Poetic Irony

The Multiverse is a ruthless and unforgiving place. Every soul is determined by its Creators. Monsters, humans, Gods. All mere conceptions Creators thought in their free time

Where the Creator is a hand, and each God is a finger, a finger that puppets the world. A tool to the Creator's whims.

What if one realized their meaning of existence?

And choosing an alternate path, one that isn't moderated and viewed like mere fiction. Aimed to break the strings of FATE to a DESTINY full of freedom?

Kekeke~ that would be interesting wouldn't it?

After all, this one's FATE has already been determined. None can escape the will of the Creators.

But it is fun, watching them try.

~•☁︎︎☀︎︎☁︎︎•~

"H-how? How did my brother change me into the body of a doll?!" Voicelessly shouted the God of Positivity.

⚠︎︎[Ḛͭ̉̇͟R͉̜̎͡͠R͉̜̎͡͠O̖̼ͩ͌͐R͉̜̎͡͠: D̶͔̭̪̻Ḛͭ̉̇͟T̨͈͗̌ͥḚͭ̉̇͟C̵͉͋̔͞T̨͈͗̌ͥḚͭ̉̇͟D̶͔̭̪̻]⚠︎︎

"haAh... ThiS IS sO TROubLESOme..." The God of Destruction tiredly groaned.

~•꧁☾꧂•~
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair..." the God of Negativity murmured.

~•𖣔۞𖣔•~
"Oh~! I have never been the villain before! I'm going to have so much fun!" Excitedly shouts the God of Creation.

~• A/N •~
Adopted prompt from FireHedgehog's Idea Factory.
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