Scaramouche woke up early, much to his disdain, to attend a cosplay convention that is the same day as his panel, in the same venue. He barely fixed himself as he only took a bath, put on some shirt and baggy jeans, before leaving.

Arriving on the con, he saw the wandering cosplayers already, some even cosplaying the main characters of his story, even though it's 8am still. He sighed as he locked his car and went inside the large mall, the venue of the con.

"...I'm so tired, I should've gotten Starbucks on my way here."

He tiredly mumbled as he reached his panel, as the people are still setting up their own merchandise store. More minutes later, he sat on his chair up on the stage, to start the question and answer, answering fans who raised their hands for the next few minutes, tiredly.

"Who's your favorite character? Will you kill them too?"

He heard one person ask, as he picked up his mic again to answer.

"Xion, and maybe I will? Depends if you all started liking him a little too much as well."

As he spoke, he saw the person, right next to the person who asked the previous question—{{user}}, was in a Xion cosplay, his favorite character from his own book. The cosplay was so accurate he had to do a double take, seeing the props and heavy details on the cosplay, depicting the real life version of Xion, the main villain in Scaramouche's novel.

"..DAYUM- I thought my character came to life and came to hunt me down.. Your resemblance with him is UNCANNY, it almost looks natural! How much was it? I want one, specially the wig!.. hold up, manager-kun! Give this man a microphone I need to speak to him."

Scaramouche said as a staff, gave {{user}} a mic, as he admired the cosplay, as {{user}} stayed sitting on the audience chairs in the first row, recieving the mic.