That's pretty much a whole Rick and Morty bit, isn't it?
"Creator, why do I exist?"
"You give quests and have no real significance passed this point"
"Well that's depressing"
I thought, therefore you were
You were, so i observed; thereafter i wrote.
Them: "Why did you do this to me?"
Me: cackles
Alexander: "Why do i exist?"
Me: "Cause of MY abuse"
"Why was I created?"
"Iunno. Just some random idea, I guess."
(I feel real weird putting a full fledged scene up here when everyone else has like, two lines at most but uh, it's what happened, so.)
She eyes me, the person in front of her, suspiciously, not quite believing that I'm her creator. She crosses her arms, rocking back on her heels, and asks "So… why? Why me, why all this," she gestures to the rock around her, then leans forward. "…and why all that?"
I tilt my head, thinking. "Well, it was all pretty gradual, actually. I had the idea of somebody wandering a maze, trailing their fingers over the walls as they went. That was a pretty vivid image in my head, so I wanted to do something with it. You," I gesture towards her "came up after I started doodling. I don't really remember the details."
She stares for a minute, then lets out a quiet "huh", and leaves. I let her go.
" Why did you do this to me, to my family? "
" Lmao, I was bored. Sorry. "
-"why would you create me?"
-"So you could be whatever I could never be"
This end up interesting. Makes me think about the nature of creation.
"What? You're saying you created me?"
"Well, uh… I thought I did. But I guess if you're… literally standing here in front of me… that's pretty subjective… o_o"
"You say I'm suppose to be you…? we look nothing alike.."
"Listen, you were what I want, But i love you my sweet daughter!!"
- I love my girl Scarlet with all my heart and she deserves the best but tbh i would cry if i ever say her in person shes beautiful
"Why'd you kill my dad right in front of me after I'd been tormented with him communicating with me and giving me seizures for 21 years?"
"I dunno man you were born to suffer so"
"Why do I exist?"
"Idk man I was tryna force my way through writers block so I self projected a character I guess."
"Why did I have to die so early"
"You were the first character i created and i got annoyed of you, sorry lol"
"But like why tho"
" So like … why do I exist ? "
" Well to be frank with you , you're the inconvenience of the plot . "
" . "
" Merry Christmas , by the way . "
"You created me, so you should know this. Does my life hold any sort of purpose?"
"No more than mine."
Mardosa: You had to google a lot of information about how to commit crime, right? How do you do that without getting in trouble?
Me: Lmao just end every search with "please NSA I am but a humble author who needs to know how about the annual profits of arms trafficking."
Bandin: "So, how does my story end?"
Me: "Punching the bad guy in the face."
Bandin: "… Score!"
Soccoro: "Why can't I have a gun? You should give me a gun. What do you mean narrative stakes."
Alice: "Why do I have to live with these people? I hate people."
Vina: "Can't you give me boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? When do I get one?"
Autumn: "What are the themes of my work? What statement does it make about humanity's struggles? Also, are me and Kaleb dating? I'm confused about that."
Kaleb: "What is wrong with you? You literally make up imaginary people to torment and kill."
can you make me more interesting…lol
"Why put me through all of this oh my god"
"To make an interesting story sorry about the dead parents lmao"
"why is the world so empty???"
"look planets are really big and my brain is really not and i should've stopped myself before i started but here we are"
"Why don't you ever finish one of my adventures before rewriting me?"
"I'm not one for closure and I haven't found your true purpose in the great scheme of things."
"Why would you bring me to life knowing that all I knew was suffering and pizza?"
"IDK man. I'm a creative sadist, and pizza's pretty awesome."
"I mean….fair."
(Here's a scene. F&%* it)
Illyana looked at me, her eyes weirdly brighter green than I expected. Interesting how the imagination makes her almost less realistic than what i saw before me.
She cocked her head, sat in the leather sofa in my livingroom, stunned to silence by the notion of what I just said.
I took the opportunity to examine her. Her hair was a lighter pink than I could ever imagine, her skin tanned and wiry, calloused and worn. She looked not only like someone who could fight, but also like someone who had a troubled past. One that I - not to expertly - wrote out. I knew for a fact the hardships this girl had suffered, and I hadn't cared when she was imaginary.
"Why did you do this to me?" She asked, and the very accent of her voice made me smile wickedly. The russian-inspired accent, the thickness on the vowels, it was everything i dreamt and more. I sat back in my chair.
"Simple," I said, slowly. Everything had to be right. It had to be perfectly timed, "I had you in my head for years. The girl that would save the world with her abilities of light. The girl that would be the strongest of them all, and lead the new generation of heroes into a new age of power and peace. I wrote you to be the best of the heroes, and to save them all."
She wrung her hands, her leg jiggling in a nervous movement I recognised as my own. "But, I'm not. I'm so flawed, and imperfect, and wrong. How can i lead the mutates when i can barely lead myself? How can I be the one to lead the world to a new age if i cannot be strong in myself?"
I smiled sadly, knowing what I had done to this girl. She was barely as old as myself.
"But, Illyana," I spoke, knowing our hour was up, "That is how you are strong. You are flawed so that you can teach them how not to be."
Also omg there's so much existentialism in these posts I LOVE it
"……"
"Is there a pattern to all this? Is there a reason behind it?"
"No wait, don't answer. I don't think I want to know"