you can actually see the point where i got too into it
my head's going fuckin nuts at A Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night by Kemu Voxx. like, imagine a Maker x reader oneshot, but you're an employer going up to challenge the Maker out of anger of your existence as well as the world and your role in it. The Maker, as vague an indirect as he is about it, is heartbroken at your challenge. "What brought to hate the world I designed, with you in mind no less?" A heated battle ensues. The Maker tries to reason with you throughout, but you don't budge. You hack and slash with very fiber of you dark, smoky visage. Your eyes burn like the stars on his face as his words dare to reach you. Eventually, you've worn yourself to the point where your fire is barely holding on. The Maker holds you as he whispers unintelligible apologies onto your deaf ears. You feel as if his tears were melting into your face as you faded away, only to be replaced as the Machine saw fit. The Maker held on to your embers for just a moment. May he never forget his dearest creation, that which challenged him for his throat.