Son of a Bitch
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All right, that last subchapter was kind of long at least, but… the chapter’s over. How is the fucking chapter over already? What the fuck?! It’s hardly a third of the length of the first one!
What the fuck?!
I just, I… what the fuck, man? This is so pointless, fuck this. This book ain’t bein’ made. This book i’n’t worth bein’ made. I’m gonna end it right here, forget it. Fuck you, Universe W-2222. I wanted you to cooperate, I wanted to give you a big last hurrah to send you off proper, but you couldn’t play along. You couldn’t work with me, you just had to be a prick about it. So fuck you.
Without any signifying gesture, I obliterate… wait. I sense a disturbance in the Eden.
I open my eyes. There’s a figure in the distance, a dark form encapsulated in a blinding white Grain of Sand, and it’s moving towards me rapidly. I begin to hear footfalls on the grass, heavy and furious.
“What’d I fuckin’ tell you?!” the form shouts.
I know that voice. That’s the voice of The Suited Man Chuck Leary, Pillar Soul of Existence… but… but he can’t be here. He’s supposed to be in The Writer’s Room writing this dead book I’m making… but yet there he is, he’s coming, one suited stride after another The Suited Man charges furiously forward beneath the infinite purple skies over Planet Eden.
“You little fuckin’ asshole!”
He’s close now, really close. I can see his goatee.
“What, you think you’re done? You think you can just end it there?!”
“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know!”
The Grain of Sand takes me in. I meet Chuck at eye level.
“The idea’s not cooperating, it’s not my fault tha–”
Chuck crushes me with an open-palm slap across the face hard enough to toss me to the grass. I hear the words You’re the fuckin’ creator, the one above all! Get the fuck over yourself and do your goddamn job, you son of a bitch! and cower from them as I rub the hand welted into my cheek. The fact that he wears tight black leather gloves only makes the strike hurt more.
Finally I open my eyes to face Pillar Soul, but he’s gone. And so is the Grain of Sand he ran in… in. There is nobody here but me, merely Adam all alone on Planet Eden with no Eve, without even Psychedelia to keep me company…
Oh Psychedelia, my Keeper of Eden… where have you gone? I haven’t seen you since Highdeas. We built a universe together, contrived those nineteen lost stories… that book was ours, you purple-skinned bitch, we made it together and you disappeared on me; poof, gone! So I finished it and I moved forever forward and I made Flowers, I had the Pillars Three write out the story of Howie “Hoots” McGee and in return you remained vanished from me! You decided to lose me, and I decided to lose our book of lost stories, and… our universe remained. Existence spiraled forever forward and here I am, still alone. Still Adam all alone on Planet Eden.
I know you’re there, Psychedelia. I know you can sense me. The both of us are omnipotent, we’re Astral Gods for My sake! So why won’t you appear?!
“You are my creation, you will do as I say and appear before me this instant!! ”
…but she doesn’t appear. She has a will of her own, just like the rest of Existence.
I am the creator, the one above all, and my creation will not do as I wish… but what else is new?
In the name’a The Mongrel, The Perception, and The Father of Existence, what the fuck else is new?!
Chuck is right, I am a son of a bitch. I’m lost all alone in this Astral Plane and it’s turned me into a son of a bitch… but I have a job to do. I’m The Bookmaker, and I have a goddamn book to make.
Cody of the naught’d last name has a goddamn story to tell, and he’s gonna goddamn tell it. Chapter’s over, turn the fucking page already.
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