Iāve had this fic idea that I really want to write but donāt have enough drive and itās honestly -
anyway look! : The title is pending
āDrista, I swear to Prime if you donāt stop right now Iāll-ā
āAw! Whatās wrong? Not āBig Manā enough to keep your end of the bet you lost?ā
He decided that maybe making a bet with Drista was not the best idea. But he didnāt think he would actually lose. They were betting to see if one of the Demiās was going to trip going up a set of stairs. However, they made conditions of losing much more extreme than any bet theyāve ever made. So now, he has lost and has to face one of the scariest things heās ever done.
Live within his very creation.
āYouāre on.ā
And the last thing Tommy, God of Creation, heard, was the cackle of his only friend, Drista, the Goddess of Mischief, as she let him fall from the clouds into a world he built with the flick of his hand.
HOW WAS THIS?
GOD AU












