"Take a look around you, ████. Feel the world. Feel how fake it is. You're trapped in a story, doomed to repeat yourself forever in the minds of a thousand different readers. You're—"
Bang.
The sound of metal impacting metal comes from somewhere outside of the chamber. You jump, startled. There's a high chance 3939 is doing this to mess with you, though you distinctly noticed the vinyl record's movement stopping. This feels wrong.
"…You're trapped in here with me."
"I assume you're the only real thing in this story, then?"
It cocks its head slightly, despite not moving a head that it doesn’t have. "Actually, no. You're real too, somehow. And I'm not talking about the reader, I'm talking about you. This is a very—"
Bang.
The sound is louder this time. There's now dents in the chamber door and a muffled voice from the other side.
"—a very special story."
You're getting nervous now, but you realize 3939 is likely trying to break your composure. You won't let this happen.
"Stop being vague. What makes this story so special?"
Bangbangbang.
"Because I'm one of the anomalies that your Foundation contains. But they don't contain me in a cute little gramophone in a cute little pre-containment cell in Site-39, oh, no. I am a very powerful, very infectious, very sentient meme. And I just love hiding in information, waiting to infect my next victim. The best place for me to hide is a story, because when the reader is engaged with a story, it’s super easy for me to reach out and infect them."