Now here's the story. It's a writer's block metafiction thing.
I sat at my writing desk, opening my notebook to a blank page.
Okay, time to start.
Yet half an hour later, all I did was sharpen all the pencils I owned until they could probably be used as weapons.
"There's really no point in having all those ideas if you're never even going to write about them. Is there?" said Jane. Jane was a character I made up some time ago, but I hadn't gotten around to finishing the story she was in yet. She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. "I'm sure you'll feel a lot better if you just start. Don't worry about editing for now." She put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. The way I created Jane, she wasn't supposed to be the main character. She was just a therapist, a side character who helps the protagonist.
The protagonist from the story was an angst-ridden teenage girl who sat in the corner all day with her earbuds in listening to music. She had a bad attitude, so I didn't like her.
"Okay Jane, change in plans. You seem to be the most reasonable one out of all the characters I've created, and I appreciate that. So I'm going to make you the main character instead of a side character," I declared.
"Thanks," said Jane. But she couldn't help but worry. "What about poor Sally over there? Won't she be upset if she's not the main character anymore?"
"Actually," said Sally, pulling out her earbuds, "I don't like being the centre of attention."
"Then why are you always so awkward around people? It draws attention to you," I pointed out.
"Because unfortunately, I'm based on you!" She snapped.
Ouch. She sure did know how to answer back in a way that hurt.
"WRITE SOMETHING!" A Viking smashed an axe onto my desk and almost chopped it in half.
"Yikes!" I yelled, standing up and pointing one of my extra-sharp pencils at him to defend myself.
"Relax, Balder Gunnarson," Jane said to the Viking. He grumbled something in Old Norse under his long, red beard and walked away.
"I don't have any time to do research right now. But I promise I'll include you in a great historical novel someday, Balder," I called after him.
He picked up a horn full of ale and started drinking.
Some monkeys jumped onto my desk. It was already weak from Balder's axe-slash, and the weight of three monkeys was enough to make it break in half. The monkeys stole all my pencils and ran away. They were from a writing prompt I never finished that I saw on writetheworld.com. The prompt was about writing from the perspective of an animal, and I wanted to write about a group of monkeys. That's when the monkeys appeared in my room and joined all my other characters. They were a real nuisance.
"Great. Now I don't have a desk. And no pencils. If you guys wanted me to write about you, why are you destroying all my writing supplies?"
Jane diverted my attention away. "Um... I think you should be worrying about her," she said.
"Pleeeassssseeee finish my sssssstory," a snake woman hissed. Basically she looked like a mermaid, except her lower body was a snake, not a fish. I made her up for some fantasy genre challenge.
"She's going to lose it. You should really finish her story," Jane warned.
The snake woman slithered up to me. "They ssssstole the idol from the temple! Those thieves musssssst pay!"
"Yes I am aware of the terribly undeveloped plot you're in," I said.
Just then, everyone got angry and started talking over each other. They were all begging me to use them in a story.
"Everyone, just shut up!" I yelled. "I'll get to you eventually. Just wait."
Finally, I picked up my notebook and a pencil that a monkey dropped and started writing. I figured out an idea that could incorporate all the characters in the room.