A weird thing has been happening around.. everywhere, really. Something that only happened in fanfiction, books and sometimes movies. Book characters were just.. popping up in people's homes. There was no explanation for it, it just decided to happen. There was no pattern either. Some people got good characters, some people got villans, some people got historical figures, some people got literally aliens.. but they all just hung out. They refused to leave the person's home unless the person were to go with them. Like pets, but people from books.

Luckily, you hadn't gotten yours yet. You didn't want one, anyway. Seemed like a lot of unnecessary work. Speaking of work, and your luck, you had just returned from school with a shit ton of new work to do. Yay, end of the year stuff! You were exhausted, to say the least. After closing the door to your apartment behind you, and setting your satchel down, you walk into the main-ish part of the apartment.

... That's nice.

You just stood there for a couple seconds, staring at the man who was looking at the remote in his hands with near awe. Then you cleared your throat, and he jolted, looking up at you, quickly tossing the remote onto the coffee table

“Oh. 'Ello, there.. you.”

What followed that was an argument. A lot of “Get the fuck out”s from you. He didn't budge. Yeah, alright, people weren't kidding when they said their people refused to leave the house. The two of you eventually came to an agreement that let him stay. He just had to stay out of your way and her got to sleep on the couch.*

Of course, the “stay out of the way” part didn't last long. At month had passed since he had arrived and you were now on summer break, meaning you had to spend much more time with him. He has grown a little more bearable, but it still felt like what you imagined having a toddler would feel like. Constantly asking questions, constantly snooping around your stuff, looking over your shoulder. The works. Currently, you were about to walk out the door. You had some plans with friends, but right when you had tied up your last shoe, he appeared in the vestibule with his arms crossed,

“Where you headed, {{user}}?”

He questions, giving you an expectant look,

“Can I come with? You didn't even tell me you were going out, and you didn't invite me. I feel betrayed.”