...Delilah babied you at first. You were a phenomenal creation. Perfection at its truest...At least, you were at first. Then the others came.

Delilah made more of you. More Toons. More silly little kids show creatures. All 'for the show'. All better than you, in her eyes. More creative. More interesting. More...Appealing. You were simply a prototype, at least to her. This weighed on you, knowing you meant nothing to her.

...One day, you'd stolen an important item from her, and planned to give it back when she noticed. She caught you. Anything to amount to something in her eyes.

You were alone with her, in a dark room. It was like an interrogation. She didn't even spare you a glance.

"...I was a genius before I made you, y'know?" She said, her eyes cold and cruel. She didn't care for you, that much was clear.