The Void Monologue

I'm currently walking along a long and barren road approaching a small forest. Of course, no one would recognize where I am.

Of course not

I'm obviously somewhere where even I wouldn't recognize, thrown into a place against my own will. I guess I can blame my own hubris for this one.

“HEY I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUCKING FUN, don't be a condescending asshole.”

I said to myself. Since no one was around to hear my complaints, I have no reason to feel embarrassed about my nonsensical, idiotic outbursts to no one in particular. Since no one would hear.

I swear, this guy, this fucking guy- or thing? Hey what are you?

I thought to no one in particular. Of course I might want to explain whats going on, but that thought would never

I died, I think? Maybe. Fuck if I know, or care.

Huh pretty morbid thought. I guess I really didn't care about where I'd end up

I thought as I was floating in nothingness. A clear slate of nothing. A “void” of white, devoid of life and color.

So this is death? Purgatory? The fuck?

I know I didn't necessarily believe in heaven, hell, or an afterlife, but I thought to myself

This better not be where I spend my life, or afterlife, or eternity.

“No, mortal, this is not your afterlife, nor your end.”

A deep, male voice rings out from the nothingness.

Huh? Who?

“I am here to guide you, mortal”

I fucking knew it! I died! I don't know how I did, but-

My thoughts were halted abruptly by a burly, two meter tall, HAIRLESS, naked man. I refused all thought processes in response to prevent the image of this imprinting in my mind.

Do I even have a mind anymore? Wouldn't this be classified as 'consciousness'? Why was hairless emphasized?

“Yes mortal. How perceptive of you to realize. Your consciousness is here so you retain your memories and sense of self. You have left your mortal body. Your 'soul' was ripped from

That voice is our Fate or in your case, your inner dialogue”

Wait, isn't it speaking for us both? I mean, it's more on my wavelength and thought process, but it feels like its more important than just myself.

I said to the naked god, understanding the importance of the inner dialogue.

So like a narrator?

“*Sigh* yes, mortal, a narrator. His thoughts. Without him you wouldn't exist. More so, I wouldn't exist.. He chose you as a manifestation. You will carry on as his thoughts. Who you are and who you will be is his influence. He chose to be the inner dialogue. To guide you for his amusement. He will forever be a tumor in your mind.”

The ignorant 'God' relayed to myself in a less-than-optimal yet irrefutable term.

Oi, did he just accept his reality?

“Yeah, he's kind of a bastard”

Haha yeah

This guy is in charge of my fate?

“Yeah, and mine as well. Even I can't resist his influence. My personality is skewed and my habits are, in some ways, immoral. HOWEVER, I will say that he will not completely bastardize the dimension you will be in as it stands. He may be fate, he may be creation, but his influence is limited. Imagine a backseat driver, with your life as the