another story awaits @chaotiix ;;
“ Hey, assistant. ” Vivian calls out rather softly to him, upon ceasing petite fingers that had typed away across her keyboard. It seemed obvious by the unease that settled across her countenance that her mind was plagued with one irksome thought after another. Then again, when considering the fact her fame brought alongside it stalkers, harassment, loneliness and stress, melancholy would become ever prevalent throughout her daily life.
In the end, the Vivian Kong everyone idolized was a miserable girl forcing herself to write books she no longer want published while struggling against humanity’s unforeseen dangers. If anything else, she desired nothing more than to quit; only, that would be considered selfish.
“ This is probably gonna sound straight out of a science fiction novel, but... do you believe there are any alternate versions of me out there? Are there maybe multiple Vivi juniors who still dream about being an author, have Pokémon battles or ENOUGH time to date? I mean, I could always buy me a harem of handsome guys, though then again, having to pay money so I could live out the ultimate otome dream doesn’t sound as satisfying for some reason. ” Vivian drones on.
If one were to look past the silliness lacing her words, they could perhaps infer that she was having second thoughts about her career choice. It wouldn’t be the first time either.