God was...odd. Many think that God could be a male. Wrong. So, then God is a female? Also wrong. God is a non binary. God has a human form they prefer, but they don't care for gender. They can just...not with that. And with that, God was alone. So alone, they didn't care for anything but watching over humans as their lives played out, and they always prayed to them. But no, no prayers answered. God didn't want to. Most were greedy, but then there were the Africans, the Natives, the Mexicans, the genuine fear of death. God knew they had to punish the people who caused their creations such pain. So, for years, they worked on a disease so terrible, it would cause panic. And it would only really kill the Europeans.
They called it, the plague.
It was terrible, most of Europe was wiped out, and it was terrible for them. But God felt some satisfaction. Until they heard a voice.
Picking my way
Through the forest again
Grass tickling my toes
A boy grabs my hand
And I kill myself again
I've got nowhere to goMarching my way
Up the mountain
Rocks hitting my head
A girl laughs with me too
I throw her off the roof
God I wish I was deadSwimming my way
Down the river
Water filling my lungs
Someone saves me then
I push em in
Now they're dead
I wish I was being hung~God looks around, and sees a child, with eyes devoid of any hope or childlike wonder. God wondered why a child was in their domain, so they investigated.
"Hey. You there, with the dead eyes and weird song."
The child looked at God, and it frowned.
"Why did you have to make it so that the world was based on puzzles? Why? and why did you create me?"
"Kid, I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, what's your name?"
"Lonely. I am Lonely. You should know this. You created me. You created the puzzles that are the human's lives. You created all of this."
"Puzzles? No way. That's what the feeling was in their lives! That's why people down there are always complaining about not having one thing! I made life based on puzzles. And people are missing a one piece each. I get it now. And you, you must have a puzzle too. Let's see."
God made their way over to the intergalactic computer, or The Answering Computer.
"You said you were named Lonely?"
"Yes."
"Drop the formal shit. I'm only God, got it?"
"Being God is something most people wish they could do. Yet you say you are 'just God' like it doesn't mean anything."
"It doesn't mean anything. At least, not to me. So! Lonely...ley's see..."
Typing furiously, God searched for a child named Lonely. The results loaded, and loaded, and loaded...
"What the shit?"
"Language please."
"Yeah, I got it. But it isn't loading! Ok," God turned to Lonely, skeptical. "What the fuck is your name, really?"
"I told you. I'm Lonely. I probably don't have a puzzle."
"Bullshit. We'll find you a puzzle. You, can you shift into something?"
Lonely shifted into God, and the cold gray eyes staring God down were chilling, and the half white, half black hair was crazy to look at too. Long, full hair, milky gray skin. It was insane to see.
"I can become anything. I can fill in a missing piece, until it finally gets to it's own puzzle."
Lonely shifted back into his form, a child, with dark skin, black eyes, black hair with white and yellow and red and so many colors that it was painful. But his hair wasn't black. It was the stars. The stars were inside his hair, being the only light he had.
"Well Lonely, welcome aboard. So, wanna get to work. We're gonna put puzzles together, until we find one for you."
"Ok."
Lonely joined God, and they watched humans. And fixed problems. They were a team. They were the only the loneliest side. And they didn't want company.
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Whalien 52(Lonely, Lonely, Lonely Whale)
General FictionLonely is a boy. Well, he's a puzzle piece that can become any shape or form! But he can't copy an image, so people always know when he doesn't belong. Yet, they keep him around. They keep him around, and when he finally gets used to his place in li...