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Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Patterns whirl through my mind like a storm, clocks and planets and the chess pieces. The chess pieces… Oh, the chess pieces. And then I wake up. The cold cabin air engulfed me as I shivered from the lack of warmth. It was so cold. So, so cold. And yet I felt so strange. So… strange? The patterns, the storm, the planets, the pieces, they all made sense and I was in heaven. I was in heaven. I am in heaven. I walk out the cabin and look into the sky to see God. God is right there and I am his child. I am his child? No. I am God. I AM GOD. I walk on over and splash in the lake. It's cold, so cold, SO COLD. But it doesn’t bother me, I am God and the water will bend to my will. I’m tired of this. I’m tired. So tired. And the devil is coming to stop me from rest. But the devil doesn’t know that I know he’s coming so I must prepare to surprise him first.
I go to the cave. The cave? My cave. And type upon that computer that makes me god. For I know that the devil is coming to stop me. He wants me to be powerless. He wants me to be afraid, so I must not let him. Or everything shall crumble. My breath is quickening. I feel myself beginning to sweat. I'm so scared. So fucking scared. I want to cry. I want to run. But I cannot let him win. I cannot think. I CANT THINK. I MUST THINK. THERE! THERE, THERE, THERE!!! It’s the key to it all!! Pain shall make me stronger. Pain shall strengthen my godliness. So I shall pick up that blade and slice a cross into my skin. Watching as the blood pours and rolls down my arm. I am God.
Suddenly I hear him. The leaves rustle on the vines that hide my cave. The cave that contains my computer. The computer that makes me god. And he is here to destroy my computer. He is here to destroy me. I place down the blade and stand up, turning towards the mouth of the cave with venomous teeth. There he stands. The devil. A little green backpack. Here to kill. Kill? Kill me. Every inch of my conscience is filled with dread. For it feels as though it is the end. What did I do to deserve this fate? Stripped of my power. Standing still in fear as I'm tossed to the side as the devil picks up the computer. “Backpack, wait!” Is all I’m able to sputter. Backpack? Backpack. That’s his name. He isn’t the devil and I am not god. “MY NAME IS NOT BACKPACK!” He shouted at me. He was in my competition. My competition? My competition!
“That computer controls everything I do. If you were to destroy it, I wouldn’t be able to send anyone home.” I bargained. The computer did make me god in a way. But only to a tiny planet. I could control everything and everyone like dolls. Like dolls. The de- the backpack placed the computer down on my desk. I sighed in relief. Is he even real? I haven’t seen another object in so long… So, so long. Backpack looked at my arm in confusion. “What’s that?” He asked, annoyance still seeping through his words. He was looking directly at my freshly sliced wounds. Wounds? Why did I do that? Why? WHY? Blood was still actively falling from my wound. It was quite deep to me. Though covered in blood, I could not tell how deep. “Uhh. It’s a… cut.” I replied, still shaky from the fact it was actively bleeding out. Backpack took a step forward to take a closer look.
“That… doesn’t look natural. It looks like a cross. Airy— did you do that?” He asked, taking another step forward. His expression had went from angry to confused in mere seconds. Soon he was close enough to touch me. His soft hands grabbed my arm gently so he could take a closer look. I shivered in pleasure at his touch. I haven’t had the touch of another object in years. Before I knew it, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Backpack watched as my eyes filled with tears. “Why did you do it?” He asked. I didn’t have a straightforward answer. I mean, I had thought I was god. That pain would make me stronger to fight him. “I d-dont know” I choked out. “I-f-I-juuust-“ I sobbed, falling to my knees. My arm hit the ground. I yelped as pain struck through my veins and into my brain.
Backpack leaned down to be on my level. “Airy. You need to listen to me. We need to get this taken care of. Do you have anything for this?” My sobbing lightened. “I- no but- but I can teleport stuff here.” I muttered. Backpack looked at me with pity. “Let’s get you fixed up”