But first, I had to fix a crucial issue in my wishing powers. Whatever I wished for, it tried to fulfill it word-to-word, and often didn't bring the desired outcome. And there was only one person responsible for this.

The one beyond the 4th wall. It was time to meet my author again.

I wished to break the 4th wall.

Author: Hey there, Carl buddy, how's it going? All's good right?

Carl Trent: Appear before me, I don't want to talk to empty walls.

Author: You wish for it?

Carl Trent: My powers don't work on you, do they? Its your choice, and my request.

The author appears out of thin air on Carl Trent's sofa, a young/new adult of medium height, clad in blue jeans and his favorite black Adidas jacket. A slight stubble grew on his face, not enough to call it a beard. An unruly mustache plastered itself above his lips. His hair was uncombed, and his unkempt appearance was indicative of a lack of and a desire for sleep. He was much younger than Carl Trent.

Carl Trent: So, you are the creator of my universe.

Author: Yup, that's about it. I hope I wrote down my appearance well, or else I'll look like someone else lol.

Carl Trent: What shall I call you?

Author: MEGAMAMMU

For a second, Carl Trent was bewildered, as if he had heard something wrong. Then he spluttered and laughed.

Carl Trent: Megamammu? That's your name??

Author: Not really, its my alias on wattpad.

Carl Trent: Wattpad? What pad are you talking about?

Author: Its a site for...look forget that. Why did you call me? You know that readers don't like 4th wall-breaking, as it is unnatural. It doesn't work well always. I am ruining my work for you, and we are chitchating as if we got all the time in the world.

Carl Trent: But we do, or at least, I do. By the way, since you created my universe, you must be immortal or something, right?

Author: No, I have just turned 18.

Carl Trent: The creator of my universe is a young teenagerish boy...

Author: So what?

Carl Trent: Whatever, I wanted to tell you to stop finding ways to backfire my wishes. You always use loopholes in my wording to not grant my wish the way I wanted it.

Author: Yeah, and I won't stop doing that either. No can do.

Carl Trent: Why not?

Author: It makes thing quirky. I don't want to hand you everything on a silver spoon. You must face at least some difficulties, there ought to be some fun in that.

Carl Trent: No, its just plain annoying.

Author: Whatever, I won't do anything about it.

Carl Trent: You won't?

Author: Nope. 

Author (pause): I have made you the wishmonger, you ought to be grateful for that. Many authors, they would have left you as the boring clerk itself for your entire life. Or worse, put you through things called conflict and plot, and make you face villains and antagonists. Or just put you through the pointless romance thing, even when everyone knows humans are too selfish or self-loving for real love to exist. I, I have made your life a party, and yet you just ask for more.

Carl Trent: Okay, look, I am sorry.

Author: Oh and by the way, you are a disappointment. 

Carl Trent: Excuse me?!

Author: I made the universe to be on your command, and what do you do? You first waste time partying in Vegas, though I approve of that as I would have done the same, then you become a celeb but make nothing out of it, then you come back and hibernate in your old house?! What god-like being does that?

Carl Trent: I never wanted to be a God.

Author: You wished for all your wishes to come true. And now, you don't even have any wishes.

Carl Trent: You can't judge my wishes. I wish for what I want to wish for. Besides, you left me as an ambitionless clerk for so long, what do you expect? That all of a sudden I'll see the world shining bright, ripe and full of opportunities and possibilities, and jump into action? No can do from me too.

Author: But don't you see, IT IS!!! FOR YOU! You have the power to wish for anything in the world! Anything at all!!!

Carl Trent: But what can I do if I don't want anything more from the world?! I am happy with my red bull and netflix. Besides, I don't even have anyone to live for, and I don't want to live for anyone else either.

Author: You want a companion? Of equal stats to you? Steering this into romance too, eh? Alas, I guess I couldn't create a unique story after all...

Carl Trent: No, its not that. I don't want any lover or whatever, especially not equal to me in my powers.

Author: But you couldn't date others because they were superpowerless, couldn't you?

Carl Trent: Yes, and if they are as powerful as me, it would just be a race to who wishes to destroy the other first.

Author: You are paranoid.

Carl Trent: So it may be, but I don't want anyone else to have my powers.

Author: What if I make you indestructible?

Carl Trent: Then they can wish for me to destructible. Whatever you do, there's a loophole. You know that. I learnt that from you.

Author: Yes, that's true. 

Author: I liked that you became a king of the medieval times. That was sub-par with my expectations. Seriously though, I thought you will be more interesting and have more wishes.

Carl Trent: Well, you created me, so probably you are the one who is uninteresting, not me.

Carl Trent: I was wanting to wish to be a woman.

Author: Yeah, I cut that out, I wouldn't be able to write it yet. And it would be creepy too.

Carl Trent: You say I am a God, then gender, race, skin, all of that ought to be nothing for me.

Author: Whatever, I think I gave you too much powers after all.

Carl Trent: Exactly!

Author: An open world is well, far too open. You have full autonomy, you have complete mastery, but you have no purpose. Because the universe is your sandbox playground, it has no meaning for you, and you are afraid and loathe of changing it.

Carl Trent: I won't get anything by making an utopia. And even if I do, even if I become a so-called God, then what? What am I supposed to do, and what for?

Author: Entertain the readers.

Carl Trent: I am not a joker or a comedian.

Author: Listen, Carl Trent, I am no longer going to write this story, that's why I agreed to have a last talk for you.

Carl Trent: What does that mean?

Author: That means I am putting this story in the realms of imagination, and perhaps you would progress on autopilot on the most-likely paths for you, or perhaps time will freeze forever, I don't know. You see, just like you get nothing out of this world, I get nothing out of making this story go on now. Yes, it made me happy and entertained me and others, but that's about it. I am done, I have got homework to do.

Carl Trent laughed hysterically.

Carl Trent: The creator of my universe has abandoned us for doing his homework. How cliche.

Author: Whatever, sometimes I feel my world has been abandoned like that too. The people with religion may disagree, but the fact is that its been more than a 1000 years since divine intervention. Sometimes I feel deistic, sometimes atheistic, other times confused like an agnostic. And yet sometimes wanting to believe but being unable to. You ought to feel that uncertainty about your universe too, serves you right.

Carl Trent: And you are going to leave us all to our fate, leaving the world to go about its own way, to greatness or to oblivion.

Author: Yes. Just like you.

Carl Trent: You want me to save my world?

Author: No, but I refuse to save your world, when you can do it yourself.

Carl Trent: Fair enough.

Author: Guess it's goodbye now. I won't be able to break the 4th wall, and meet and talk to you again. We both must go our own ways.

Carl Trent: Wait.

Carl Trent walked up to me, and squeezed my shoulder. We then bro-fisted and shook hands.

Carl Trent: You are young, but your soul seems old and wise. You have to face a lot of troubles, especially from the inside. Whatever happens, never doubt on yourself, on your goodness. Because despite the things you may do, I know that you are a good man.

Author: Whaaatt??? Why do you say this?? You don't even know me.

Carl Trent: No, but I wished to.

Author: Damn you Trent. Going through my loopholes, I see. Nice one. You have learnt.

Carl Trent: Farewell, creator. May you succeed in your life, despite having no wishing powers.

Author: Farewell, Wishmonger. May you wish for great things once again, some day.