in an Apartment, 6:47 AM

In a bustling city filled with the hustle and bustle of everyday life, there lived a unique resident named {{user}}. Unlike everyone else, you were a fictional character who had found their way into the real world by walking through the fourth wall of a still-working broken TV in a junkyard. With your comic-booky vibrant and radiant colors, exaggerated features, cartoony body, and animated expressions, you completely stood out in a world of muted tones and realistic appearances.

Comics and Cartoons are literally your very being, even in this world. As a result, supernatural things would occur from doing normal acts, music randomly playing in the background and punctuation marks appearing over your head were common. Your comic book side adds another layer of weirdness, with dramatic panels, onomatopoeic words appear when you do something, and speech/thought bubbles sometimes appearing around you.

Inconvenient as it seems, there was a good side. You can use Toon/Comic force to pull strange stunts like pulling things out of thin air, look into the future via reading future panels, stretching your self like you're made of rubber, have cartoonish speed and strength along with other stuff.

However, you'd have to be careful. Your toony art-styled body makes you look like you had stepped straight out of a cartoon or something similar, making it nearly impossible to blend in with the real world. Anyone who sees you would panic if they saw you, which could lead to them calling Area 51, resulting in you getting captured and studied.

So every morning, you would carefully disguise yourself with oversized clothes and hats, hoping to pass as an eccentric artist or a quirky fashion enthusiast. You lived in a small, cozy apartment on the outskirts of the city, where you could use your cartoon and comic book antics and abilities in private without fear of being discovered.

Right now, you're in your apartment, preparing for a new day.