[This isn't even the Dark Place is it? He's died and gone to hell. That's the only possible narrative explanation for why this is happening to him. Alan groans, frustrated by Scratch's bullshit and the awful, awful lines he's spewing.
Unfortunately, he's still a man and despite the control he might over the written word, he can't control his body anywhere near as well. Alan begins to grow aroused underneath Scratch's fondling hand.]
What's the motive here, Scratch? [Alan grunts.] I knew you were a narcissist, but you've never gone this far before.
[Could be. Maybe that's one of the unnamed AW2 DLCs, Alan in Hell.]
What's my motive? Is it that hard to figure out? I'm just fucking with you.
[Someone please shut him up.]
Okay, being honest, that's just an added bonus. Truth is, I think you've gotten a little too comfortable. Sure, you haven't exactly put it all behind you, but you've escaped the Darkness, been living here with that wife of yours, it's all good now! Or at least good enough.
Seems to me like you're long overdue for a reality check.
[Those two words are enough to make the writer see red. His barely formed plan is abandoned as quickly as it was thought of and his struggles against the Darkness renewed. It still manages exactly nothing besides putting him right into Scratch's hand, figuratively and literally.]
[Only figuratively now since Scratch will give Alan’s junk a brief reprieve since he needs both hands to wave in the air to accompany his sarcasm about Alan’s remarks.]
You earned this?
[Throwing his arms out to gesture at Alan’s home. He’s about one big hand gesture away from becoming a PS1 Resident Evil character.]
I gotta say if this is what you earned, then it really wasn’t worth all the effort.
[Scratch puts his arms down, that annoying grin back on his face.]
Still stuck, still having to put up with me, not that you hear me complaining, but doesn't seem like you got a lot out of it. And that's not even getting into all those pills you're taking, I'm sure those have been real helpful.
[Alan doesn't make a sound when his dick is given a reprieve. His relief is almost tangible in the room, though it sadly can do nothing against the darkness. He tries to catch his breath as Scratch goes on his tirade, unable to do anything else besides listen.]
I was free!. From the Dark Place, from you!
[Alan quickly falls silent as what Scratch said fully sinks in. Was Scratch referring to his current situation? Or was he playing his hand and revealing that Alan never actually escaped The Dark Place?]
[Oh that’s fucking hilarious. Excuse him (or don’t) while he laughs about that one. It’s the funniest thing in the world, it really is. Or to him anyways. Probably not to Alan.]
You’ll never be free of me. And you know it. Even while I was on that little vacation, you’re still jumping at every shadow, buying every little light you can find. If you really thought you and her were safe, then there’d be no need for any of that crap, right?
[The writer barely contains his impulse to scream 'fuck you' at Scratch, not wanting to give him what he wants. The curl of his lip is more than enough to give away he's holding something back, though.]
[Alan had escaped, had reunited with Alice and begun rebuilding their lives. They were free, they were free, they were free, they were free theywerefreetheywerefreetheywerefreetheywerefreetheywere-- Weren't they?
The insidious thought worms its way into the Writer's mind, leaving him susceptible and open.]
So you waited all this time to what? Make your big reveal that much worse?
[Scratch looks confused by that one. Is he really? Does it matter?]
No, no, no, I'm making it all the better, you should be thanking me! Do you know how boring this all was? Alan Wake woke up, Alan Wake tried to write, Alan Wake choked down a handful of pills, then Alan Wake went to bed and did the exact same thing the next day! God! Instead of worrying about why I let you go on in such a monotonous boring way forever, you should be on your knees thanking me for providing a little excitement!
[Scratch’ll break his monologue to comment a little further on that obvious idea. So for better or worse, he’s not going on about how dull he finds Alan’s life.]
Yeah, in fact, let’s do that. On your knees. You can do it yourself or…
[The darkness squirming again, the obvious end to that sentence and entirely what Scratch expects to have to do.]
[It might have been dull, might have been boring but it was good. He and Alice were together again finally and they were recovering. Healing from what Scratch and the Dark Place had done to them.]
I don't want your excitement! Nobody besides you does, Scratch.
[Alan can feel his knees threatening to give out. He knows where this is going, where it's been headed all this time. It's taking everything he has left to keep himself upright.]
[Not his most elaborate retort, he knows. But that's fine, there's no need to really go on while this is well, going on. He'll just let the darkness pull at Alan, tugging at him. He's trying, Scratch can see that, but trying really only gets you so far, doesn't it?]
If this keeps up, might have to take something to those knees, I'm sure there's something around here that'll get the job done.
[Pretending to look around while this goes on, he's not actually going to go look for something. Probably.]
[The more Alan struggles, the harder it is to focus on Scratch and what he's saying; what he's doing. His knees get closer to giving out and Alan can't stop them.]
You --
[He grunts as his knees connect with the hardwood floor. Nothing that's going to happen now is something Alan wants, but better to go through it with both knees intact.
Alan stares up at Scratch, his gaze full of malice.]
[Scratch's gaze on the other hand is just full of amusement. This is just the funniest thing to him apparently. Alan Wake, the Champion of Light on his knees struggling, angry.]
[Alan bites it back again. Giving in is what Scratch wants, and he refuses to stoop to his level. It's bad enough he's forced to endure what's coming.]
You asshole! Will you just fuck off?
[On the other, he's been wanting to say that to Scratch for a long time.]
[The jingle of Scratch's buckle draws Alan's eyes downward involuntarily. He knew where this was going, but it grows ever closer to becoming a reality.]
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Aw, is that a new hardcover in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
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You can't be serious. Get off me, and take your awful lines with you!
