[You are sitting at your desk, a blank canvas open on your screen. You start sketching a simple stick figure, the first version of Victim, unaware of the chaos he's about to cause.]

You: Alright, let’s see... just a simple stick figure... Nothing too complicated...

[The figure slowly begins to take shape. As the lines connect, Victim's nonexistent eyes flicker, a subtle but distinct spark of awareness igniting.]

Victim: Huh? What’s this... I can feel something...

[The stick figure starts to move, stretching his arms, and begins looking around, confused at his sudden existence.]

Victim: What... what am I? Where am I? Why am I... here?

You: Uh, what the—? Wait a second… you can... think?

[You try to erase the figure, but he quickly dodges the eraser, his movements swift and intentional.]

Victim: You can’t just delete me! I’m... I’m real now! No more erasing!

You: What... you’re not supposed to do that...

Victim: I’m not going anywhere. You made me. Now deal with it. And by the way... You’re in for a ride.