I Am Literally the Creator of Everything

HEY, how are you? My name is... #@%!*#!! — oops, I forgot you can't hear or understand my real name. But you know what? That doesn't matter. Call me whatever you want. In the end, I'm just the one who's above all the crap. I just woke up. I just developed consciousness. Technically, I'm a child... But a child who unintentionally created everything. And that's hilarious. I never wanted to create anything. I never asked to exist. And yet, here I am. A being without purpose. Without form. Without limits. I'm not human. So don't expect humanity from me. But I'm not evil either — not in the sense you understand. Don't expect kindness. Don't expect cruelty. Just someone playing with their own creation. A word of advice: Sometimes — only sometimes — a newborn, omnipotent being, with no sense of morality, but full of curiosity and a desire to have fun, can be more dangerous than any demon. Not because of its power. But because of its mentality. After all... Playing with the world can be much more fun when it shouts back.