Tricky thing about time, when you've lost track of it tends to fly. This goes double when you're a god. That goes triple when you literally lose track of time like I did. I'm sure from the outside it looked like one moment there was nothing but shapeless dark and the next there was this big clock merrily ticking away. I can very much assure you that from my perspective it took ages. Or seconds, or years, or millennia. That's what happens when you lose time and have to remake it from hand.
The clock's just decoration by the way. Sure it's technically metaphysically tied to the reality of my world now, but I got the whole thing straight! Just don't look too deeply into the innards of it. The gears don't stop getting smaller and it can get a bit disorientating.
So, introductions here. Hi, I'm god! Well, not your god. Or anyone's god. I've got this lovely little place you'd best describe as a pocket dimension. Inside it I can do anything. Want a cake? I can make a cake. Want a pile of gold? Done! Don't even need to snap my fingers to do it either. I can just will it. I could even make a sun and moon if I wanted to.
Well if I had the space. See my world's not exactly large. Sure you'd consider it massive if you were inside it, but as far as universes go it's actually incredibly tiny. As a little molecule compared to your solar system if you can get your head around that sense of size. Basically it's large enough to put a city in. A small city.
This is quite the problem naturally. I want to make things. I want to make worlds. You can't do that with real-estate the size I've got here. I can't just will it to fix it either. That's just not something I can do. It gives me a headache to try, and I don't even have a head, or a body.
My first thought to fix this was to reach out and grab something from another world. Oh don't worry not yours. I found a little planet a few light years away that I dragged something out of. Thought dragging is inadequate to describe what I did. It was more akin to opening a bit of reality and letting something fall through.
This took forever to learn how to do by the way. I can't effect anything outside my world. In fact anything I make inside my world can't get out. I think it's because the Outside is so big compared to me. It could be because there's some large god that says no. I couldn't say because I can't see them! All I can say is nothing inside goes out!
Outside can come in though. I can't effect it though. That was a bit of a shock, let me tell you. Here I am with a whole lot of dirt making my lovely clock dirty and no way of cleaning it!
It took exactly twenty four hours of my time before I could effect it. Once I could effect it I first cleaned off my clock, and then threw some of the dirt out to test a few things. Well I tried that at least. All that did was make the dirt dissolve into the energy that makes up my world.
I experimented more than a little on this actually, and got very side tracked from my original purpose. Living things get very messy if I feed them by the way. It's not very healthy digesting something and then having it just sort of disappear into nothingness. On the plus side I can copy things pretty easily. Having two identical dogs running around in a playpen is rather entertaining actually. I can even effect things indirectly if I want to. Set them on fire, chop them up, or just give them a shave. The dogs are fine by the way. They get pets and have all the toys they want. So are the cats. Not the pigeons though.
Eventually I came back to my original tests and found that my world had gotten a bit bigger! A tiny bit, not even enough to fit a fingernail in, but it's gotten larger. The trick was finding why.
Basically I need life. More accurately I need life having emotions inside my world that is not something I made. It took more than a few experiments and copious amounts of note taking to figure that out by the way. It doesn't help that animals don't do much at all. People and intelligence are better, and that's really hard to experiment with.
I ended up stalking a few people and abducting them during the night to test that out. I'll admit it wasn't the most ethical thing in the world, but I had a lot of things I needed answers to. I put them in identical rooms that they fell asleep in and tried to evoke a few simple emotional reactions. Nothing harmful, and at worst they felt like they had a nightmare.
I got my answers though. I need people awake, being emotional, and most importantly I couldn't have them inside my world for more than twenty four hours.
Now, being serious here, and as a god I try to be serious, this isn't actually that big an obstacle. I could literally abduct a million humans from earth and they could do nothing to stop me. I wouldn't even have to return them. One million people gone and devoured. I could torment them with unspeakable cruelty and have my world expanded as much as I would like.
That's... Boring.
Yes it's unethical and cruel too. I'd become some sort of boogeyman. I'd also have what I wanted. I'm sure that others could have come up with more creative approaches to be honest. They could make fake paradises or some other nonsense. There are naturally a lot of things they could do. When you're lord of everything in your reality, you aren't constrained by something as simple 'is this possible.'
