Yes for now.

I woke up and thought this was a weird dream. But when I looked around, I found that I was in that all white place and I was still nude. I started begging for The Writer to forgive me. I knew now that this 'writer' has some weird powers so it is better for me if I at least pretend to apologize even though I did not deserve this kind of treatment.

"You should know, I can hear your thoughts so apologizing via meaningless words while cursing me in your thoughts will only worsen your situation. Even though{if Benevolent Reader==1} a reader named Josh Lancaster{else} some readers{endif} tried to save you from the punishment, I did't let{if Benevolent Reader==1} The Reader{else} them{endif} save you.{if skip Reader==1} In the end all Josh Lancaster managed to do was skip the details of your punishment.{endif}"

The Writer can hear my thoughts now? This was something that truly scared me.

"Don't worry I forgive you. Here have some clothes."

I felt a swirling sensation and suddenly I was wearing the clothes I was wearing on my bed when I received that damn call. Oh I wish I hadn't.

"Don't worry you will only benefit by receiving that call."

"Stop reading my thoughts. And how exactly will I benefit? I have only gotten nightmares by receiving it."

"Oh! you think that was a nightmare. how adorable! You are so dumb, aren't you? I am changing things left and right and you still thinks I gave you a nightmare to punish you."

"You mean to say, all that really happened. There is a disgusting clone of me running around discrediting me."

"Well technically you had three visions; first one was of present so it is happening; second was of past so it happened; third was of future so it will happen. And there was no clone I just made some temporary changes to your body. Seriously, I think I am wasting my time trying to explain it to you. I made you an intelligent woman but you are so full of yourself that you just assumed she was a clone not you."

"But you said it yourself there are many versions of me in the..what did you call it..manyverse.."

"Multiverse! Yes there are other versions of you and I might have taken some inspiration from them but I changed you from your universe."

"You still haven't told me why other versions of me exist?"

"Have you heard about Schrodinger's cat, the cat that is dead and alive simultaneously."

"How can something be Dead and Alive?"

"Well that was the point Erwin Schrodinger was trying to make but just ended up giving the world the most used example to explain superposition instead of discredit it."

"Why are you talking all nerdily now?"

"Sorry, can't help it sometimes. Anyways simply put, whenever you are faced with a decision, all the different choices you can make are made in some version of the universe. Whenever you make a choice your universe splits into other parts where other choices were made."

"So if I am in a story and my universe splits on making choices where are rest of the universes."

"I am writing your story in my book, whenever a choice is made, I write the page number for different choices."

"Is it not possible that someone is writing you too. Maybe someone is writing about you and me on a website somewhere."

"Maybe, it is entirely possible."

Then I realized that The Writer had cleverly steered the conversation into sciency stuff while avoiding the important topic of this nightmare (that apparently actually happened).

"Wait a minute, you confused me with all this science bullshit and I forgot that Brad was there and he acted all rude which is not possible because he loves me. What did you do to him?"

"Brad, the closeted homosexual who hates you and has been planning **** for years, acted rude towards you; and you think I am to blame."

"What? Brad is not gay and he loves me, he is just too shy to ask directly."

"Who do you think got you fired?"

"You, of course."

"No I might have messed with the timing but Brad got you fired and Micheal got John fired."

Then The Writer told me all about Brad's past and that Brad was actually Chloe's brother.

"Oh, I didn't really knew Brad at all. And to think just a minute ago I cared for him more than I cared about what happened to me. So you will undo that nightmare right?"

"Changing future is the easiest one, as long as you don't make stupid choices it won't happen. Present is tricky but I will just erase the evidence. Past has some problems, if I change that your head might hurt a little and you will definitely see the changes as a vision. So time to make a choice what do you want to change."

"All of that, undo the whole nightmare. Although the past thing was not far off but I can't have everyone thinking I have that disgusting body."

"OK."

As The Writer said that, things changed and I lived through the Christmas and then New year party. Why did a small change made me relive a week in a matter of seconds, I don't know.

Note: In this chapter, I finally revealed that I am not The Writer. I am writing about The Writer. Just leaving this note for someone who didn't understand it by reading this chapter.