He woke up the next day, as if it were all a dream....
But that was not the case.....
"Have I been dreaming?" the boy wondered as he left his bed.
"No, since the narrator has just said it, I didn't dream..." He said to himself calmly, looking at himself in his mirror.
He then noticed a strange change.....
"Why is my hair white?!" he wondered with comically wide eyes.
"I must admit that it suits me well.... Was the author the one who did that?" the boy wondered as he brushed his teeth and dressed for school.
This boy lives alone... What for? Because it's fiction...
.....
He was in the canteen, eating a sandwich while playing with a coin between his fingers.
Suddenly, he received a blow on his left shoulder which caused the coin to fall.
"Well then! What are you doing here? You could have waited for me!" cried a boy with spiky brown hair. His name was takumi...
"Sorry, I was a little lost in my thoughts" he says simply.
"I forgive you! But tell me, your new haircut is cool! White makes you super charismatic!"
"Is it true? Thank you," he said with a sincere smile as he picked up his coin.
"Dude? All right? You're not like usual. You've been following the bojack horseman series all night I bet," he said with a big drop of sweat on his head.
"Where does this drop on his head come from? I'd never seen him before....." he said to himself with wide eyes.
"Huh? Do I have something on my head or what?" said takumi, scratching his head in embarrassment.
The drop of sweat was still there....
"Could this be the author's way of representing a particular emotion in a character?" the boy wondered, looking around.
He observed the students. girls surrounded by hearts or stars. A boy with black vertical features on his head as he lamented....
The visual language in manga and anime...
"So that's how the author shows our emotions? It's a visual indication for readers..." said the boy to himself, touching the drop of sweat on his friend's head.
It exploded....
"Wow! What were we talking about, man? We should go back to class!" smiled takumi as he stood up.
The dark-haired boy simply nodded...
"What just happened?" he wondered.
A few hours later, the boy was on the street, writing notes in his notebook.
Before his eyes, he saw the author's giant pencil creating people who walk like him. Some were angry, some were happy, some were sad.....
The author represented all emotions through his people...
And what did he feel?
"Surprise maybe..." replied the boy, looking at an invisible point.
The street was just a blank page where they zigzagged incessantly in words that come together to give sentences, then texts.....
Yet there was a goal to it: to satisfy the readers.
And yet.....
"If I'm a fictional character... Nothing belongs to me. My body, my emotions are created from the imagination of the one who created me. Everything I do is described and explained to the readers"
The wind blew and the boy could feel the cold biting his skin.
"Everything I feel, the joy, the pain... If the author wanted to, I wouldn't feel anything. Giving me emotions is therefore consistent with the logic of 'real life'" he says to himself as he observes the cars on the road.
They were rolling and their "vroom!!" was written in onomatopoeia that floated in the sky before disappearing.
"What if....." he began before walking towards the road.
It was the ultimate test.....
"Are you crazy?!?
"Are you crazy ?!?"
"Attention!!!"
"ahhhh!!"
SKREEECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THUUUUUUUUD!!!!!!!
"Fuck!!"
"Call an ambulance!!"
"My blood... He's red, he's always been red.... Why does the author use this color? "He asked himself when he saw the author's pencil colored the street with his fictitious blood.
His thoughts turned to the wolf who had died yesterday.
"What happens after the death of a cartoon character? Is death a constant in this fictional universe? I wonder if I'm going to die? It's up to the author to choose, I guess...."
"Fiction is a prison where sentences are the walls"
Author unknown
To be continued....