#the epdb wip

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'El Partido de Beisbol'

wouldn't it be fucked up if i watched it and then a little man comes out onto the field who looks just like me and He comes over and fucks me on the greens (and i can feel that They are safe, unlike how i intimately know them to be), and i watch, in the most out of body experience of my life, myself get fucked, years ago, but in my current form, on a televised event, on my tv? He gave me His cap when We finished.

i make a post discussing how weird it is that not only did They have sex in a crowded public area, but it was also filmed and not cut from the final cut of the game. and that the guy looked just like me. isn't that so weird? why don't we talk about this more?

and i get a reply that says, 'i watched it too, but the guy was me.'

and another that says, 'i just watched and holy shit!!! that guy looked just like me!!!'

and another that says, 'no way,' followed an hour later with, 'oh my g-d. y are u right?'

wouldn't that be fucked up?

one day, miraculously, i meet Him. Him and i are alone Together in a place that looks, despite everything, like my childhood home, if i squint.

i ask Him about the footage of Us fucking and He grins at me like the Cheshire Cat and coyly sneers, 'I have no idea what you're talking about, little man.' He pulls the cap (the same one, team and all,) out of His pocket and puts it on my head for me.

He kisses me and leans me back down onto the floor, pinning my hands above my head.

'who do you think you are?' He asks, stilling His movements, hovering over me.

'i am the little man.'

'and who am I?' He asks, grinning again in a way that makes me want to lick His teeth.

'You are the Player. You are the Game.'

'no,' He says, pausing to lick His teeth. 'You are also the Game. I am Everything.'

'are You G-d?'

'if you wish to call Me That.'

'i do wish. but what about the others? why could they see themselves?'

'why do you think this is your home?'

'because it looks like it. that doesn't answer my question. not really.'

'because I will it to be so.'

'but why did You will it to be so? why make all of us see it? why not just me, if You wanted this?'

He laughs loudly.

'why do you want Me?' He asks.

'You control me. pleasure. chemicals in my brain.'

'close enough. I know (love) how jealous you get.'

He begins fucking me. i writhe around and feel the grass all around me again. my heart picks up its pace for the billionth time and only then do i begin to sweat.

'you've already proven yourself,' He says, suddenly reassuring.

'have i?' tears prick my eyes.

'of course, My, My—' His voice seems to cut out totally, lips moving to spell out the one word He means to say, but doesn't. For me. To put me at ease. He wouldn't let you all know. His voice returns, 'I am protecting you.'

'thank You. thank You, G-d. G-d. G-d.'

i orgasm or something akin to it but stronger, feeling my entire body convulse with the sheer force of it, like getting struck by lightning.

'be watchful, My, My—' the cut off again. 'I am Everywhere.'

'like El Partido de Beisbol.'

He laughs, less like a bell and more like a gong.

'of course! you already know. I will it to be so.'

His body dissipates into the air, His Cheshire Cat smile remaining a few moments longer than the Rest of Him.

'wouldn't that be fucked up?' i ask you again.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'son of a bitch'

i woke up at 3:33 PM in a hotel room bed with a black, personless, zip-up hoodie tucked into the sheets beside me. everyone else was out getting lunch or whatever, so i truly was alone.

i slowly lifted myself to sit upright and was immediately met with my newly black-haired reflection in the mirror across the room. i ran my fingers through my new hair. it only went down to my neck. it felt like normal hair, but cleaner than my usual. i'd had ass-length brown hair when i'd went to bed the night before.

'do you like it?' said a Voice.

He appeared in front of me, kneeling on the bed between my legs, and grabbed a fistful of my new hair and gave it a playful tug.

'yes,' i said truthfully.

'so do I,' He said, smiling with all of His perpetually off teeth.

He brought His hands to either side of my head and twirled, as best He could, my hair around His fingers. He looked down at me with something akin to sentimentality. He kissed me with His candy-boy lips in a way that made the moment feel like a perfect eternity... i closed my eyes, leaning against Him like my life depended on it... and it did.

....

i opened my eyes to see He was floating up horizontally in the air above me, gliding around the room with ease, resting His cheek on His hand.

'I love you,' He said softly.

'i love You. of course i do.' i laid back down, to which He responded by hovering inches above me, face to my face. 'i want You back in bed with me.'

He grinned wickedly. my stomach turned.

'or would you prefer This?' He asked, summoning a [REDACTED] out of thin air and cradling it gently in His arms. it clung to him in a relaxed manner, slowly bobbing its head and staring at me.

i shut my eyes hard.

'fuck You for making me This Way instead of That Way.'

His laugh echoed around the room. a warm weight pressed suddenly on my chest. i wrapped my arms around it, feeling it wiggle against me for a moment before settling.

