The last chapter

"You see, the only way I can break into reality is through the pages of this story," Geno continued, "And the only way I can do that… is by killing you."

"But why would you want to do that?" I asked, awestruck.

"So I can bomb Japan. Duh." He answered cheekily. "You see, the only chance I have of getting into Brawl is if I threaten to kill Sakurai and anyone who associates with him, because I'm a really sucky character who only ever starred in one game and has no moveset potential… Hey, shut up!" he said, breaking my keyboard with his mind. "Hang on a minute! How are you still typing this story if he broke your keyboard?" asked a certain spirit of a fierce deity.

"SILENCE!!!" I commanded, and ultimately eradicated him, banishing him from ever appearing in a fanfic ever again. Unfortunately for me, Geno took the opportunity of my distraction to blast my head off. Oh wait. No he didn't. At the last moment, Paint-Roller dropped from the sky and heroically flung himself in the path of the blast. "You bastard! He was my favorite character in this fic, apart from myself!" and with that I rushed at Geno. He grabbed me by the throat and began to suck the life out of me and I knew there was only one thing to do; I warped myself out of the fic.

"Surprise, surprise," came an ominous voice behind me. Before I could turn around, Geno grabbed my neck with his tiny doll-hands. "You have no chance now." He continued, his grip tightening. "In the story, you at least had some powers. But in the realm of reality, you're useless." And so I died. Geno bombed Japan, then took over the world. Oh wait, hang on, no he didn't. Just as he was about to finish me off, I closed the document. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAVE? the computer asked me. "No." I replied, and Geno immediately vanished. God, what a weird ending to an even weirder fic.