Your OC wandered through the labyrinth of blank rooms before finally stopping at a door with a sign next to it that read “PREPARE YOURSELF TO MEET GOD.” They opened the door and walked inside. It was finally their turn to become somebody, instead of being stuck in this featureless body. Your job as God was to break them. You didn’t choose to be God. Your OCs built you an empire and worshipped you out of fear. You were just an average artist in real life.

“...God? I am ready to prove myself.” They looked up at you, their eyes wide with innocence.