Okay, we’re going to try this again. For those of you who don’t know, my author Christine is busily trying to finish the story I’m from, Fallen Matter, so us characters have occasionally been taking care of her blog for her while she does. I had a post a few weeks ago but my little bro Cyrus rudely interrupted it, so I’m gonna give it another go. He’s not around right now but it’s only a matter of time, so I’ll have to be quick. Everybody be sure to keep your voices low so he doesn’t hear us, okay? Great.…

Why hello there. Name’s Lykan, but hopefully you already knew that, and if you didn’t, well, be glad you do now. Your life just got a whole lot better. Trust me. Supposedly I’m expected to write some sort of dribble for my annoying author. This kid named Cyril or Simon or Cyrus or something, I don’t know, don’t really care either, told me as such. I don’t even know this kid and was going to brush it off as drivel, but then it occurred to me, my author has some mighty pretty friends. I couldn’t deprive these ladies of getting…

Well, howdy, everybody! Looks like I’m finally getting my turn on taking over. . .excuse me, taking care of Christine’s blog! I think you’ve seen my name mentioned here and there, and I may have poked my head into Cyrus's post for a sec. “Poked? Your crashed my party. Rained on my parade. Broke my whistle. Stepped on my chicken. Choked my—” Cyrus! Now who’s the one stepping on people’s chickens? Wait a minute, what does that even mean? “Well. . .” Never mind. I’ve been waiting weeks for this. Off with you! “But I was just—” *sound of door…

  Rawr! Hello, hello. Tiff here. (I was going to go as far as to even give you a last name but Christine seems to have forgotten to give me one of those. But that’s all right, first names are more fun anyways, right?) Despite not being given a last name (yet), I was very excited to hear Cyrus’s idea of helping our author out a bit with this blogamajig. Being one who is a bit of a poet. . .well, that’s too strong of a word I think, more like one who likes to scribble verses down every now…

Hey, guys. I was ordered by Cyrus to log in over here and type something for Christine. Thought it sounded fun so, hey, why not? Supposedly it’s to give her time to write our story, but if you ask me she hasn’t written much of anything lately. Well, whatever. Everyone’s gotta live I guess. The name’s Isaac. Most people who know me know I’m what everyone refers to as a hacker. I can hack into just about any technology you can throw at me. It’s a handy skill to have when you live in my timeline (Cyrus said something about…

. . .Or is that too pompous a title? Nah! I think it fits me well. Hello, Christine’s friends! The name’s Cyrus. Christine’s said you’ve heard of me, but the real question is who has told you about me? Because if it was my brother Elan then let me tell you right now. . .every word’s a lie! “What? I wouldn’t say bad things about you!” Go away, Elan, I’m trying to do something for our author here. “Actually, you’re the one going around spreading embarrassing stories about me.” Who, me? Nonsense! I’m perfectly innocent. “So it wasn’t you I…