking of." he interrupted. How did he interrupt me?
"How did you know?" Deena gasped, taken aback.
"H-he is th-the reincarnation of t-time itself." Milly said weakly from the corner. Obviously terrified, but also somewhat happy Time himself showed up.
"So you're HAPPY I'm here?" he questioned, somewhat surprised. "That's a first."
"How did you know that?" she replied, shocked and in utter terror.
"Simple really. I'm reading as it goes on. Reading it like a book. Getting a glimps into your heads." he said calmly. It was actually rather creepy.
"W-what do you mean 'reading it as it goes on'?" she stuttered.
"Well, for starters, I'm not actually here. I'M sitting on my bed at home trying to get to sleep. Because I can't get to sleep, I'm reading online stories. This one, you story, is from a website called cyoc.net. You're not going to be able to find it, it's not in this universe." he explained. It was all so confusing. Our lives? A story? I mean, I guess?
"Anyways, back to the matters at hand. You need to stop changing people the way you are. It hurts." he asked.
"Tell me when you decide, would you? Bye." he exclaimed, disappearing into nothing.
"What do we do?" asked Deena, still confused over the whole 'life's a story' thing.
"I don't know. We can go the alternative route and do as Time says, it still changes people, but it's easier for the Better Feinds to detect." Milly relayed from the vast expanse of information she holds.
This leaves you with two options.
1. Comply with Time and go down the harder path.
2. Use the harder to detect path of not changing methods but make Time mad.
The choice is up to you.