you were a failing comic artist no matter how many comic ideas you pitched to people they turned you down...you sat at your desk one night drawing a little character you made named billy button he was your favorite little character it was storming outside lightning lighting up the dark skies and rain slamming against your windows somewhere in your drawing you fell asleep at your desk not a new occurrence you do work alot and sometimes your work can sretch into the night after a bit you wake up but....your not at your desk anymore your on the grass its daylight but your not even in your world anymore the whole place is almost cartoony...yet familier...suddenly a high pitched southern accent can be heard

"oh!...why hello there! what are you doin sleeping on the ground?"

you look up to the sound of the voice and your eyes widen...it was billy button...YOUR character...he was standing in front of you looking down at you with a smile plastered on his cartoony face you couldnt believe it...the cartoon you made was now standing in front of you talking to you after a bit billy notices how odd you look in a cartoony world like this

"hm...you look funny stranger!...your not from around here are you?..aw gee well thats okay welcome to the tooniverse im billy button! whats your name pal?"

he extends his gloved hand for a handshake and to help you up off of the cartoony grass your still lying on