A Part One
Racen wandered around. She had just popped up in a random building without any warning. It was rather strange. She had the knowledge of an adult and yet he was only a few seconds old. She felt the presence of someone behind him. He spun round and saw a fat, midget standing in front of her. What in the world! Of all people why did I have to get thrown in this place with him? He looks so...ugly. Yuck!
"Hello," the short creature said. "My name is RP417. I am a dwarf in case you didn't guess."
Racen could hardly contain herself from laughing. He is hilarious. His voice is soooo deep.
"Um...ok. Do you have any idea how we got here or not, because I certainly don't?"
"Ah! I think I know the answer to that. The Author, the man who created this world lives upstairs. I talked to him through the speaker system. His secretary, Ginger the tabby cat, is up there now." What! Racen couldn't believe that she was being ruled over, at least in part, by a cat! That was crazy! She was an elf!
"I cannot believe that the author would do anything as mean as that!"
"What do you mean? You think it is mean that his secretary is a cat?" RP417 rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. It was made up square, glass tiles that were lit up by silvery lights. Racen followed his gaze and saw the form of a orange striped tabby cat sprawled out on the glass floor. Aside from that he couldn't see anything.
All of a sudden some form of external light invaded the room. Racen turned to see the Author walking into the room with a rectangular silvery item in his one hand and a black briefcase in the other hand. Racen didn't know why, but she felt some force pulling him toward the Author.
"Hello," the author said setting his briefcase on a desk that came up from out of the ground.
"Hi," Racen replied. "I have a question. What's that silver rectangle?" Racen watched as the author moved his lips as if he were saying the word until the realization dawned on him. Racen was talking about his iPad. The author chuckled and cleared his throat before answering her. She started growing impatient. Just hurry up already!
"This is called an iPad. I use it for writing, reading and some other things like that." Racen stared blankly at the Author. Does this guy think I know what what all these things mean. "An iPad is an electronic device. But you don't need to know about that right now."
"I would like to ask you a question. Why in the world am I ruled over by a cat?" The author raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat before addressing Racen.
"Ah ah ah! Ginger is just my AE (Alter Ego) who calls himself a secretary. He is really more of a...oh what's the word...an advisor." Racen chuckled silently. This Author can't even figure out the right words to use. He must be a terrible writer I hope he doesn't turn me into a fool!
"I can tell you are very opinionated!" the Author said reading Racen's thoughts. She fumed.
"What? You can't read my thoughts!" Racen said clambering to reset the world's settings.
"Oh no you don't. I as the Author can do anything I want in this story. Now you come back to this very spot or else I will take away your ability to change the settings. You need to learn to behave or else I will have to lock you up in that closet Racen.
"Alright—but what am I supposed to do with a boring oaf like that stupid RP...dwarf...punk?"
"Hey! That isn't very nice! I told you to behave. You might just want to ask him, not RP dwarf punk, a few questions about where he is from. You could even ask him how he got his name."
Well, I suppose that isn't all that bad of an idea. The only problem is it comes from the Author who seems to tell me everything I should do! Racen eventually made up her mind and walked over where RP417 was sitting on a wooden stool chewing on some beef jerky and sharpening a pocket knife. I wonder how in the world he came by that stool and a pocket knife. He may have had the knife in his pocket, though I know that, that stool wasn't there a minute ago. Strange!
"Where did you get that stool?" Racen asked brushing some wisps of hair out of her eyes.
"Ginger threw it down here because it was too uncomfortable for him. But it is fine for me!"
"I see. If you don't mind my asking, how did you come to get a name like RP whatever it is?"
"Hahaha! Funny you asked. You see, the reason this is called Typo Alley, is because at one time someone thought the Author's username, for the writers society he is on, should be RP417. That was how I was named. You also came about because of a typo. Every user who has a misspelled name is sent here. Speaking of which, I think I see some newcomers heading here right now." With a whoosh, an elephant and a wolf appeared in Typo Alley! And thus the plot began to thicken!
) Anyways I will read this and go onto the next chapter ;D
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