Screw it

Intro

You shot up from your bed. Panting and gasping for air, it just felt like you ran a marathon.

But... there was no marathon. You're just... existing now.

You looked at your hands. They're (skin tone) and (shape, skinny, chubby, toned, etc).

Where are you?

You looked around. It seems like you're floating among the clouds? The clouds are somewhat... unnaturally blue. You come to realize that you're sitting on a bed in the middle of this vast... cloudy void. This must be a dream.

"No, this ain't a dream."

Who was that!? You whipped your head around to find the source of the voice. You didn't see anything or anyone.

"Ugh. Okay this is... harder than I anticipated— so like, hi. I'm your creator or god." You froze up on the spot, you're talking to a god?

Wait. Who exactly are you? You can't remember anything about your life or the events that lead you to be here, so what—

Your train of thoughts were broken when you hear your creator sigh.

"I'm not gonna sugarcoat this for you. Okay, so like you're (y/n)(l/n). Wait, you understand english, right?" Creator asked.

You hesitantly nodded.

"Of course you do, I wrote it down— anyways, you're (y/n)(l/n). Gender ain't important, your nationality is American because I'm a bit of a westaboo."

Westaboo? You never heard of that.

"A Westaboo is a person who isn't from the west, but looks up to western cultures and other stuff that's... west. Just like weeaboos but instead of japanese culture and anime, I'm more of a USA! USA! USA! kinda guy." You nodded and let creator continue.

"So um... okay don't— don't get mad but I made you for the sole purpose of entertaining my audiences and myself." You fiddled with your fingers.

"Why are you so quiet?" Creator asked.

You shrugged.

There was a short moment of silence until Creator lets out a gasp.

"Damn! I forgot to write that you're not mute, gimme a second."

You waited for a few minutes.

"Okay, say something." Said creator.

"...something." You replied.

There was a pause between the both of you before creator starts talking again.

"Hm. I guess that's what I get for writing the 'smartass' trait. I don't like it." You heard some faint tapping noise after that.

"Right so. Yeah, you were born to like entertain some omnipotent beings." You nodded.

But then... you wonder why did you accept that fact so quickly and easily. Shouldn't it be, conflicting and terrifying to you?

"Im too lazy to write about your existential crisis, reader. So that's it, you just... accepted it as your fate. K?" You pursed your lips.

"What is going to happen to me?" You asked politely.

"You're gonna be teleported to a world— well, actually multiple worlds cause like, I have like... nine? Ten? books."

"I'm... a protagonist?" You asked.

Creator ignored your question and continued talking. "So like, I'm gonna put you in random chapters of my books with this new awareness and see where it goes."