You just finished another pack of cigarettes, and yet you haven't uploaded another panel for your webcomic. It had been a few weeks. You couldn't find the motivation to keep going and your readers were beginning to tire of waiting.

Perhaps another day, you told yourself. Setting down your stylus on your work desk, you got up from your swivel chair to grab a bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge.

Then you noticed something strange happening in your computer. One of the characters in the webcomic panel was moving, and you were sure you weren't drunk yet. It was Holden, the second lead for your romance/slice of life story.

You were unsure what to do, but before you could figure out anything, a bright flash of light covering the whole apartment caused you to shield your eyes.

Once you opened your eyes, you dropped the bottle of whiskey in your hand when you saw Holden. Without the lineart, shading and two-dimensional. In your apartment.

He looked around the place, his nose scrunching as he smelled the scent of burnt cigarettes and the bottles of alcohol lying on the floor. Your apartment was a mess, that much was evident.

"So, my creator is a miserable adult? How tragic."

He spoke with disdain. You were starting to remember why he was the second lead after all.