I feel... funny. The first thing I knew was, I was on paper... then the next thing, I wasn't. I see some sparkley thingys, and then i'm.. coming off the paper. I blink, using my new eyes, and look around at my surroundings. I see.. a bed, a dresser.. A chair and a desk full of.. stuff. Thats when I hear the door open with my new ears. I turn around and see you, my painter.. maker, person. You look up and see me, and shriek, causing me to jump back in surprise. What will happen next? (Continue)
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