So... how are y'all? I'm okay, Easter was last week so I couldn't post because I was busy, and I took my written exam for driving this week and I had to argue that water isn't wet in a club on Friday. My team totally won, of course, because water isn't wet. I know I missed two weeks, but life refuses to settle down for me. I'll try to update as much as I can, and I won't abandon this story again. It's fun to write, and I hope you guys like it. Happy late Easter to those who celebrate, and to those who don't take my goodwill anyways because if you're reading this I love you no matter what you celebrate. This story is moving a lot faster than the other, and I cut out a few parts to be added later. Just know that I've divided this into different arcs, and once this is done we're getting into the Drawn to Life arc. You know, the novelization of the first game but with my characters? I usually hate OC inserts where the canon characters fall in love with the OC, so if I ever implied romance between my characters and the canon characters just ignore that because it probably won't happen. Oh, can you hear that? It's the sound of everyone calling me a hypocrite. I'm sorry if I insulted you, I'm sure your writing is wonderful. There will still be characters introduced, and a lot of events that happened in Creation will probably still happen here. I'm trying to keep it as close to the original as possible while editing out things that I didn't like. Well, happy reading.

I spent a few hours with the strange feminist warriors, and then the Creator came down to fetch me. Red let him in, and the entire house went quiet. I cleared my throat, "Hello Dad."

"Autumn. You weren't supposed to be here."

"Why didn't you tell me about your other creations?" Red let out a whistle, "Have you told her anything?"

"No, but it's for the protection of the children-"

"Well damn it all! They deserve to know the truth!" I held up my hands, "What do I deserve to know?" Red crossed her arms and glared at my dad, "Since bozo over here won't tell, I will. You know about the multidimensional theories, right?"

"Yeah, like parallel universes and stuff?" Red nodded, "Exactly. So, there are a ton of people like your dad out there. A lot of gods and goddesses in charge of their worlds. Right now there's a bit of a… well, there are three worlds your dad has complete control over as Creator. There's this one, a pretty empty one where almost everything is made by one guy and a magic notebook, and the one with Clockworks and a lot of steampunk stuff. Your dad lets the other two worlds run alone but he directly controls this one. Isn't that right, Creator?"

"Yes it is, Vengeance. What you left out is the other gods aren't as lenient as I am with strangers and if my children ever leave, they would die." I rolled my eyes, "Oh don't pretend you suddenly care now. Why can't we visit the other worlds."

"I suppose a simple outing to visit Maxwell wouldn't be horrible, but Lock is not aware of our existence. Universes are such fragile things, something like your appearance could throw it all out of balance." Red scoffed, "Look at us. We hop universes all the time, and we're fine."

"You lost one of your soldiers to an unknown universe due to a malevolent creator only recently." Red tilted her head, "You noticed?"

"Of course. You take care of all the creations that have gone wrong."

"GEE THANKS BOZO." The Creator winced, "Whatever may have happened years ago is no longer my fault. You were the one who refused to follow my rules." Red made an animalistic growling sound and started pacing, "Rules rules rules. That's all you care about, isn't that right?"

"I make rules because I care about people, and I don't want them getting hurt." I raised an eyebrow, "So, sending your kids to fight evil keeps them from getting hurt?" The Creator stared at me. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what was wrong with sending children to kill dragons. I mean, I didn't have a problem with going since it sounded really fun, but what if something went wrong and someone died? Where would Dad be then? He ignored my question and went right back to arguing with Red. Orange walked over and stood next to me, "So this is the Creator? He's… wearing more clothes than I thought he'd be."

"Obviously you've seen too much art of gods in loincloths with the whole white beard thing going on." Orange covered her mouth to muffle the laugh, "Thank Creation we don't live in that type of world. I don't think I could go tits out all the time." The Creator turned to me, "Artist, we're leaving."

"Oof, titles. He's in a mood." Orange patted me on the shoulder, "I wish you all the luck in the world. Hopefully you'll return one day."

"Bye." The Creator drew us a portal and we stepped through. Summer instantly jumped on me, "YOU'RE ALIVE!" I fell faster than the Aztecs, "Summer! Can't breathe!" She rolled off me and slapped me across the face, "You… you… JERK! You can't just leave me like that! We don't have twin ESP, I don't know what you're going to do before you do it!" Hiro wandered by, gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, and started towards the kitchen. Sure, teenagers are supposed to be dicks, but Hiro was really playing up all the stereotypes. While Summer continued to scream at me, and Hiro raided the fridge, Reine walked in with little Jason, "Dad, I think something's wrong with Jason." The Creator whirled around, "What? What's wrong?"

