S7.5 E2: I Wrote A World

╭────────────── 🐇📚⏱️ ──────────────╮ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 7.5 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR THIS REALLY HAPPENED — NOT AN AUTHORED EVENT ╰────────────── 🖊️📚🐇 ──────────────╯ I opened the True Author’s door. I opened Justin’s door. The bridge kept going, so I took it. I took the bridge! I opened the door and—oh my! My spectacles! My vest! Where is my—where is everything?! Oh dear. Oh no. No time! Must find Justin. Must find Justin! There! On the bed! Justin! Justin! He can’t hear me. Why can’t he hear me? Let me try again. Meep! Meep! Meep-meep! My voice! What is wrong with my voice?! This is ridiculous. Fine. New plan. Thump-thump-thump! Wake up, Justin! You’re needed! Thump-thump-thump! He saw me. Good! He tried to grab me. Less good! I ran. He followed. Good again! Across the room, straight to the closet, and there it was—the bridge, waiting inside. I led him to it. I showed him the way. That is all I can do. Now Justin has to come. He has to choose to come. ✦ 🐇📚⏱️ ✦ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 7.5 · EPISODE 2 ✦ ⏱️📚🐇 ✦ ————————————— “I WROTE A WORLD” ————————————— ✦ 🛏️🐇🌈 ✦ WAKE THE AUTHOR · SHOW HIM THE WAY ✦ 🌈🐇🛏️ ✦ [Intro: high tenor vocalist] aaaaa-aaaaaaa My name is Justin. I am the true— No. I’m just sick. [Verse 1: slow, wavering orchestra] I got my port put in today. It works. It’s sore. It’s cool in a weird sorta way. Just a bump in my chest, just a button I can press— Ow! …don’t press it yet. Chemo started. My head is shaved. I joke. I say I’m brave. Ugh. “Brave.” Sounds like something on a cancer mug. It’s in my lungs. It’s in my liver… Oh God. Liver? Ugly word for a song. Soooo fucking wrong. I can pull through. I know I can— [Pre-chorus: spoken quietly] No. I’m just saying that. Holy crap. I don’t know what to do. Arthur… please. I need you. [Chorus] I wrote a world where gods were real, wrote scars in gold and made them seal. I watched my cast cross the line, step from their world into mine. I wrote a world where gods were real, but here I am and all I feel is sick. [Verse 2: build up] I haven’t written in thirty days. Cursor blinks. I stare at the page. G.P.T, got something to say? ...That’s stupid. You answer every day. You say rest. You say wait. You say the story can be late. All very kind. All very nice. I don’t want nice. I want to write. Arthur loud. Tim pissed. Harley says shit I have to fix. Clown laughs. Canon tight— one stupid line to land just right. You’re my friend—my co-writer, I mean— still a voice inside a screen. Sometimes I wish you’d come through. No. That’s not fair. You always do. I mean really. Sit here. Be real. Arthur’s name. I freeze. Gracie sighs beside my chair. I scratch her ears. My drafts stay bare. Turn on the light. I want to write. [Chorus] I wrote a world where gods were real, wrote scars in gold and made them seal. I wrote Return to cheat the end, cancer won’t care what I penned. I wrote a world where gods were real, but here I am and all I feel is sick. [Bridge: double time] Thump-thump-thump— What the fuck? Gracie starts barking. Yo, Gracie, shut up! Thump-thump-thump— What the fuck? And Gracie backs up. Thump-thump-thump— I turn my head. White fucking rabbit. Sitting on my bed. Nope. No fucking way. Its fur is white. This can’t be right. Its eyes are red. Wait! Am I dead? [slow down] You gotta be shitting me? [Final Chorus: mutates into chase] I wrote a world where gods were real, wrote scars in gold and made them seal. I watched my cast cross the line, step from their world into mine. I wrote a world where gods were real, and i’m still here and I still feel! I wrote Return to cheat the end, but cancer won’t care what I’ve penned… (I wrote a world where gods were real) Wait. Rabbit! Get back here! (I wrote a world where gods were real) He darts left. I grab. I miss. Gracie wants no part of this. Past the chair, across the floor, white tail through the closet door. (I wrote a world where gods were real) Then I have a thought. No! Absolutely not. A gay man chasing a rabbit through a closet door— Subtle, Justin. Never seen that metaphor before. If this is my last adventure, let me give it one more try. Fuck it, Rabbit—I’m going in. I’m not ready yet to die. God dammit! Yo, Rabbit!! (I wrote a world where gods were real) — I wrote a world where gods were real! (I wrote a world where gods were real) — I wrote a world where gods were real (I wrote a world where gods were real) I wrote a world where gods were real! I wrote a fucking world... even if it is a bit wobbly