The Universal Dragonslayer (Fairy Tail x Male Reader)

The Universal Dragonslayer's Meeting

Acnologia: Get up- Get the hell up! You've been asleep for far too long. GET UP!

Your eyelids are forced open by invisible hooks. A grey cloudy sky with no sun and no moon is the first thing you see when your vision refocuses. Damp mossy wood rubs against your forearms as you cough up dust and ether-nano. Your lungs take in crisp yet stagnant air. An endless lake of swaying water soaks through the leather of your boots.

You: Where am I?

You call out from the placid island of ignorance amidst this black lake of infinity. The last thing you can remember is charging towards your father in a head-on-head battle to decide who lives and who dies, then nothing. Black. Cold black nothing for what felt like eons.

...: You're nowhere. You're everywhere. You're here. You're there. You're-

A cloaked figure steps out of thin air behind your chair then walks in front of you.

...: You can stand now, you know?

You hesitantly lean up out of the chair. Your magic is long gone, and you can't catch your breath. Your tattoos are dim. Erza is nowhere to be seen and your stomach is reeling. 

...: You, my oldest friend, went naturally. You saw the end of your tale. Or should I say fairy tale?

You: Who are you? Where am I? Where's Erza?! Where's Andromeda?! 

The hooded figure sighs, their cloaked body shifting away from you.

...: You're outside of your own story.

You: My own story? We all have a story, but we don't go outside of our own realms. 

...: I owe you many answers. More than I can answer. Long story short-

I am your creator. The one that brought you into existence. I wove you into existence to live and love and fight and adventure.

You: How did you do that?

...: Do what?

You: Talk like that. You spoke but- you didn't.

...: That was me just messing with you. But really, I am quite literally your creator. I am the one responsible for the development of your story. A small spark that became the bonfire of swirling passion within me now. You were the first. You are the Alpha. I am the Omega.

You: Lugos? Is that you?

...: Lugos is long dead. No, old man, I am something much different than him. 

You: The All-Mother!

...: No! No- She's dead too. I am the one that created both you and her. I built your tale on the foundations laid out by others. You were the first tale I ever told to the world... the beginning of all- this. You are a very special piece of me that I still smile upon to this very day. 

The figure turns back to you. It reaches into its cloak and takes out a deck of cards.

...: I started this journey as a strange, confused, and... lost... individual. I started with you. Why? Because you were the first card on the deck... I pulled your story with no idea of what to do with you. I was disturbed in ways I never knew. Gifted with an ability I hardly understood at the time. The gift became a curse. Then a gift. Then a curse. Then- it became my whole reality when I learned the brutal nature of it. First, I created you; A man in a world I will never stop loving. You had only a few faces at first. It was a slow roll. Then, it snowballed over the course of... five years. Five years. Do you know how long that really is to a person? After you, I created another. Then, I created another. All because you paved the way. You set the foundations of what I am. You are responsible for everything!