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A man sleeps against a wall, his eyes covered by a hard hat.He jerked up as an alarm blared from his pocket, and he craned his neck around, staring at the endless line of people toiling away in the dead of night as he turned off his phone.
‘Probably should have slept earlier last night’ He thought to himself
Once again, looking back towards the people hard at work, his eyes adjusted to the dim lights that were scattered around them. They wore hardhats and reflective vests as they pounded sledgehammers into the walls around him.
“Pssst kid get up before the supervisor sees you”
He glanced to his right to see his co-worker looking around, and only when he confirmed that no one was approaching did they look at him.
“Your lucky we get paid by the hour” they muttered
Groaning as he got up, grabbing his hammer and adjusting his vest and goggles, he slowly reared the hammer back and let it weakly tap into the wall, barely doing anything.
He was seventeen and a half, raised by a single father when his mother sadly passed away in childbirth. He is currently a high-school dropout working under the table for a construction company with no benefits.
Standing at an above average six foot six, with bronze skin inherited from his parents, along with violet eyes and fluffy, thick black hair that tied into a bun with a slight mustache and whisks of a potential soul patch growing with thick steel plugs his earlobes, he wasn't half bad.
His eyes narrowed as he grew annoyed. But he still felt like shit, still felt tired and was STILL at work. He reared the hammer back, twisting his entire body along with his feet as he swung.
Ka-Crack!
A basketball sized hole was punched through the wall as it slowly began crumbling he leaned onto the handle with an open palm
Sighing, he dragged the hammer across the ground as he moved to the next wall over and began the process anew, albeit with much less anger.
He continued like this for hours, moving from wall to wall till the sun began to rise. He often worked overtime to pay rent for the shitty apartment he currently resided in. It’d been a couple months since he was kicked out of his father's house, deciding to blame him for the loss of the love of his life.It took him a while to convince his landlord to sign the contract but one condition made the landlord ok his stay which was the fact he had to pay extra.
“Hey bud you worked all the way to the day shift again”
He heard someone say behind him, as well as them poking his shoulder, hitting the wall he was currently destroying one more time before it fell to the ground, revealing the sun's soft glow....Well, a soft glow to others. For him, it was more of an annoyance because he mainly worked at night and would sleep through the day and would do so repeatedly. His eyes had become sensitive to light.
He winced as he turned around
“Thanks for tellin me man”
He threw a peace sign overhead as he walked away down the stairs that led to the bottom of the building they were currently demolishing.
Trudging down the steps with music playing in his headphones, the only reason he’s able to keep sane during his work is by taking short glances at the other people hard at work either transporting the materials or breaking them down for easier transportation.
He made it half way down before he heard a loud rumbling noise accompanied by the screams of people.
Stones began raining down. It felt like the entire thing down to the foundation was shaking. His eyes widened as he sped up, trying to get down the stairs faster with people piling behind and in front of him, trying to get down just as the shaking intensified and caused a collapse in front of him.
The rumbling had yet to stop, and just as he was deciding what to do, a heavy rock clipped his shoulder and sent him onto the ground, writhing with a dislocated and bleeding shoulder. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up with his other arm and decided to take his chances and jump. He aimed for the bags laid on a pallet before he remembered a certain something.
“Oh shit those bags are filled wi-“
That was all he got out before he impacted. He unfortunately landed on his feet, causing his bones to push up. His knees popped out of their sockets along with other bones. His pelvis, from the force of the impact, was pushed upwards and into his body, grating against his ribs and organs, causing major internal damage along with bleeding.
He gasped and cried out as he looked down at his now deformed lower half. His feet were now purely made up of muscles and fat. The bones were now pushed higher than they should be, leaving them limply dangling along with some sharp pieces of bone jutting out.
He cried out in pain and rolled over, causing him to fall onto the ground. Before he realized something, the ground had stopped shaking. He laid on his back, taking sharp breaths to calm himself, but the pain was too much. The adrenaline was slowly but surely wearing off as the pain grew worse. He gritted his teeth till they bled and his hand gripped the dirt, squeezing it so hard his nails broke through his skin.
