0.2 Oh look it's also blank!

Great my exaggerated behavior from the auxiliary chapter has invaded my dreams.

White.

Are dreams supposed to be this boring?

White.

An expensive white void. Nothingness as far as the eye could see. Maybe I should wake up. This was the most boring dream I've ever had.

Worse than the time I was chased by a giant foot down a dark hallway.

"I'm sorry to say this isn't a dream." Ah look, there's Morgan Freeman's voice!

Now i was psyched, the last crossover dream i had with Morgan freeman involved a Voldemort superman fighting the Cabal (from Destiny).

"I'm sorry to say this isn't a dream."

I turned my attention to behind me. Oh.

I was disappointed. It was not Morgan Freeman.

In truth i wasn't sure what i was looking at. It was like knowing "something big" was in front of me but not seeing anything. Maybe it was some Outter God. Was i gonna lose sanity points?

"I'm God." It voiced.

...Yeah sure you are.

"If you're God. Tell me what's the-"

"It's filled with images of tomboys and personifications of various brands and inanimate objects in many states of undress."

"-name of my do- WHAT!?"

"Ah, my bad, the last one asked what was in their secret folder." I didn't realize God could sound shy, but i was proven wrong.

"Not cool God, how could you put my preferences out there like that? What if I'm in a story and people are reading and assuming the poor author is projecting themselves on me? Also how'd you get ir wrong? Aren't you God?"

"As interesting theology is, I believe we have more important things to go over?" Smooth God, i can't even retort in case I get blasted...even if this is an oddly lucid dream.

"No matter how much you repeat it in your mind, it won't change what you feel."

Damn. Was i really meeting God? Did I die? Will i be sent to the eternal waiting room? I was only Christian by association, everything i knew was from Youtube videos! Will i go to hell!?

"No. Again, as much as I find myself wanting to, your situation is complicated. The details surrounding your death are questionable and the Fates are uncertain as to what occured." I could sense god sighing and looking away. "Perhaps there is merit in your ramblings that there is some Author interfering."

"So..uh how'd I die?"

"Your sister poisoned you for being annoying."

"NANI!?"

"She was also aware of a hefty inheritance you would have gotten when your parents die next week."

"MASAKA!"

"You were also subject to a meteor strike. Please stop being annoying."

"HONT- What? but that's..." I was unsure if God had a sense of humor or I really was in a dream.

"Yes. Well that's the issue. You were SUPPOSED to die from heart failure after writing a long and amazing novel and nearing the final conclusion. However there are conflicting things right now. From dying from asphyxiation by drowning in your spit, to sibling assassination."

"I thought we had freewill? What do you mean 'supposed' to die?"

"Yes but I'm God, I know where all your choices lead up to."

"Damn. Forgot about that. So what happens now?"

"Now? For now you will wait here. I have to see if there is an irresponsible 'author' meddling in creation trying to write an original story. Depending on how it goes and their goals they may need to get the Author's curse for treading on sacred territory."

"But what do i do while you go off doing whatever?"

"Consider where you want to go if you were able to go to anywhere in the multiverse. I'm feeling strangely giving and may give you a chance...it must be some interference."

I could feel God, if that's what he really was, fading off. It was times like this I wish i had deadpool powers and could break the 4th wall and find out for myself what was going on.

Unfortunately nothing happened. I turned around yet again and spotted a bean bag chair.

...now where would i want to go?