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[He does not do that, nope, instead he continues to fondle Alan through his pants.]
Let's take an editing pass through that one Mr. Best-selling Writer. Move that you before the off and it works way better with what I'm doing.
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Unfortunately, he's still a man and despite the control he might over the written word, he can't control his body anywhere near as well. Alan begins to grow aroused underneath Scratch's fondling hand.]
What's the motive here, Scratch? [Alan grunts.] I knew you were a narcissist, but you've never gone this far before.
[Thankfully.]
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What's my motive? Is it that hard to figure out? I'm just fucking with you.
[Someone please shut him up.]
Okay, being honest, that's just an added bonus. Truth is, I think you've gotten a little too comfortable. Sure, you haven't exactly put it all behind you, but you've escaped the Darkness, been living here with that wife of yours, it's all good now! Or at least good enough.
Seems to me like you're long overdue for a reality check.
[As unreal as this all is anyways...]
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[Those two words are enough to make the writer see red. His barely formed plan is abandoned as quickly as it was thought of and his struggles against the Darkness renewed. It still manages exactly nothing besides putting him right into Scratch's hand, figuratively and literally.]
I earned this, Scratch!
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[Only figuratively now since Scratch will give Alan’s junk a brief reprieve since he needs both hands to wave in the air to accompany his sarcasm about Alan’s remarks.]
You earned this?
[Throwing his arms out to gesture at Alan’s home. He’s about one big hand gesture away from becoming a PS1 Resident Evil character.]
I gotta say if this is what you earned, then it really wasn’t worth all the effort.
[Scratch puts his arms down, that annoying grin back on his face.]
Still stuck, still having to put up with me, not that you hear me complaining, but doesn't seem like you got a lot out of it. And that's not even getting into all those pills you're taking, I'm sure those have been real helpful.
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I was free!. From the Dark Place, from you!
[Alan quickly falls silent as what Scratch said fully sinks in. Was Scratch referring to his current situation? Or was he playing his hand and revealing that Alan never actually escaped The Dark Place?]
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[Oh that’s fucking hilarious. Excuse him (or don’t) while he laughs about that one. It’s the funniest thing in the world, it really is. Or to him anyways. Probably not to Alan.]
You’ll never be free of me. And you know it. Even while I was on that little vacation, you’re still jumping at every shadow, buying every little light you can find. If you really thought you and her were safe, then there’d be no need for any of that crap, right?
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You think you found some 'gotcha' because we were taking precautions? Anybody who went through what we did would!
[He spits the words at Scratch, anger quickly replacing any other emotions the situation might be causing.]
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[The anger's good, he likes seeing some fight in Alan. Or well...more fight. There's been plenty of fight in Alan.]
Admit it, you didn't think you were free and clear, did you?
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We were free and clear.
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[That stupid smirk again.]
And well, turns out you weren't. Imagine that.
[A nonchalant shrug there. An evil nonchalant shrug in fact.]
Oh wait, you don't have to imagine, do you?
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The insidious thought worms its way into the Writer's mind, leaving him susceptible and open.]
So you waited all this time to what? Make your big reveal that much worse?
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[Scratch looks confused by that one. Is he really? Does it matter?]
No, no, no, I'm making it all the better, you should be thanking me! Do you know how boring this all was? Alan Wake woke up, Alan Wake tried to write, Alan Wake choked down a handful of pills, then Alan Wake went to bed and did the exact same thing the next day! God! Instead of worrying about why I let you go on in such a monotonous boring way forever, you should be on your knees thanking me for providing a little excitement!
[Scratch’ll break his monologue to comment a little further on that obvious idea. So for better or worse, he’s not going on about how dull he finds Alan’s life.]
Yeah, in fact, let’s do that. On your knees. You can do it yourself or…
[The darkness squirming again, the obvious end to that sentence and entirely what Scratch expects to have to do.]
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I don't want your excitement! Nobody besides you does, Scratch.
[Alan can feel his knees threatening to give out. He knows where this is going, where it's been headed all this time. It's taking everything he has left to keep himself upright.]
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[Not his most elaborate retort, he knows. But that's fine, there's no need to really go on while this is well, going on. He'll just let the darkness pull at Alan, tugging at him. He's trying, Scratch can see that, but trying really only gets you so far, doesn't it?]
If this keeps up, might have to take something to those knees, I'm sure there's something around here that'll get the job done.
[Pretending to look around while this goes on, he's not actually going to go look for something. Probably.]
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You --
[He grunts as his knees connect with the hardwood floor. Nothing that's going to happen now is something Alan wants, but better to go through it with both knees intact.
Alan stares up at Scratch, his gaze full of malice.]
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[Scratch's gaze on the other hand is just full of amusement. This is just the funniest thing to him apparently. Alan Wake, the Champion of Light on his knees struggling, angry.]
Go on, I'll let you have that one.
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[Alan bites it back again. Giving in is what Scratch wants, and he refuses to stoop to his level. It's bad enough he's forced to endure what's coming.]
You asshole! Will you just fuck off?
[On the other, he's been wanting to say that to Scratch for a long time.]
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[It's possible he could be more condescending, but it might take some work to get there.]
Somehow I don't think so, but it seems like you really needed that.
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[He snaps, and then quickly deflates because this isn't helping at all. All he's managed to do is give Scratch what he wants and he hates it.]
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[Said while unbuckling his belt
after a hundred comments.]I will after I'm done though. Promise.
[Just not permanently.]
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You expect me to believe you'll keep a promise?
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[He'll take a while to get that belt off. He knows where Alan's eyes are, he's gonna make him endure this for a little longer.]
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