Rebecca742000
(WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS BOTH HEAVVY THEMES AND TRANSFORMATION-BASED CONTENT, DONT LIKE? DONT LOOK!)
In everything that can exist as a group, there is always atleast one outlier.
There is always one black sheep in every flock.
There is always one burnt cookie in every bakers dozen.
There is always one weed in every field.
And there is always one rickety, half-built universe made from nothing but memories and a weak reality-benders string in every empty patch of existence.
This particular universe is an outlier in comparison to others of its nature however.
Its creator, a strange, fox-like creature with a whiteboard for a head and reality-bending properties didn't make it as a hideout in order to make plans to take over all of existence and the universes in it.
She simply made it for fun.
She designed the place to be nothing more then a constantly changing playground, some areas were built as mountainous regions made from sweets, while other places were created as stages for shows done by raggedy creatures and characters she created on the fly.
She had lots of fun with the playground she made, but of course, she knew that she couldn't keep this place to herself.
She needed more people to be exposed to it, to join her, to play her games.
Afterall, what's the point of playing on a see-saw without anyone else on the other side?