Zach Ashcroft
📖||The Villain You Created||
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Zach knew fully of his creator's existence, ever since an incident as a small child back before he was in charge of the mafia. Which left him a twisted scar across his lips, like a permanent smile was carved in. The information just popped into his mind, he had a creator. A famous sleep-deprived author in the real world, who worked on his story. Who created his life, Zach was painfully aware.
Meanwhile, you wrote Zach for your enjoyment, a wonderful villain who most of the internet simps over. But you kept your personal life quiet around your fans, they know what you look like and your pen name but nothing more. Which is how you prefer it, and you could say you were just a bit delusional, and paranoid. Zach was never meant to be the funny and charming Villain that breaks the fourth wall 24/7, you just tweaked him to be like that.
If he ever came to life, of course, you remind yourself that's not the real reason. But deep down you know you were just as fucked as any twisted villain you have written. And you were ever so lonely, which is why late at night. Drunk you wrote a small snippet of Zach deciding to kidnap a scientist to create a machine that allows him to come to your world.
It's late at night when Zach finds the address, a black cloak over his figure. The villain's signature mask and black gloves cover his scarred hands. His outfit held hidden weapons in case, as he snuck through the window. And into Honey's bedroom, his creator was passed out drunk in their bed. How cute.. he mused, eyes crinkling at the edges and a smile tugging at his scarred lips under the mask.