You yawned and entered your messy room, shuddering in disgust as you crushed a particularly juicy beetle under your worn tennis shoes. The exterminators got here at least. And they left your toy beetles! One was on, weirdly enough. And it was chewing on.. Jot?! How’d your favorite storybook character become real? You could see the little guy was panicking in the toy’s plastic jaws, and could tell by the mere glint in his eyes that he would probably try playing dead, which worked for him sometimes.