Creator of Thoughts

Chapter 1

“Hey, mommy," a little kid said sleepily while lying in bed,” can you tell me that story again.”

“Ok,” his mom decided “One more time- “

It started on a windy day. The skies blossomed with the sun, and everyone was there watching the birth of a sweet baby boy. When he came out of the womb something peculiar happened, that day the sky changed into rainbows, in a way it was beautiful, no one knew his parents though. They apparently died because of him, which was strange because he didn´t remember anything happening to his parents. So, he was adopted by two loving people. A dad and a mom [who] were traumatized by the death of their other son son named Wyatt; that died in a car crash.

They treated him like a normal child until random things started appearing throughout the house like, ducks made with gears, goats that were made from wood and would move only on wood floors, and the creepiest one out of the three was a mannequin that was made from ablator. It would go around and scare people almost half to death.

They started recognizing what he could do when they set up cameras in the house. It seemed he could manifest anything if he knew what the substance was made of. They wondered for a little bit how he knew how to make gears and all of that and they concluded that this baby had a naturally high IQ. He was also reading books in his free time that gave him some brilliant ideas. Like one time he made a rocket filled with a mysterious serum to try to start a zombie apocalypse but luckily his parents stopped the rocket before anything got out of control. The parents knew this would get out of hand at school and several other places, so he was lied to by his mom and dad saying that he was severely allergic to the U.V. rays from the sun. The toddler knew he wasn’t but played along. So, he got hobbies like art and on some special occasions got friends over but all of them thought he was weird, which had him think freely to make up his own friends.

There was Rex, his stuffed animal that was alive and had a fully working brain, nervous system, and mouth so he could enjoy the awesome food that his grandma and grandpa cooked and could talk to him ifhe felt lonely. Sometimes it was seafood that Grandpa and Grandma made and sometimes it was Chinese. Which they both loved. They stopped showing up after a little bit, I wonder why. He also had a Nautilus shell that would sing to him every night and he could also hear the ocean from it and beautiful whale noises. That would put him to sleep every time. The final one was interesting; it was a platinum clock that could tell him about his death or help him with moments when he made an unwise decision. This clock was one of the most valuable things he had made, and he would have it in his room all the time. Until one day it stopped for some odd reason. He tried to fix it every day, it was even clastic, but it just would not work. He also had a little sun that would turn on and off during the day or night. It was used as a light source when his room got dark. It also seemed photogyric because it would always look towards lights like a moth always scrambling to get to a light source when it gets dark. It was also weirdly made from paribuntl which was the fine straw that was used to make hats. He also started improving his art skills and he found another thing about his power. Anything that he drew would come alive. We knew this because we kept seeing different colored squirls and some stuff from folklore. Like randomly appearing gnomes around their front yard.

The moment his parents noticed that he could make something out of thin air that could tell someone's death time. They started using him day after day for questionable things like a literal gold guard that could move and talk and even had better cooking skills than him, but his powers could only go so far. You must know a limitation for his powers, if he were to make something like a gold bar multiple times his body can start transforming into gold or the other chemicals in the substance. If he was to create a liquid, then he would have something like his blood transform into that chemical.

He was enlisted into an online high school when he was only 13 because including his power he was like Einstein. He could easily do high school equations when he was a Pre-teen. His parents said many times to him, do not try to make up things that do not exist." He followed his parents' orders, so he didn't make something that killed his whole family but secretly he wanted to kill his parents and his family for the things that they had made him make for them, and they didn't even care. They had no appreciation whatsoever even though he was sometimes risking his own life making it for them. He already had a fully gold heart. What’s next, his lungs or even growing an extra arm? Maybe a gold brain that couldn’t even think straight. Then what would they do to him just keep him as achievement that just sat there staring endlessly until he died? No, he wouldn't stand this maybe if he could make the creatures his parents thought he could even make. That would be a different story.

¨Growing an extra arm would be cool though¨ The kid said sleepily while he tried to stay awake by forcing his eyes open.

¨Shush¨ the mom whispered, ¨let me continue the story before you fall asleep little man. ¨

¨Ok, ¨ the kid mumbled with disappointment all over his face.

