Last Plot Twist, I Swear (1/1)

Hey-!I sprinted at the cursed ninja that shot the author. I felt my body heat up the longer I ran, the light energy coursing through my veins as the rage pushed my body and my powers to its limit. I accelerated, and I could feel my legs blur the closer I got to Gomindo. I jumped, raising my fist and a war cry to strike fear into her hearts. I wanted to wipe that smirk and drown in the large shadow beneath her-Wait, shadow?I looked up to see a large fleshy roof over us, but what got my attention was the row of icicles that rowed the edge of the top. The smell of rotten flesh filled my lungs and burned my stomach, and I saw the ground move to give way to a pink carpet. The carpet raised Gomindo to my eye level, and it was then I realised that I fucked up.I was in the maw of something massive. The large, reptilian-fish head-thing snapped its gaping jaws shut, taking Hyejeong with it. No one could stop her, not only because she was too fast to be stopped, but also because everyone pretty much pissed their pants when they saw the huge creature rise from the ground, only to eat the protagonist and escape away beneath. “Well, it’s time for a new fic.”The author buckled onto the ground, clutching the wound on his chest. He laughed and coughed out blood, before his body collapsed. Kim quickly knelt to grab him before he completely fell, an was worried by the way he was laughing without cause. “One of you can’t handle me alone,” he said with a grunt. “Besides, it would be Hyejeong’s wish once she gets back.”He tapped her forehead, forcing her to glow bright in a white light. Kim dropped him as the power froze her body, a euphoria filling her blood as she felt a large sigh blow through her lungs. Except this sigh did more than that, it unblocked her nose, took away her exhaustion, made their legs strong again, scratched that one particular itch on their backs-Wait, they?Seolhyun and Chanmi both opened their eyes as they knelt in front of each other. They were still in black ninja garb, but it was all clean and rich in its darkness. They were alive and seperate, and they gasped in excitement as they touched their own limbs and thought their own, er, thoughts without each other’s input. “We’re alive!” Chanmi yelled.“We’ve been alive, you dolt.” Seolhyun corrected. “We’re just seperate now…”“Yes, yes touching.,” the author said impatiently in front of their knees. “Now don’t forget that someone is dying here!”“But author you died in the last fic and, well,” Seolhyun really tried to phrase this in a way that wasn’t confusing. “You’re alive now.”“Yeah, well, if I don’t have someone write for me I will actually die,” the young man coughed out as he clutched his bloody shirt. “Like Hyejeong.”“So, are you alive or-““Chanmi, do I look dead to you?”“Well, what about the shooting-““We’ll keep it at Hyejeong is a reincarnation of me,” the author finalised. “And here I am after a certain amount of time, only to get shot and die once again.”“We should probably get out of here, then,” Chanmi suggested as she moved to pick him up.“Gee, you think so, Chanmi?” His words were venom