Tears blurred his vision as he barely held on
"SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK, THIS HURTS SO BAD, I THOUGHT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE COLD WHEN YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE, IT'S WARM, IT'S BURNING FUCKING HOT"
He screamed out, which slowly morphed into a cry of rage as the shaking began anew. Even worse, he saw the building crumble. Bits of pieces rained down on him, one hitting his face, another his left arm.
He laid there bleeding to death, among other things that would most certainly have killed him.
'W-wow, this is a really shitty way to die. Who the fuck am I, Obito?’
He never had the best coping mechanisms, now best shown as he tried to make himself laugh, only to cough out blood as his vision slowly faded. He saw his mother reaching out to him, a tear slowly rolling down his face as lights flashed and his already muffled hearing faded away and his eyes closed. before snapping wide open, except this time he was in a pure white space. Oh, and look at that still dying! " He thrashed violently and gurgled on his own blood in an attempt to scream in pain before he heard a clap.
Then he was in a chair. His legs were healed and the pain was gone, but his arm and left eye were still destroyed. He was sitting across from a being of pure void with a single red eye, using its arms to prop its head up.
“W-what the fuck”
His head whipped wildly around. As he shot up suddenly, causing the chair to fall back, only to wince as his legs quivered and gave out on him.
- Did you know that when people die, they usually aren't this lively? •
The voice was like a mixture of all the worst noises you could imagine being forced to become a coherent voice.
As his eyes landed on the figure he could only whisper in shock and awe.
“O-oh fuck are you god”
He scrambled to bow before whatever it was that was in front of him.
- Not the one you’re thinking of but, yes one of many•
He hesitantly glanced up at the figure as he voiced his confusion
“A-and what does that mean for me?”
It pondered the question for a moment before answering
- In the grand scheme of things, your god is like a newborn, less than a grain of sand in the infinite planes of existence.•
It put out an arm out with an open palm as stone seemingly materialized out of thin air and soon water did as well, along with a seed. They all crashed together and it brought another hand over it, cupping it, and when they lifted it back up, there was what looked like a miniature planet floating in the hand.
- A god has domain over all life but some specialize in certain things, all can create-
He crushed the floating orb in his hand
All can be destroyed. That just goes to show yours is naive. A smarter god would have given a boon to his people and erected themselves as the sole god of their worlds, but because he was so young, he did not yet have a true form and travelled the world aimlessly. Shifting shapes to suit his own desires, so many religions have formed, but he is trying to regain control by centralizing it to one again, showing how inexperienced he is. Control over a sapient species' decisions is impossible.•
Opening it's palm again, all that was left were scattered fragments that disappeared faster than he could blink.
“What does any of that mean?”
- A god only has so much power before it runs out, but it can be supplemented by belief, but because instead of there being only one god being praised, he essentially created multiple versions of himself that are all now vying for control.As a result, because none truly possesses any significant amount of power, they are unable to influence the world around them, leading to a lack of faith and religious stagnation.•
He had been an atheist his entire life, but now that it has been proven that deities and gods exist, he could only be...Disappointed.they existed, but because the original wasn’t that smart, it led to the world going to shit.
He let himself sink into his chair and sat there for a moment, thinking about life.
“So what now hell?” He questioned morbidly
- No, no, that would be a waste. Within you I see the opportunity for a story, so I will send you to different worlds and use you as my champion my vessel•
Gods, in all honesty, were always bored; they traded off their sense of touch, taste, and general bodily senses in exchange for their massive boon of powers.The way around this is to send themselves into an avatar of sorts, but this comes with the drawback of being tied to their chosen host body.
"Well, if you could heal my legs, why not my arm and eye since I’m your chosen prophet or whatever?"
- Now tell me what story is good without any conflict or obstacles•
“So what you’re saying is you don’t want to heal me because you purposely want me to struggle?”
- Precisely•
His face became so blank that one might assume he had turned into a statue. He took deep breaths in order to calm himself.
"Alright, it's fine. It's fine. What world are you sending me too? "
- Truly? I have no idea.I randomly selected a surprise. It is something that is rare for gods, afterall•
A vein popped out of his head as he gritted his teeth.
“Will I at least keep my own body?”
- Perhaps as I stated before, surprise, it would be handy for you to know that in another god's world I have no real power, so try not to die•
His eyes snapped open at that statement as a portal opened up beneath him.
"WHAAAAAA"
Then he was gone.