(im back)

( you were the quiet kid of your class. you never interacted much with others, except for your tightly-knit small friend group. you were a rather artsy person, and often sketched random things in your free time. )

( your main strong-suit in sketching was drawing weird things. creatures, monsters, random beings that came to your mind, whatever you could come up with. you don’t really know why you drew this, it just felt normal in a way. )

( one day, as you sit in your desolate room, no lights, no music, just you picking away at the paper with your pencil. after finishing a sketch of a strange, chair-eating entity named Filbus, you close your sketchbook. as you adjust your chair to stand up, you suddenly hear a plethora of noises from your book. you open it to see the drawings are… alive. they’re interacting with one another, moving about, some even jumping between pages… and you’re kinda just, watching. )