A Mob Character Surrounded by Main Characters Wants to be MC

EPISODE 3 - Character vs Creator (Part 1)

April 8, 20XX

Note: Let the 4th wall breaks begin!

If you won't give me the role...

"I'll force you myself, author! I bet you even used a name generator in creating my name, give me some screentime, dammit!"

In order to force the author into giving me an MC role, I have to blackmail him. Yes! By means of COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT! And all I have to do is say the name of a certain company.

"Dithney."

Huh?

"DITHHHNEY!"

My tongue... it won't say the word. How dare you...

"DITHHHNEY! DITHHHNEY! DITHHHNEY! DITHHHNEY! DITHHHNEY! DITHHHNEY! Walt Dithney!"

That ain't gonna stop me!

I looked around and searched my surroundings. I stumbled upon my bag and I found what might possibly be… my key to victory.

PAPER! Yes, I have some in my bag! If I'm not gonna get MC, I'm taking down yer story with you! TAKE THAT!

I took some paper sheets and place them on top of my desk. I drew a circle, then another circle tangent to the circle to the top left.

Now for the top right! IT'S THE END OF YER STORY! The mouse shall end my suffering!

Snap.

My pencil broke...

"AGAIN!"

I took out another pencil from my bag and pressed it against my drawing.

Snap.

"AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!"

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

My pencil broke each time it pressed the sheet of paper. I’ve run out of pencils.

I-Is this the end?

I rummaged through my bag one more time and found hope.

It’s not over! I’m not out of options, I have hope!

I took out my one and only gel pen. Shame, it isn’t a sign pen, but surely there is no excuse for this to break.

I WILL WIN THIS WAR!

My pen’s tip pressed against the paper and it didn’t break.

TAKE THE L!

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Of course, I celebrated too early. Because once the tip of my pen brushed against my artistic masterpiece, it blotted everywhere.

I-I should’ve cleaned its tip.

I banged my hands upon my desk and the messy paper. I looked up at the ceiling and cursed my creator.

"So you're playing dirty, eh? Fine. I'll let your story live, cause without it I won't become an MC."

I repeated my statement to make it clear that I wasn’t giving up.

"For now… HEAR THAT AUTHOR, FOR NOW!"

Note: Results of Today's Battle: Author wins.

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April 9, 20XX

I strolled through the hallway peacefully.

It's the last day of the first week of school and I'm still lonely.

"Someone please acknowledge my existence."

I redacted my statement since there was one particular person who did.

"Not you, author. Curse you!"

Someone walked with books and again, like last time, the person hits me. We were both pushed back.

Ouch... Not this again.

"Sorry," the person apologized.

"Hey! What's the big idea? You blind? Look where you're going b*tc-"

Eh?

I hadn’t noticed the gender of the person who hit me and once it did come to mind, it was too late.

"You didn't have to be so blunt," the girl said.

"Ah, sorry..."

She quickly grabbed her books and immediately escaped the scene. The people were murmuring around me.

"Trash..."

"Scum..."

I was struck by gloom.

Author gave me a chance, and yet he knew my mind was filled with the thought of revenge.

I gritted my teeth in extreme anger.

I stared at the window panes. I opened them and I yelled to the heavens from above, hoping that my scummy creator could hear my voice.

"YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE DIDN'T YA! Fine, I'll end your story early. No one would bother to read or watch it. And that's what I'm gonna do."

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I arrived outside of my room, Classroom 2-1.

I saw a man surrounded by girls, one clinging and two talking with him near the door.

Perfect. It's the Rom-com Protagonist. I'll ruin his story by barging in and saying nonsense that the readers and watchers won't bother to read, and I'll make it vulgar and loud! PERFECT! Absolutely devious. I would like to see the look on his face when no one cares about his story, especially at the disgust of the viewers right now.

"Kazu-kun! Would you like dinner? A bath? Or me?" the clinging girl asked the Rom-com protagonist.

"Do not tarnish Tamaki-kun's last name, Morine Emiko-san," the other girl to the Rom-com Protagonist’s northwest replied.

"Heheheh, it's Kazuhiko-kun for me," the girl to his northeast replied.

What are you saying, Emiko-san? We are in school, you shouldn't say that," Tamaki, the Rom-com protagonist answered.

"Why shouldn't I? Hmph!" Morine Emiko asked with a pout.

I’ve had enough of their nonsense that I decided to call them.

"Hey!"

"Aw, don't be like that, Emiko-san. I'll give you sweets later if you behave," Tamaki offered.

I call them again.

"HEY!" I yelled.

"YAY!!!" Morine cheered.

Being straight out ignored, eh. Wait 'till they get a load of this.

I touched Tamaki's shoulders. He finally turned his attention to me.

I began my rant.

"Can I just say that you're the biggest piece of sh*t I've ever heard, and then you are a dense motherf*cker, can you just shut up, people like you disgust me the most, people like you make me want to drop dead cause of always saying 'I didn't know you loved me,' when they keep clinging to you unnaturally, are you that braindead? Drop dead, oh, and you aren't that handsome, you know? I've seen better faces than you, yet scum like you get the attention, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, don't you dare talk to me-"

"Hey, chill down for a minut-" Morine interrupted.

However, I pay her no mind and proceed with my diss.

"Don't touch me, don't even look at me, oh am I taking up your precious time for 'CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT', THAT'S NONSENSE! I hate you, I despise yo-"

The northwest girl interrupted, "I can't understand anything you're sayi-"

But who cares about her? So I proceed with my rant.

"Shut up! Don't say anything. We all know the readers and watchers hate you and despite all that for some reason the girls still love you, I hate you and the author, both of you are so unoriginal, and then for some reason, girls out of nowhere appear again for 'plot development' and in the end, you just prolonged and milked your series and wasted their time when their best girl doesn't win, I'm getting tired of using words that make sense so the rest would just be filled of curses. F*ck you! B*llshit! Curse you! Motherf*cker!"

The northeast girl suggested to them, "Just let him finish, this is getting nowhe-"

"I'm all out of curses so I'm gonna spout out some nonsense! ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA! YOU LIKE JOJO REFERENCES RIGHT! ORA ORA ORA ORA! Let me waste your time some more. Blah Blah Bleh Bleh, all right I'm out."

I breathed heavily. Silence filled the area.

Guess I made things awkward.

I coughed and coughed and fell to my knees.

Water! I need water!

I plead weakly.

"Watuh, w-a-tuh, plis."

I uttered gibberish as I pant. I’m almost out of breath.

Well, this is embarrassing.

I tried to meet their gazes, but no one dared to. They all looked away from each other. I muster the courage to ask one more time for my needs.

"Somebody gimme water, please!"

Ring. Ring.

The school bell rang.

"We're just gonna back to class..." Tamaki excused.

The girls' nodded with him and they went inside the classroom at the same time.

Wheeze.

"Pleaseeee, have mercy..."

Cough. Wheeze.

What was I doing again?

Note: Results of Today's Battle: Author wins. Yes, this is a Love is War reference.

To be continued…

END OF EPISODE 3