Chapter 12
I remember when I nailed the first nail into his still breathing, sweating and beaten body. Like me, years before he had killed the man we call "God," a Lego Minifigure named Cyrus who is believed to have built the universe after some cataclysmic event. As he created Earth after Earth, planet after planet and society after society, Cyrus decided to settle on England as his Holy Land while he created Steve and Alex - the first human and the first abominable. As he had taken the form of the Lego minifigure, strolling the planet and guiding people across the land bridge into the Americas and demanding heart sacrifices from others, he saw genuine hope in this human and Abominable race. The last two attempts done by the past God, a land of Humans and a land of Abominables failed catastrophically once they reached the medieval and the bronze age respectively. So, Cyrus thought it was best to combine the two.
Imagine his shock when a man-abominable hybrid yet Human-passing by the name of Dexter of Ikea killed him by ripping his head off and crushing him. After he got visions of being 100% man-abominable and 100% God, Dexter claimed himself to be the one to change the earth, and with his power made a group of six men and his "mother" (who he created out of thought) believe it to be true. Someone had woken up to the truth, and wished to kill Dexter himself. Yet, due to his cowardice, Micha of Ditto, a human-ditto hybrid who didn't require clothing, hired me, an Anglo soldier, to kill him.
Hard Headed, a past Spartan, I, the Nesquik Bunny, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away, paying the fool that could've been God a measly 20 ounces of Silver.
After being witnessed at a trial performed by Honda, he was once again dragged off to his death. I was told to nail him to a board, to break his legs and kill him - leave him for the wolves. I was fearful back then as time was so simple. Young and naive, I was told what to do and how to properly do it. Now, I've seen the past. I've seen the future - or what I thought it was. I now know that what Cyrus had created is unruly. I was omniscient before, but I've lost touch. I was naive then, but as I nailed the first nail into his hand, my finger tips shook and the ground around me quaked. Dexter screamed in pain. He cried and pleaded with me to stop.
"Look, he's calling for Cyrus!" The crowd exclaimed. No- he was humble and didn't use his strength with purpose. Cyrus was gone. Why would a God call for himself? Stupid. So, as modern day language says, 'dummy.'
Despite the quakes, I moved to his feet, nailed them down as he prayed for me to stop. His mouth didn't open yet I heard his voice. In fact, I heard the other six pray too. I heard people in unknown languages praying across this planet.
I despise it.
Their words stayed in my mind as I heard Dexter heave his final breath. To make sure he was truly dead, I took my spear to his chest. Nothing came out. No water, no blood. There was no more pain, there was no more sadness, there was no more Dexter of Ikea.
As more religions popped up, Christianity appeared as it actually did occur. Yes, there were multiple Gods. This one actually did have a kid, but once his son died so did he. I took up the job of hearing his prayers, maybe inspire a little farm girl to lead an army only to burn.
But I seemed to have been an unlikely contender. I had some new found ability as I was 100% abominable and 100% God. To add to the endless torment, I decided to have Dexter reincarnated every couple millennia. I didn't think his recent one would be a nerdy boy yelling about Communist ideas, but, if you've lived as long as I have you can see some new thoughts matching your own. He is forever cursed with the knowledge of his past lives but also cursed with the inability to scribe them on paper and the inability to talk about them.
I could've left this planet to its own, go to another galaxy and lead but I couldn't simply do that- I was trapped in my own galaxy and furthermore I was trapped here with two choices - disintegrate it down to its last atom and remake it in my image, or be killed and leave the choice to someone else.
But I had fun seeing what I could do. Who knew summer camp could be so fun and who knew that rules could be so restricting?
I made the mistake of allowing abominables reach their full capacity in the form of the Saiyan. Human-passing, they could destroy entire planets. I watched in my mortal form - trapped at a 16 year old age, trapped in a bunny shape - Goku destroy Kid Buu and, furthermore, an entire Galaxy created by another God- Frieza. Frieza is no more.
Without a galaxy, there is no more you. Only reason there was two in the milky way galaxy was that two galaxies combined long ago - the milky and the way. The original form of myself was Milky. But Milky can make rules for himself, so Milky made this mistake. Us ethereal beings love fucking ourselves over.
I made my father successful. He told me that I shared his father's genes but what he doesn't know is I'm my own grandfather. It's fun making self puppets. It's fun seeing myself age, and it's also fun altering my age.
I like unlimited power. I like being able to turn people into chocolate powder as I can just think and they're gone. I liked being on the right side of history, but now it's clear I moved to the wrong, and I feel my days ending. I've seen millions of realities and none of them involve me winning. I can't simply wish these damn saiyans away as they've become too powerful. Sonic - I close myself and wish for his demise but now that he's turned super he can't simply go away like that. Goku and Vegeta? They require actually killing. I haven't done that since the Anglo age.
I made the mistake of Herobrine to see if a God could create a God but I made a demon and I regret creating a demon.
So, I fear that my story is ending and I fear that my comments from earlier chapters in my recent life is slowly coming to a close.
I don't know what I'll do if Sonic and them win. I don't know what he'll do once he becomes me.
I've made mistakes in my past and I can't go back in the past to destroy them. But, I just hope whoever takes over for me overrides them.
So, hey pal, my name's Nesquik. You can call me 'Quik,'or 'the Bunny.'