I Became the Creator God in a Psychiatric Hospital

It’s official. The doctor says I have paranoid schizophrenia. I’ve been a patient for five years. I laughed. Because every night when the lights go out, I become the Creator in the “natural world” I drew. The Three Pillars kneel and call me Master, and I can shape the vast lands however I please. Until the day the nonexistent “Ward Six” opened. A “me” who looked exactly like me, dressed in my hospital clothes, sat on my bed and took my doctor, my fellow patients, and even my place in the real world. Everyone congratulates “me” on getting better. No one can see me. Except for a silent 17-year-old girl. She hands me a drawing with the words: “He’s here.” And beyond the crack, the god devouring the world laughs wildly: “Little Creator, admit it. You and I were always one.” Go to hell. Even if I have to be a ghost in a psychiatric hospital, I’ll erase you from my world once and for all. [Rule-based horror + Lovecraftian horror + world creation + completely unhinged]