A young man lay motionless, simply lying on his plush bed.
He simply stared meaninglessly into the pale white ceiling above him, beside him on his bed was an array of damp crumpled tissues, a sign of a healthy young mans daily habits.
The man sighed deeply, not caring at all that he was creasing his work uniform, and would have to iron it out either tonight, or wait until tomorrow morning.
He clasped his phone from out of his pocket and scrolled on his social media feed.
Yet every scroll brought the man deeper, and deeper into a pit of despair... Why?
"I really wasted everything, huh". He mumbled to himself, it was routine really, he'd relieve his stress after work, and then wallow in self-despair, cursing himself and the world alongside him.
Every single day the man asked himself why he hadn't worked harder in his younger years.
The man was a victim to his own self.
'A man's greatest enemy is himself', a wise person probably once said.
"Heh... if i was born with talent like everybody else... Maybe i'd be somewhere better" The young worker scorned the world for not blessing him with talent.
Yet the man knew, that those who do not work hard, cannot chide themselves about talent.
A day hadn't gone in his life, where he had truly worked hard.
He simply lived day-to-day, completing his same mundane routine...
Every.
Single.
Day.
The man was stuck in a cycle of repetition, a cycle of suffering due to his own incapabilities, yet instead of acting and striving to change himself, the man simply suffered quietly, hoping for some miracle to whisk him away into another life.
Is this what i really want? He lampooned inwardly.
A mundane life that meant absolutely nothing, it made no sense to the man.
What was the purpose of working hard in life?
Why work hard when something can go wrong in an instant, and all your effort turns into naught?
"Agh, I don't even care anymore" He sighed, flipping his phone into his hand.
This was the inner monologue of a young man with his whole life ahead of him, who had convinced himself that his life was over.
...
A few more hours passed, of the young man simply scrolling aimlessly on his phone.
He hadn't bothered to do anything productive as usual, merely killing time until he fell asleep.
Yet he sat up awkwardly, looking at the strange notification that had popped up on his phone.
[You have been invited to an audience with God]
"...What?" The man mumbled.
'Did I pre-order some kind of game?' he scoffed inwardly.
Except he had no memories of doing such a thing, an audience with God? What kind of strange game would this be about?
[...]
[Teleporting]
Before the man could formulate a thought, his bedroom had... cracked?
The physical bedroom remained unaffected, but a large white crack appeared and swallowed the off-guard man, leaving nothing behind...
"..."
The man rubbed his eyes, he was in a room of pure white light, the moment he opened his eyes...
He was eye-to-eye with an eye.
No, a face!
No, millions upon millions of faces, all twisted in an infinite number of expressions, painting emotions of denial, regret, sadness, happiness... the overwhelming number could not be comprehended by a human mind.
The man looked downwards immediately, yet it was too late.
Thousands of deep, piercing eyes had sprouted onto his legs!
He tried to grit his teeth to bare the pain, yet his teeth were nowhere to be found, replacing his two rows of fourteen teeth, were two rows of miniature heads, that squirmed and wriggled inside his mouth.
The pain should have been excruciating, but thankfully the man could not comprehend the pain.
His last moment of respite came when a deep ethereal sigh rumbled throughout the pure-white plane.
He 'burst'.
Into grotesque array of gory mush.
...
The man clutched his skull and screamed, yet he didn't scream any comprehensible words, merely a guttural and animalistic screech.
"Whoops! Haha I'm so sorry about that." A sweet and light voice rang.
The man looked up, the voice seemed to have restored his sanity completely.
The voice belonged to a 'young lady', with pale blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. 'She' wore a draping white cloth that served as a dress, putting it lightly she was incredibly enthralling.
"It totally slipped my mind, three dimensional beings like yourself can't see my real body!"
'She' giggled, sticking 'her' tongue out and bumping 'herself' on the head, it was an undeniably cute gesture, yet the man in front of 'her' was still incredibly disoriented even though he was sane.
Perhaps it was worse that he was sane.
"C... Can you send me back?" The man whimpered, his eyes locked in on the endless white beneath him, too wary of what would occur if he was to look at... God again.
"Hey, come on you can look me in the eye y'know? I created this yucky three-dimensional body just for you!" She pouted, jutting her head backwards and crossing her arms.
"Don't worry, I'm not God, I lied a bit but It'd be more fitting to say I'm a God, specifically the God that rules over your birth planet, Earth" God smiled, leaning down, lifting the man up like a baby to look him in the eyes.
"Anyways, you aren't much of a talker are you? How boring." God's bright white eyes darkened just a bit, dropping the man back to his feet.
"Sorry, uhm, God?" He stuttered.
"Apology accepted" God smiled again.
"Okay I'm getting bored of this again, so I'll hasten this a bit so I can see some action."
"The purpose of you adorable little creatures that hold yourselves in such pride is to entertain god's such as myself. Unfortunately Earth has become a bit of a bore, it was so much more fun when Earth was all violent, God's are suckers for action after all" God laughed.
"Regardless I guess I could send you back, but what would be the point? You'll just spend the rest of your days living your life out uselessly, and die alone. That's the fate that was imposed upon you."
"...You know the genre that God's love the most?" God grinned.
The spine-chilling grin reminded the powerless young man of the Cheshire Cat, a recognisable character from a novel he had once read...
"We love seeing pathetic creatures such as yourself... Struggle to change their fate, whether they die trying or succeed, it's one of the most entertaining shows for immortal beings"
"I'll do it" The man murmured, still unsure of what he was getting himself into.
God's expression turned pleased.
"Then I'll send you off with one request".
"Entertain us".