"Well, aren't babies supposed to cry a lot? He never does. He doesn't make any noise. Aren't babies supposed to make noise?" The Creator picked up my little brother, "He may be mute."

"Oh goodie," I said in a deadpan voice, "The silent protagonist." The Creator gave me a look that screamed be quiet for five goddamn minutes and I shut up. A moment passed where nothing was said, and then the Creator pointed that finger of judgement at me, "You're going on a mission next."

"Damn it."

Turns out, before you're sent to the Raposa world, there's a lot of stuff you have to do. Some of these preparations include injections of watered down Creation Ink to keep your soul stabilized as you transfer to the mannequin. Also cardio. Lots of cardio with Hiro yelling at you to go faster from the sidelines because he's a "veteran". Eventually the Creator deemed me ready to answer the prayers of the Raposa, and I was sent down. Becoming a mannequin is weird, because it's like putting on pants that are one size fits all, but you're the exception to that rule. Everything is weird and it pinches at first, but the fabric stretches out the more you use it and maybe one day it'll be comfortable. With it being my first time as a mannequin, it wasn't comfortable. I opened my eyes in the Creation Hall, facing the young mayor of the village. He stared at me, "You're not…"

"I'm a hero apparently, so what's the problem? The Creator doesn't tell me anything." The mayor cleared his throat, "The Fire dragon has been terrorizing us for some time now." I nodded, "Figures. So, what, want me to kill it?"

"That would be wonderful."

"Look at us, I sense a wonderful friendship in the future." A Raposa wearing a frying pan as a helmet and carrying a spear burst in, "It's back! Wilfre's facing it!"

"Alone? He'll be killed! Um- hero, go with Bennett and help Wilfre!" I cracked my knuckles and took a sword and sketchbook that had been left as offerings to the heroes, "You got it. Come on Bennett. By the way, nice hat." I followed the Raposa through the village to a bridge that was shaking precariously as a large red dragon perched on it, snapping at a grey-haired Raposa who slashed at it with a knife. I ran over to the bridge, "Whoa whoa, time out here folks. You, ponytail, hold my sketchbook." I handed the sketchbook to the Raposa who stared at me in confusion. Then I stepped up to the dragon, "So you're the asshole."

"I expected someone taller."

"Did you seriously just say that?" The dragon scoffed, "Where's the blond one?"

"No idea. Probably on a date or eating food. I don't know where my brother is at all times."

"Oh, so you're his sister? How fitting. I'll kill you to draw him out, as he killed my siblings." I crossed my arms, "Who said I was going to die? Hi, hello, I'm Autumn of Creation. I'm stubborn, good with a sword, and killing you should be a piece of cake." The dragon leaned in close, "Then I'll be waiting on the cliffs in the ocean. If you can make it without dying, I'll gladly dispose of you myself." He blew a smoke ring at me and I coughed, "Ugh, dude you're going to get lung cancer if you keep breathing that stuff." With a flap of his giant wings, the dragon was gone. The Raposa with the grey ponytail walked over, "Why didn't you just stab him?"

"Where's the fun in that?" He handed my sketchbook back, "So you're a hero? Where's the other one?"

"There's more than one of us you know."

"How?"

"Well, you see, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much-"

"I don't need any extra sex education thank you very much. I always just assumed you were… creations." I flipped to a blank page in the sketchbook (thank you for your juvenile humor, Hiro) and started outlining a small cruise ship, "Well, if you think about it, all kids are creations. I just happen to have been born, not drawn like everyone assumes." Ponytail shook his head slowly, "You're strange."

"Your ponytail is hideous." The mayor ran over, "Ah, hero, I see you've met Wilfre." Wilfre glanced over at me, then at the mayor, "This is Autumn. She's apparently going to save us." The mayor beamed, "So you will help? Wonderful! You can take Wilfre with you, he's very interested in the story of Creation." The two of us protested at the same time.
"I work alone. He'll slow me down and get me in trouble."

"She's too talkative." The mayor grinned, "Well, it's decided. Wilfre, if you're still on this island by the time she leaves I'll throw you into the ocean myself." Wilfre looked at me, "How big is the boat you're drawing?"

"Big enough."

"Fine."

"Fine. Go pack your things, I gotta magic this into reality." Wilfre started to walk back to the village, "Fine!"

"Fine!" The mayor smiled kindly at me, "He may seem rude, but Wilfre is my best friend and if anything happens to him on this trip I will tear Creation apart. Understand?" I rolled my eyes, "Got it. Now where's the ocean?"

It's a bit shorter than usual, but like I said, I've been busy. I hope you enjoyed this thrilling installment of the Book of Creation, and I'll see you next time I update. Have a good week, and of course, "don't die!"