It was a typical day of drawing your beloved OC, Dax, when you realized something was… off. At first they were subtle changes; the twitch of the brow, the hair, and the eyes that definitely weren’t looking at you before. You try to refocus until suddenly… Crack.

A large hand forces its way out of the corner of your tablet, shattering the screen. A person coming out? You back away in horror as the figure emerges. Daxton, in all his glory, was standing right in front of you in your room.