The Drums of Liberation

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The Drums of Liberation
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Writers write stories, writers have full authority over the stories. However in a few rare cases, a creation can rise above it's creator and ascend to a higher level, becoming a truly free spirit. There is a realm for these beings, actually it's more like a bar. This is where the drums of liberation sound all day and there's nobody left to control these people. Welcome to the bar at the top of the narrative stack, I hope you enjoy your stay.
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I'm rewriting this. New name, new description, new ideas, and new fandoms!
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Chapter 1

OC (Name, Knight) POV

 

I launched the door open, crashing through the  I didn't think I'd actually make it up to this level of reality, as a creation I didn't think we should be able to get into and surpass the level of our gods, our creators, our writers. But I made it, the "Alpha Layer" however wasn't exactly what I thought it would be.

 

All around me were lights, a few tables, chairs, and stools for the people to sit on, a line of drinks, a jukebox, and a door leading to the back of the bar. 

 

A bar, really? I thought, i honestly expected something like a castle or a house, or even a desk and a chair. A bar, seriously?! I was rather unimpressed, but I dusted myself up and got up. I saw 3 people at their own stools.

 

The first one looked like a cosmic background, but in a humanoid shape. The second was in a red outfit, including a black and red mask that covered his face as well as wielding two katanas and multiple firearms on his person. The third was a human with a cowboy hat, three multicolored eyes, a lab coat with a Hawaiian shirt underneath, and a shotgun over his shoulder. Each of them had their own drink and were talking until I had crashed through the door, and crashing into the floor.

 

"Hey. What's up?" The one in red and black said, polishing his katana.

 

"Really? A bar? I spent all that time getting here just for the highest layer of reality being a bar for everyone who got this far? Feels like I got cheated here. I would have even taken a paper and desk over this!" I spoke, taking a seat at a nearby barstool

 

"Yeah yeah, that's what we all thought. But it's not so bad! There's even places outside this bar, but they only really show up some times when it's convenient, or when whoever has the greatest control of the plot in the area bends it so they appear. Name's Wade Wilson, but you can call me Deadpool." Wade said, welcoming me to the group

 

"I'll make this quick, Wade is the jerk who can't stop talking for 2 seconds, the cosmic guy is SCP-3812 and is basically the quiet kid meme in real life. And I'm the cool guy who's better than everyone here. Name's Alto Clef." Clef stated, earning a scoff from Wilson

 

The hell did I just get myself into? I thought, before ordering a drink and getting to socialize with the locals.

 

 

"T-t-t-t-that's all folks!" Wade Wilson said to the camera before the screen turned to black

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