Every day
"YOu broke" squeaks Mr. Hama
"wat?"
"YOu broke the rule already- it was supposed to be one chpater a day."
Mr. Hamster, however, did not squeak this in his usual violence. At most it look a pencil and poked at it's filthy disgusting hoooooman. Sure is hard raising a writing human. They eat so much and need to much sleep but they don't bc they're stupid and invented capitalism and the internet and stuff.
Stupid hooomans indeed.
"But I was sleeeeeepy."
"Excuses." it stabs at CC with an eraser.
"I am only human, I get one day off yes? Yesss everyday is now a lie, I posty like 6/7 days. Sundays don't count and shiz" CC rolls, flopping outta bed and maybe into something more productive.
Days off were great. The world needs more if it. Maybe not shut down but more days off. Tomorrow CC and Mr. Hamster will not be off but back at the office, technically a "frontline" whatever that meant.
Suffering for everyone maybe.
"Today is Sunday you foolish human."
"Time does not exist." CC wails.
"No you just always late. On everything. Ever."
Call out hurts because call out is true. Mr. hamster needs no sharp weapons to gut CC either as a person or an author.
"I hate to be the one to squeak this Holman, but why don't you give it up? Give to a batter human and stop writing. I can only control authors and you put in a weird amount of effort. Can you be a better human first?"
What is this shit, Jimmie Cricket? Was CC hearing her evil hamster correctly?
"Da what now?"
"Stop writing. Stop posting things that bring no monetary or socially perceived value. Focus all your zeal and efforts into 'making it's as something substantial enough to be called successful to other humans."
CC does not like hearing this but Mr. Hamster is truely evil. If it cannot have readers tears it shall take from it's own limb, aka Stoopid human.
"That....that makes sense in theory but not.....it doesn't translate. It's not what drives me, you, beyong our mortal coils?" wails CC.
Somehow the mood had changed, for one the lights got all dark. Stage light off! Spotlight on!
Under the sudden bright light was a skull.
A HOOOMAN SKULL!
Or maybe a model a human skull from CC's old biology tutoring sessions. She finds the models aesthetically oooo and aweing despite the fact that it's really creepy at night and she scared herself easily. For a moment CC gets distracted, thinking about all her old students and if anyone even remembers what a cell membrane is anymore.
"Focus!" sqeuaks Mr. Hamster, dressed in a tiny Hamlet costume.
"Oh thats adorable, I don't know enough about the dress of 13th century Danish kings for this to be accurate but awww, look at your wittle cape."
"SIIIILENCE!" squeks Mr. Hamster.
It was too small to hold the skull for a famous "to be or not to be that is the question" scene but it could poke it's twitchy little pink nose and whiskers out from an empty eye socket. How cute!
"Oh come on, I didn't take over the brain of a stupid hooman that only knows that one line."
"Aww but you're just so cute in there."
"DISTRACTIONS! Now act! Answer! Translate for tongues no but does it not digest in the stomach of the mind's flesh? What makes you be- to tap the keyboard and spill the electrolnic ink- to first create a thing. Something, like a damned god, let alone a cursed wretched creation a day!"
"I can't speak Shakespeare Mr. Hamster. Nor can you- that's not even-"
"DO NO SPEAK BUT SING."
With a sigh CC throws on a blanket as a cloak, best cosplay ever.
"You don't understand. I crave validation in the same intensity which I crave sleep. To do something. To be something."
"Tis forsaken endeavors then. For you shed your tears of effort into a endless well that draws no fresh water."
"What is water to a (wo)man dying of thirst?"
"You shall pull and pull then, from your pathetic well. Till you feeble human arms strain with veins and tremble in their weakness. You shall strain and feel nothing but pain for the relief of sludge and muck, your precious water leaking from the holes in your bucket. "
"Aye, if it is the only well made available to me."
"Why not drink them, from the satisfaction of something fine. Something filter? Perhaps a wine."
"Wine take time. As all good things do. Time and preparation I cannot and do not afford to myself."
"Are you a self inflicting sadist perhaps? A sewer rat that struggles not in the foul currents threatening to wash you away?"
"Dear Hama, oh cousin of said cruel metaphor, I am something far worse. I am a soul. A soul that wrecks and ruin myself only to turn that suffering in a macaroni glued sculpture in kindergarten class then dare to call it art."
"Is that not art? To the public no but to the child to the critic to the discerning eye that sees the truth?"
"Art is what pays, either in life or death. It either pays me in life or a strange successor in death."
"So then do you wish to die?"
"Every night Mr. Hama. Every night I fall asleep and think how sweet it would be to stay in my cashmere blanket burrito, to merge into it as a mermaid melds with the sea and scales."
"Mere rest stupid child. What you and so many others seek is not the freedom of the end but a mere pause in the chaos."
"All of life is chaos. What is it then? What and where is this rest that restores my soul? Where do I lay my head? Where do I put it down without losing it?"
"Idk I'm a hamster yo."
"o shite u right."
And so Cc and Mr. Hamster put down the regacy cosplay outfits they put on here for this one scene and like turned on some YouTube or something. They published like a chapter of something on WN so that was good enough. So now it was time to chill and watch like, a historical documentary or something.
The nerd version of Netflix and chill.
"Wait Mr. Hamster! Is this a metaphor or something!?"
"Squeak squeak what, I'm just an evil writing hamster you can't get rid off. Shut up and let me watch people hurt other people stupidly. Hehehe hoooooman so violent. "
"I feel so confused yet enlightened, is this not a form of rest? Or is it just a distraction? What is the point of it all. How many points matter? Where does it stem and where does it end, is it the blanket?!"
"Human...look me in my cute demon eyes."
So CC did, straight into the eyes on the beast. For it spoke to her in her mind rather than just hamster squeaks.
"Listen to your tears. Submit yourself to your suffering until it becomes unbearable. Impossible. It is the only way to end it all. I know it."
The mortal girl nodded slowly, coming to an partial understanding that is hard for any of her species to touch upon.
"....are you still in Queen of the Castaway Isle mood Mr. Hamster?"
"SHUT!"
aND SO CC has decided she deserves and break and that she's a liar. 6 outt 7 days a week for this shit novel. good enough.