The Creator

Chapter 1: Unfamiliar

TW: Dead naming, gender dysphoria, misgendering, usage of the wrong pronouns, obsessive behavior, down talking

 It was 2Am of a cool summer night, when (Y/N) finally decided to pass out. After over 10 hours of playing genshin and a meal of instant noodles, the teen drifted into a dreamless sleep. However, when they woke, they had no idea where the hell they were.

Their room was a small cave, with black out curtains and lit only by the shine of their LED's and/or their phone. So why was there sun shining on their eyes? Their parents never came into their room, and if they did, they'd never open their curtains. Their room smelled like chips and coffee, so why did they smell wood and vanilla? With a jolt, (Y/N) sat up to observe their surroundings.

Instead of their bedroom, they were in a large, circular room made of wood. It looked like it'd been the hollowed out trunk of a tree. But what tree was this big? It had to be at least the size of a classroom. With large elegant windows with gauzy white curtains, light and a steady breeze filtered into the room. Decorated with modest furnishings, all made of smooth wood gave it a very cottage core look. It had a modern kitchen, even nicer than their own at home, and a comfy living room. Decked out with a PS5, Nintendo Switch, Amazon Fire Stick, flat screen, and the most plush looking couch.

As they sat up, they realized they weren't in their usual hoodie and house shorts. Instead, they were dressed in a long white dress. With a sweet-heart neckline and bodice decorated with lace and embroidered flowers that extended onto the long flowing skirt that covered their bare feet.The off-the-shoulder sleeves flowed over their arms and then their hands in an elegant waterfall of lace. With a violent shudder, the small teen pressed themself against the wall.

On the far wall was a mirror, but the person reflected was not (Y/N). (Y/N) looked very much like your stereotypical Gen Z trans masc teen. With (h/l)(hair length) (h/t)(hair texture [ex. curly, wavey, straight, poofy]) (n/h/c)(natural hair color) hair with dyed (f/c)(favorite color) tips, five piercings on each ear, snake bites, a septum piercing, dark eye bags, and pale (s/t)(skin tone [ex. sienna, porcelain, mocha]). Usually dressed in an oversized hoodie(to hide the boob) and house shorts, only binding when they went out.

The person in the mirror had bright (e/c)(eye color) eyes and mid back length (n/h/c). Styled into waves and pinned with a pearl clip. Under their hair were a pair of pearl earrings, dangling in a delicate manner. The dress emphasized the curves (Y/N) so desperately hid. While they hated that it was on them, (Y/N) had to admit, the dress looked good. They looked ethereal, like a goddess or fairy. But it felt wrong. The way it hugged their chest and hips felt out of place, like a shirt that didn't quite fit.

They needed to get out of here. But first things first, they needed to change into some less dysphoria inducing clothes. Thankfully, after an inspection of their face, they still had all their piercing holes. Ear rings all gone, except the one in their earlobe, empty, but the hole still there. Snake bite piercing holes covered up by some kind illusion. They could feel the holes on their face and from inside their mouth, but couldn't see them. Damn it. That'll make putting them back in a pain in the ass.

The teen rose off the bed with a sigh, striding over to the nearby wardrobe, at least, they assumed it was a wardrobe, and pulled it open. Their clothes weren't there. Instead of actual clothes, there were only flowy dresses. Not even a single pair of shoes! Whose house was this?! Did they only dress in cosplay?! How did they go anywhere with no shoes? Last time they checked, shoes were required to enter stores!

(Y/N) huffed, annoyed by the lack of decent clothes. That is until they felt a strange chill as the wind whipped their skirt around their legs. Wait... What were they wearing under the dress...? Oh God... The teen had worn nothing but boxers and binders since they came out. In a flurry, the tulle and silk skirt was thrust up as (Y/N) inspected their under garments.

Fuck.

They were wearing... panties... Lace panties...

With a screech, (Y/N) pulled their top forward to discover the horrible truth. That they were wearing...

A frilly, lace, strapless bra...

The small teen sank to the floor, tears streaming down their cheeks. Who did this? Why? Were they kidnapped and are now being forced to marry some pervert?! No no no no no no no no no!

This can't be happening!

The teen began panicking, what were they going to do?! But as they panicked, figures began appearing around the outside of the tree-home. When (Y/N) finally noticed, they began backing away from the door, fearful of who would come through. Their panic only got worse as a figure began knocking at the door. Too panicked to think, they couldn't make out the words of the person, but it wasn't long until the door flew open to reveal a familiar figure.

There at the door was Jean. Jean, Acting Grandmaster of Mondstat and Dandelion Knight, or just someone cosplaying as her, stood with a worried look on her face. "Jean" rushed over to the teen and kneeled by their shaking form. Not long after a small army of soldiers, that (Y/N) recognized as common knights from the Knight of Favonius, came and kowtowed at the teens feet. It was a surprise to say the least. Who were these people? Why were they bowing? Why were they cosplaying? Was that a cosplay? Was this some trick?

The woman left no time for (Y/N) to ask questions before she began to talk. Or, maybe to plead might be the better word for it. "My most gracious apologies, your Grace! We were informed of your arrival two weeks ago and only now found you! We caused you to feel abandoned, unloved, and most treasoness of all, unappreciated! We accept whatever punishment you deem fitting!"

(Y/N) whipped their cheeks, shocked. "Your Grace?" They questioned, tears still falling, "What are you talking about? Where am I? Why are you dressed like that?"

The Jean cosplayer looked up in shock before a look of recognition washed over her features. "Your Grace, I am Jean, Acting Grandmaster of Mondstat and Dandelion Knight, and your creation. You created our world and reincarnated into another. Celestia informed us of your return and here you are! You may not remember, but you are the sole creator and high goddess of this world. We, the people of Mondstat, will guide you to your rightful place on this world's highest throne."

...What?