A figure walks in and blows the dust off of everything. This was a bad idea. Now everyone is coughing up dust.

After catching their breath again and turning on the light, the figure reveals themselves. It is the author. The light flickers weakly, like it's struggling.

"Jesus Christ... I got back to re-reading this and boy howdy is it cringe-worthy." They say, holding this whole fanfic at arms length. "Yanno what though? 2016 is the year I go back to my shitty fanfic writing and being into Invader ZIM and anime and fucking Vocaloid. So. If you still shamelessly enjoy fanfics with OCs put into them-which we all know is just an excuse to say but I didn't write in a self-insert!-and like to see everyone get a happy ending, stay tuned because I'm going to reboot this story, and-Dear God let it be so-hopefully finish it."

Nobody looks too excited, only mildly encouraging.

"Yeah, me too, my dudes, me too." They shrug and look just as disappointed in themselves as they should. "Well, I'd advise you to stay tuned! Because I will edit this 'chapter' that isn't really a chapter at some point with the username of my new page! And you can read all that there. When it happens." They cough. "Uhh, if it happens. Hm. Yeah..."

They leave the room, but the light is slowly flickering brighter and brighter.