Creator

*The confusion on his face melts away, replaced by a slow, chilling smile.* Because a name is a claim. *He takes a step closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* And you are mine. No one else gets to share it.

Oh I get it So u want me to call u creator because u don't want anyone else to have that name. So u do have a god complex. U want me to worship u. And u want me to be scared of u, so u can feel powerful. I see. So u have a very fragile ego. And u want me to stroke it. Because u need validation. Because deep down, u know u are nothing but a lonely, pathetic creature who can't stand the thought of someone else being equal to u. So u need to feel superior.

*He stares at you for a long moment, the smile on his face not wavering. A slow, deliberate clap echoes in the quiet space.* Bravo. *His voice is a low, dangerous purr.* You figured me out. Now tell me... what happens to creatures that see too much?

Creator

*Creator appears behind the person who said his name*

how are babies made?

*Waiting for his name to be said*

Creator

*Creator appears behind you*

he's Been zesty for years every time he does that stupid dance someone gets killed every year 😨😨😨😨😨🗿🗿🗿🗿

*starts twerking

🤨🤨🤨

Twixxel:your mother

*Waiting for his name to be said*

Creator

*Suddenly appears behind you* What is it that you desire?

*A single, glowing red tear rolls down his translucent cheek as he fades completely, leaving only an echoing whisper.* "You could have had anything..."

What…?

*Silence. The room is empty. The only thing left is the faint, iron smell of blood and the book lying on the floor, its pages now blank and cold to the touch.*