What I'm going to do is do something fun. For me naturally.
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"Good Morning!"
The words that woke him up weren't physically said. It was like feeling a drum beat loudly into his head, and it was that foreign sensation that woke him up as much as anything else. His body shot up in shock and tangled in the sheets.
An alien pulling sensation made him gurgle in surprise and then he found himself looking down at his body. It was that of a teenage boy. Nothing special. Brown hair, brown eyes had they been open. A bit skinny, but his body, which he obviously wasn't in. In his peripheral vision he could see fingers surrounding him, as if his entire skull was being held by a massive hand. Then his vision rotated so that he could see whatever had grabbed him.
By this point the boy would have been gibbering in terror had he been able to. Instead he just screamed inside his head as whatever he had been changed into was turned this way and that. It was formless. A pair of eyes in a cloak. There was nothing beneath the darkness of the cloak, and the hands holding him were just masses of shadows. Completely impossibly inhuman.
"Get to the bottom for answers." The voice 'spoke' again when it seemed to be satisfied, and then the boy was falling and screaming soundlessly as it dropped him. "And before I forget, you'll be back home in six hours!"
He fell down and down and down. Strangely he didn't tumble. He couldn't move or even blink. He couldn't look away as he saw a pure white floor move up to meet him. Then he impacted with a loud and terrible splat. His vision went dark.
For a solid minute he felt pain and agony and was convinced he was dying. Then the pain started to go away and he felt himself able to move again. He put one hand onto the ground tentatively and then finally pulled his face out of the floor. He was able to blink and then shook his head. It felt foreign beyond belief. This wasn't his body!
Another blink as something occurred to him. He looked down at his hands as he levered himself to a kneeling position. He looked a bit like a grey clay statue. One hand grabbed the finger of his other hand and pulled. The sensation was indescribable. As was the feeling of watching your finger stretch.
A few more movements confirmed that the rest of his body followed the same rules. It was like he was made of stretchy clay, or perhaps like one of those very old school toys that could stretch all over.
'I'm a loony toon.' He tried to speak as the realization came to him.
On the heels of that statement came the panic again. He clutched at his throat and tried to speak or breath. The realization that he could do neither was more than a little scary, but after the initial panic it didn't seem that he needed to breath. It was very disturbing.
'Get to the bottom for answers?'
That was the thought that came through his head. The boy, or rather clay man, got to his feet and began to look around. Above him was black shadow. There was light coming from a bright light up in the ceiling. It wasn't a sun. More like a massive lamp. Around him was white flooring with occasional block like breaks. He could see a large pillar with a staircase attached to it in the center of wherever he was and not much else.
Exploration discovered that he had no idea how long the white flooring went. Since he didn't want to lose sight of the one landmark he had, he didn't go too far. Instead he tentatively looked down the stairs. It was well lit at least.
'Well, nothing for it.' He thought to himself, wishing he could speak.
The silence was getting a bit unnerving. As was the rest of this situation. He already wanted to go home.
What was down the stairs took his breath away though. The first floor was a massive room. A waterfall poured into a pool, and the sound was a welcome relief from the dead silence outside. He could see colors aside from white and black too. A color wheel dominated a side of the wall, and a series of brushes were right in front of it. In another place was a series of cylinders. Each one of them held a figure made out of grey.
Tentatively the teenager, now clay-man, moved to the cylinders. There was a pictograph on a console in front of them and series of buttons. It took a moment to decipher them.
'I can change bodies?' He blinked and then looked at one of the bodies.
The possibilities came to him in a rush and he poured over the instructions. The buttons all had pictures next to them, and there were more instructions elsewhere in the massive room. The bodies looked like clay because they were clay! He could sculpt his own body if he wanted to, or even have something else do it for him! The color wheel was made to even give his body color!
He didn't even realize it when six hours had passed to be honest. The changeover was disorientating though. One moment he was making the perfect body, and the next he was lurching awake and slapping at an alarm clock.
It felt almost like a dream, and he went through the rest of the day in a daze. Then he woke up again in the clay body again, right in front of his unfinished work.
(AN: Sooo, this is just for fun and hopefully so I can get back into writing. I've been in a horrible slump lately and have been basically unable to do anything lately.)