That was years ago though, and he started seeing that he could make extinct creatures, he just had to draw the creatures right. He could even make up the creatures. Even new ones entirely, but he had to do every single detail of the creature and if he wanted to add power then he had to add the organs. Like his old friend Rex that was like a Frankenstein creation with some human parts to him. When he found out he could do this he started planning an escape. He started making a creature so powerful that even his parents would fall. Even his own corrupt creatures that he made in the past would fall. He took the idea of creatures from the game's final bosses. One was the moon lord from Terraria, and another was the ender dragon from Minecraft but there were many things to do before the escape. He went to bed thinking that tomorrow was going to go great, but this was going to be a life and death situation.

“And that is the end of the first chapter now get to bed,” his mom whispered joyfully.

“But I told you I want the whole story,” said the little kid.

“I need to go but your dad will be here kay” she said in a covered sad voice "I'll be back.”

“wait” cried the son in a voice that was demonic " please don’t leave me.”

The word started to crumble in front of her eyes, was this an illusion, or was this real? The mom suddenly vanished, and a new mom walked into the room. With a smile on her face and the same book in her arms.

Her hair was as yellow as the golden brick road. She even walked with grace.

“Ready to read my sweet little boy,” she said in a voice so beautiful that the prettiest girl on earth would shiver.

“Yes mom” the kid sleepily said with a smile on his face.

“What chapter were we on sweety” the mom said.

“Chapter 2” said the boy lying in the bed.

Chapter 2 THE ESCAPE

The kid woke up the next morning, ready to go to get this done before it became a problem. Before the escape, he had a nightmare, but it felt real like he was in a lucid dream, but this dream was different. It was the future that he wanted so much. In this, it was a whole other reality, the trees were shining green, and the ground looked like it had small dew that were so beautiful the sky smiled at its creation. It had vibrant clouds and a sun that was amazing in every conceivable way.

He walked to his parent´s house after school. He played games with his imaginary friend, Rex, and had an awesome time. He was tired though, so he planned to go to bed after his friend left. Hours passed by and he felt a nudging up against his shoulder. He ignored it for a little, but then he heard partying and talking above him. There were wine stains all over the basement floor because his parents never really fixed the floors or at least his. This seemed like a perfect time to escape, he thought to himself almost smiling at the horror he was going to cause his parents. He wasn't going to kill them, but he just wanted to send a lesson of sorts, one that would stop his parents from using him.

“Well let's get this done with,” he said in an excited voice, he could not stop smiling, thinking of the future he might have with his parents smiling and maybe for once appreciating his power. He still made happy and fun memories here, but his determination was strong. The future he wished to have was blocking his logic. He said bye to Rexy and his clock. As he walked the music became louder and louder. He looked back and saw a gold pathway to where he walked. That just made him angrier, and reader, remember that remark about that third golden arm. Yes, that happened.

¨Yes, ¨ the child remarked to his mother while doing a little bit of a celebration dance with his arms.

¨Don´t get excited now because you are going to need all your energy for the next part, ¨ the mom said while trying to calm the kid down.

¨Ok, ¨ the kid said with a frown on his face. He stopped in another cellar right under the vibrant music at the festival that had started in the mansion above. The creature he was about to summon was 10 feet and had incredible powers like a cyclops-like beam and dragon breath. He held out a piece of paper and it started constructing itself, looking at the drawing, and seeing where to put different limbs and body parts. The head was made first and the head consisted of a fleshy mass and huge pumps that seemed to be boiling. Then the body which had a huge protrusion through his chest with teeth in every angle along his body. The arms were next, and they were normal except it had 10 fingers on each arm, they were also sticking out everywhere except where normal fingers would be. The legs were just like the arms but with 1 big toe for balance on each foot and after that he was ready to go but seemingly the monster forgot one thing a brain. Wich was important to the plan the kid created but the kid couldn't stop it. He made a monster that he couldn’t defeat. His own creation might be his own downfall, but how he thought. How could my masterpiece be flawed, he thought again. His face was now full of anger and disgrace and with one swipe of his hand he grabbed the paper and pointed it at the monster. The monster was gone but the paper was now filled with scribbles and information about certain body parts. The monster was detailed, and it was standing the same way it was standing outside of the paper.

“Welp now time to go back to bed,” he thought to himself.