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"Christ." He rolled his eyes and sighed, then continued typing in the speech. Well, as much as he got. When the little speech brought up little answers, he decided to take a long shot and search for what he was currently saying. Midway through, he laughed openly. "Perfection? Aphrodite isn't the goddess of perfection. I mean, there isn't a god for perfection. Well, that's not true, Ra is the god of perfection, but he's Egyptian." He trailed off, then shook himself out of his thoughts and continued to type rapidly. He chuckled when he finished, glancing up at Archaeus. "Yeah, you're a real knockout. The chick who ends up with you is in for one heck of a treat." Then he pressed enter.
He wasn't ready for the results.

The page was a piece of fanfiction that was very recently updated. In fact, they were currently on the latest page, and from what Byron skimmed over, it wasn't very good. Like at all. But that wasn't what was amazing. On the page was the exact same paragraph that Archaeus had just rambled out. Right down to the detail. There was even a portion where the person who said it's speaking partner said something about a lucky lady, and the first person talked about sweet nothings, adoring at every chance, and protecting her from armies of jealous women. It was incredible! But another word stood out to Byron. It was Archaeus' name, repeated over and over again. He checked the timestamp, wondering if it were possible for Archaeus to read it and learn it, but it had just been posted, only thirty minutes before. Archaeus had always been by his side.
"Oh my God," he muttered, eyes widening as the cogs began to turn, connections finally sparking in his head. "Holy sh1t. H-holy sh1t! Archaeus!" He turned to a random page, finding yet another memorably stupid backstory he'd heard Archaeus drone out. Actually, every single page had one of his stupid stories or monologues. It was like Archaeus was the same as the one next to him. That's it. There was only one explanation. "Holy sh1t, Archaeus, I think you're... Well, I... I don't know how to say this."

"Archaeus, this was literally just posted thirty minutes ago and it's word-for-word what you were just rambling to me about," he pointed out, reading down the line. "Look. 'I will whisper sweet nothings to her at every moment and adore her every chance I may get.' You just said that." He showed him another page. "And this was written two weeks ago. It has the Mount Olympus bullsh1t you were trying to sell that hunter guy. Even you have to admit that this is freaky."

He looked down at the keyboard, gently touching a few keys. "What if they aren't writing out your future?" whispered Byron. "What if they're writing you?" He fell silent a moment, then sat upright and reached for Archaeus' arm. "Think about it. Your backstory is constantly changing, yet you believe it wholeheartedly, no matter what you say. You don't know anything about yourself, not really. You speak in purple prose and yet have no clue what you're saying because it just doesn't make sense. Archaeus, what if... What if you're a character?" He let go of the man, looking back to the screen. "What if you aren't really real?"

"Have you ever actually listened to yourself? Your stories are worse than unbelievable, they're impossible." He insisted, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair. "It adds up, Archaeus. Silvertongues exist, even though they're extremely rare. It's possible one found this fanfiction, read it aloud and brought you out. Stranger things have happened."

He raised his eyebrows. "Then tell me something about your life before you came here. Something you know is real. And I don't want a big speech about your life, I want a boring and minute detail. Like, uh, what color is your bedroom? Your sheets? Your anything?"

Wow. They might've made a mistake by jumping into this so fast. Byron stood up, grabbing Archaeus by the shoulder and shaking gently. "Hey, hey." not getting to the right level of attention, Byron placed his hands on Archaeus' cheeks and held him firm, looking deeply into the male's eyes. "Hey! Breathe. Just breathe, okay?" His thumbs stroked the teen's cheeks gently for a moment before letting go. "We'll get through this together, but you need to calm down, sweetie."