FicWad

I'm having a lot of fun with this one so far, even though I just got him. Hell, he hasn't even woken up yet. But it's interesting how he twitches and whimpers under the influence of this drug. I'll just give him something to counteract it. Then, he'll wake up, and I'll tell him I'm God and I saved him. Because that's the truth. Maybe this one will even behave and worship me, like all those worthless scum should. Hopefully, he'll be grateful, that not only did I make him, but I saved him, and now he gets to meet me face to face, even though he doesn't deserve it.

But like all the others, soon enough, he's going to call me a fake, just like everyone else. Then, I'll have to kill him. Because I am God. I will not have anyone call me a fake. But it does hurt to have someone I created die, especially by my own hands. And now, this moral dilemma is making me question something. If I don't like people killing my creations, why do I not only let them do it, but why do I do it myself?

I mean, the last one got all pissy with me, but I kept him for weeks, under my good graces, trying to make him see the errors of his ways, but yet he didn't fucking see it. He even tried fighting against me, and tried escaping. So of course I had to kill him. I hate having to do it.

I'm sick and tired of having to kill people for not believing in me. I will weed out all the disbelievers, but what if I end up killing everyone? Certainly there has to be someone who believes in this vast world I have created! But then again, nobody has believed what I've said about being God, ever since the start. I'm starting to doubt that there actually is anyone who knows who I am, even though I know there must be, somewhere out there.