Random Blurbs/Writing Snippets

Y/N as God

George rubbed at his eyes, yawning away the ebbs of sleep into tears at the edges of his eyes. Grass was ripped from the plains as he sat up, moss hanging off of his arms and a butterfly scuttling across his other hand. "What...?"

There are fireflies whirring around his head, a butterfly resting on his ear before George turns and spooks it off. There are large trees making a canopy around him, flowers stick out of his shirt, circled into the holes that came with time. "Where am I?"

"Where aren't you," Your voice echoes across the forest of your own making, shifting between glittering leaves and the edges of a large oak. "You can be wherever you want to be."

"I don't really like forests," George spins around, looking for you in futile desperation, his feet tumble over his own mossy shoes. With his next words he lift them up, "Too muddy."

In a simple shift, the world dissolves into pixels of colour, glitching into brighter greens and more colour. There is long grass scratching at his skin, the moss on his clothes is gone and resting gently on his head is a glowing flower crown, beautiful, unnatural (f/c) flowers. You appear, floating above the ground in your long robe, mask resting above you face. "Is this more towards your liking then?"

"How...?" George whirls around until he's face to face with you, freezing in his stride.

"It's like I said, you can be anywhere at my behest," You step closer, watching as George leans closer into the light touch of your hand on his shoulder. As far as you were aware, that was unhealthy for humans. Something about their need for physical contact and how a withdrawal of such a thing was unhealthy and bad for them.
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[Never finished. Probably not continuing.]