Chloe Peters and the nonexistent forth wall.

Chole Peters was an 18 year old freshman college student. She awoke her first day of school at her new apartment. It was a bright late summer morning when she began her morning routine.

"Who is that?" Sh-

Wait what?

"YOU! who are you? WHERE ARE YOU?"

Wait are you...Talking to me???

"Yeah Who is this?"

Who is this?

"Nice try buddy. No one is going to mess with Chloe Peters. Now start talking!"

Wait your Chloe Peters?

"Yeah now who the fuck are you?"

I go by Hypnoflame

"What kind of name is that?"

The kind one uses for a porn story site

"WHAT?!?!"

Look Here's all I have figured out so far. You are a character I just wrote for a new branch on this story. It seems some sort of reality distortion is allowing you to be able to communicate with me as thought the fourth wall is non existent to you.

"Yeah so far I have understood none of that. You expect me to believe your some writer for perverts and that I'm just some toy for you and some other people to get off to?"

I mean...Yeah that's how this was supposed to go.

"Ok wise guy prove it I need to get dressed for my first day of classes how do you plan to prove it to me?"

Well you can start by opening your empty closet.

"Alright let me then instead grab my favorite tank with some matching shorts and... WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?"

Nonexistent at the moment. You may have memories of having clothes, but I haven't even wrote your exact fashion tastes yet.

"Well write them Einstien. I can't just walk around in pajamas."

Well quite frankly this is an enf story.

"Huh? What's enf?"

I don't really know what the letters stand for basically what it looks like it relates to is public nudity.

"WHAT THE FUCK? THERE IS NO WAY I"M GOING OUT NAKED!"

Well quite frankly That's no worries.

"What do you...WHERE THE FUCK DID MY CLOTHES GO."

I just wrote out your pajamas. Now you should be completely naked.

"OKAY SMARTASS LET'S SEE YOU MAKE ME GO OUTSIDE NOW!"

You seem pretty confident about this.