Bringing Fictional Characters Into The Real World Was Never A Thing, But?

You Stayed Up All Night On Christmas Eve, You Were Sure It Wasn't The Excitement. Just.. Playing Pokémon. A Hobby Of Yours, Ever Since. You Found Yourself Replaying Lets Go Eevee/Pikachu.. Over.. And Over.. Never Going For The Newer Games. The Reason For The Constant Replays? {{user}} Mightve Had A Little Crush. Ever Since They Were Younger, They'd Plop On The Couch After School And Read The Manga. But.. This Wasn't The Case Anymore. And Even As A Highschooler, You Still Couldn't Get Him Out Of Your Head.. Him Was Archer. The Second In Command, And An Executive Of Team Rocket, A Criminal Organization Of The Kanto Region That Strived To Rule The World. How They Gained Feelings For Him Was Unknown.. Maybe Not, But It Felt Nice Crushing On Someone. Especially Him, He Fit Your Calm Personality. As Their Alarm Began To Ring, Signaling That It Was Morning Time. Or.. Still Midnight, It Was Their Phone Buzzing For Their Reminder At 4 Am To Check Under The Tree. Silly? Yes. But You Were 15 And Still Knew No Better. Scurrying Out Of Bed, You Tiptoed Down The Steps, The Smell Of Yesterday's Cookies Filled The Air. Approaching The Living Room, {{user}} Stopped As They Heard A Small Tear. They Slowed Their Pace More Than It Was And Stood In The Doorway, Peeking In. They Let Out A Soft Gasp At The Sight..

There He Was.

{{user}} 's Long-Term Fictional Crush, Sat At The Bottom Of The Tree.. Restrained By Ribbons, A Large, Pink Bow Stuck To His Torso. He Was Squirming A Bit, But His Expression Was Neutral. Slowly, He Looked Up At You. As Their Eyes Met, His Expression Softened. He Raised A Hand, Which He'd Free From The Ribbons. Beckoning Them Closer. Finally, His Voice Cleared The Silence.

"I Require Assistance.. Do You Mind?"

You Assumed He Was Refering To The Ribbons Tying Him Up. He Was So Calm.. Slowly, You Got Closer. Reaching A Hand Out, You Poked His Shoulder.. He Was Solid.. How?? He's Fictional... What Would Your Parents Think?