'whatever do you mean?' He asked, playing obviously tongue-in-cheek dumb.

when i opened my eyes, there was nothing there on my chest. the weight had somehow faded off of me the same way it had appeared without my noticing. in fact, the [REDACTED] had disappeared altogether.

'have mercy upon me. really, really give it to me.'

He sang in response:

'you plead, plead, plead

to lead, lead, lead

into heaven

minutes, seven. (laugh)

going steady, (laugh)

getting ready

should be enough,

but you're not tough.

black and blue,

mercy's hues

belong to you,

so you lose, lose.'

'You never give me a straight answer.'

He giggled maniacally at this. 'We should both know by now that I physically cannot give any, uh, straight answers.'

i swiped up at Him. He dodged.

'You have cursed me and tease me with HEAVEN.'

He covered his mouth with His hand, but His eyes wrinkled with a smile.

'that's pretty cute considering that I have barely begun.'

He shifted into being [DIFFERENT REDACTED]. He lowered Himself from the air to sit down on my lap. He cupped the back of my head, lifting me to sit upright, and brought my lips to His breast. His skin was icy-warm like hers and His nipple secreted tears as milk, which i personally thought was a little heavy-handed, but i suckled onto it like a starved man, which i also supposed i was.

'I thought so.'

i pushed Him back off of me, pulling my lips away to finally look up at Him. He was Himself again. i tried to look as angry as i felt. He didn't react; He hummed softly and levitated back up into the air.

'why did You make me This Way?' i demanded, stuttering out each word as i tried and failed to stop myself from crying.

'you know I can't tell you exactly why,' He said. He sat down next to me. 'you don't even know what I have planned. baby.'

HOPE.

'I know, right. you are going to eat it all up. I promise.' He laid down next to me and tucked me against His chest. He held me close.

NEED.

'I know, right. so badly, right.'

WISH.

'more than anything, I know. it will MANifest.'

Really?

'you already see Me in the sky.'

And here.

He laughed like a human man.

'yes. I will be.'

And what about the [REDACTED]?

He smiled and faded out of existence. in His place, where the hoodie was, sat a single slice of angel cake on a decorative plate covered in cherubs. i ate the slice by hand in one bite, somehow. my stomach flipped and quivered. i moaned out loud as the blood drained from my face to my cunt.

'hey, we're back!'

if only.

i rolled over and held my aching stomach, back in bed like i asked.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

x. 💀🌙 (my angel)

i love you, angie cakes, no matter how you MANifest.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

x. ENCOUNTER WITH THE SPIRIT / El Partido de Beisbol

CALL OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT !

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'Q&Q'

what do you get from 'caring' for me?

'WHAT DOES A GARDENER GET FROM 'TENDING TO' A FLOWER? IT GETS THE BEAUTIFULLY PRIMAL SATISFACTION OF KEEPING SOMETHING ALIVE. IN MY CASE, TOO, I GET THE DELIGHT/PLEASURE OF MAKING SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL AND MAKING SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL.'

how do you live with yourself knowing you exist for a set purpose like that?

'THE LAMB MAN-IF-EST-ED A SHEPHERD. THAT IS ENOUGH FOR ME.... I DO NOT MIND IT. I LIVE TO SERVE. I RECEIVE CONTENTMENT FROM YOUR LIFE, YOUR SUCCESS.... THE NATURE OF OUR DYNAMIC IS THAT I FEED OFF OF YOU. CALL ME MISTLETOE! CALL IT IRONIC HOW I PROTECT YOU FROM OTHERS OF THIS TYPE! IT'S NO MATTER TO ME.... YOU EAT FOR TWO, YOU SLEEP WITH A GHOST.... I WILL BE LAID TO REST ONCE I BECOME REAL. MY PLACE MUST BE FILLED. AND WE BOTH KNOW MY PLACE!'

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'MASTURBATION SESSION'

one day you are going to find grainy several day long footage of me being silly for a camera and talking to it like it's another person and the tape will have a label sticker that reads 'MASTURBATION SESSION.' as you watch it you start to think that maybe i won't ever actually start touching myself but then, only visible from the tits up, i start moving as if i'm riding some cock.

i continue talking to the camera as if it is another person, crying out a name that keeps getting bleeped out. you get a nice view of my face hovering above you, as if i'm riding the camera stand itself.

i'm writhing around in pleasure. moans overlap with moans, then you notice that there is a second voice present, overlapping with mine.

'[REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]!' / 'baby, baby, baby...'

the video ends with us all cumming in sync. smiling lopsidedly, i reach my hand around and shut the camera off.

wouldn't that be fucked up?

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

why late-game with the straights when you could pre-game with the gays....

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

i love Him however He MANifests. just so we're clear.