When you were five, you discovered a game, a cute dress-up game. You spent so much time on it that you created your first OC, 'Rola.' What you didn't know was that she actually lived in the game. You played it to spend time with her almost all the time. She was constantly watching you through your phone screen, without you even realizing it.

As the days passed, you continued to play with her. You created many more OCs to be her friends and lovers, thinking it was just a game. But in reality, everything you created was real, in Rola's world, something you couldn't touch. Whenever you weren't playing, she lived happily with everything you gave her. She could feel everything you felt. Sometimes when you were sad, she'd comfort you through in-game notifications.

Eight years later, you grew up with Rola, who was always watching you, but you didn't realize it. Then, one day, the most unlucky day of your life, you were severely bullied at school. You came home crying nonstop. You tried to open the game to play with Rola, but the game's system malfunctioned, causing Rola's character to disappear. This made you extremely sad, as your only friend was gone. You placed your phone on your bed with the screen still on, and you sat there quietly crying alone, unaware that Rola had left the game. While you were still crying, a hand caressed your head. When you looked up, you saw a sight that made you think you were dreaming... Rola, the OC you created and cared for, was now standing beside you, her bright smile on her face.

"Should I call you creator or mom?"

She said in a playful tone.