Apotheosis, a Whostuck vignette.
Summary: A universe was created and shit just ain't right.
Notes: 15/4/9 Update – I'd completely forgotten about this fic, but someone found it. Edits were minimal.
There's a fire burning down a house in upper New York. A young woman with rose in her eyes and Rose in her name wakes up with clouded memories of yesterday (Was it yesterday? She remembers a woman with grey skin and green eyes. She remembers a monster with a flashing coat and green skin. She remembers inebriation.) The girl she wakes up next to looks like her mom - feels like her mom – but she thinks she's her sister, long lost and long forgotten.
She walks around her house, running into furniture and dangling wind chimes. She was much smaller the last time she was here.
At the same time, in Washington State, a young woman carries her grandfather who is her seventeen-year-old grandson out of a meteor's impact zone. Her name is Jane Crocker and she isn't heir of one goddamned thing.
Earlier, two Texan men landed synchronized acrobatic pirouettes off a meteor and into their penthouse while the meteor's wreckage spells out KEEP AUSTIN WEIRD. (The irony, of course, is that Austin is two and a half hours away. And neither of the men would ever, under any circumstance, unironically say "Keep Austin weird".
(Several light years away and across the ocean at the same time there's a madman in a box who shouldn't be there; who shouldn't exist outside of television and cultural references, but does, with memories of a planet that was never there and shouldn't have been, but isn't and should be.)
A young woman in an island in the middle of the Pacific yawns and wakes next to a dog who is familiar but isn't hers. A dog who has eyes and no omnipotence. There isn't a Frog Shrine in sight and where she once grew flowers are flowers, but different now, replaced by violets and Schlenk Blossoms. And thank god her grandfather's big game trophy is gone, but so is the memorial to her dreamself. She finds her grandfather alive in the chair where he sat dead, but instead of the elderly adventurer she knew him as, now he is a boy only slightly older than her. She looks in the mirror and sees a woman who grew up playing a game meant to kill everyone but her and her closest friends.
And dog ears!
She doesn't sleep as much anymore and she isn't as forgetful. Her name is Jade Harley and she is the spacedog witchgod and the reason the universe exists. She called the madman in the sky and the ground she stands on into being, because her friends could not. She leaves the house and sees that she can rest.
The universe begins not with a bang, but her sigh of relief.