[Falconstar100]

Bronwyn jumped. “You know my name?”
“Of course.” Replied the creature casually. “I know everything.”
“Everything.” Repeated Dewey, obviously not impressed.
“Well, not here.” He admitted. “You can’t know everything when you’re like this- it just leaks out of your ears. It might push your sanity out first, if it was you or Bronwyn, but then, I’m not you. So I just left everything outside my head, and I take it in when I need it.”
“You can leave knowledge somewhere?”
“Of course. What an interesting question! I think the answer will leave you intrigued.” He stretched out a paw and gestured around. “It’s lying around just where I left it. Do you like this world? It can be a bit untidy, I know, but that’s me...”
“Okay, okay, okay.” Cut in Dewey. “I have seen a swan turn into a human. Okay. I fought a wolf. Pretty awesome, and more believable than the last one. I spent last night in a giant magical tree! With rainbows in it! Still more believable than what you’re trying to sell. That you made the universe.”
“Had a bit of help with a few constellations,” He muttered bashfully. “But the majority is mine.”
“I can’t do this.” Dewey turned to Bronwyn and shook his head. “There’s magic and then there’s insane. And I don’t think a god would look like a scruffy fox on a diet.”
“I told you,” Said the creature patiently. “I once was not like this. I left my knowledge around after I took this form. Because I like it.”
“So...” Asked Bronwyn. “You are a god?”
“Cyb.”
“What?” Like... like in..?
“Cyb.” He repeated. “Former omnipotent world-former, now a part-time universal-tweaker; at your service.” He rose up on his hind legs and performed a bow. “You can call me Wild.”


This is Wild the Cyb, from my original story D.N.t.D.