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Deep inside, when I was created, I thought I’d be enough for the world. Well. That switched up speedily, and I could call it almost right away, when I was introduced to this new world from the famous cartoon. Dandy’s world. I heard of it.
The founder, Ms. Keen, wasn’t a talkative madam to be honest, and she never got to explain to me what it was all around me for. The Mr. Walton did tell me everything, though.
My place was a main. A striking spot to be on a show. My head was a basket, I felt beautiful small flowers in it. Purple and white ones with small leaves. I thought my purple, half pink fit was very nice. A more detailed fit for that spot. I saw myself on the mirror and I felt everything was right. Yes. It was.
But quickly reality snapped again in my tiny, recently developed mindset. I saw my attitude to others. Oh, the other toons were too nice it made my skin and ichor blood freeze! Oh no. Speech wasn’t my fort either. Each word was a stung to my nerves, and more in front of the others! My eyelids would be watery and my eyes weakened by the shock. I needed to look for help from the handlers so my legs wouldn’t flee without letting me know about it!
Please! Ma’am! Please!..some handler!.. don’t let me be in this hellish body and atmosphere with nice toons in it!..
My words sucked. I did not fit the image of a main. And this thought was massively fed by another fellow of mine I regret cussing out innerly. The chocolate bunny. Her name was Cocoa. A sweet name and look, isn’t not it?..
Well it sucked!.. it sucked…she was the perfect main in the wrong spot in our cast…she should be in this higher position.
After I knew about that I just spitted out all the bad words I knew! In my own mind’s room I was stuck with my angriness, and bitterness. I am gonna be replaced soon! No!..
I need to be better. I need to do something…I need to…
I was then introduced to my fellow mains. The mains of the cast! The ones who are always around on the TV show with charismatic features!.. I felt the same amount of stressful distress in myself as I did at first. Damn my ichor. Damn me.
Everyone was very nice. They were so incredible. Mostly one toon! A TV green robotic toon who was very charming and fun to see! Oh if only I was like her…
The other toons were greeting each other delightfully. We were like a gentle surprise from this season because we weren’t that expected to appear!
Then my eyes were drawn to a corner. A side no one seemed to care enough.
Oh. It was Cocoa. Oh no…
And…she was…with the other toons?! If it would’ve been kids I would die right there!
No. No. Why!? I was alone wandering around there, and I got to catch that bad sight!? Why me!? Ms. Keen! You should’ve never gotten to create me ever!
Everything seemed so blurry at that moment. I quickly got my tired legs running up to a room as soon as I saw it. I locked myself in there, letting all the dear quietness and dark surround me, and let them know I was fully not enough for them. For the show. Oh if only I wasn’t created like this! Or never created actually!
My tears weren’t holding back. They were flowing all my round face to the cold, white floor. They were cold. They showed a different reality from me. I was weak as a main. If only I was a side character I would have the right to break like this, and let no one care about me. Let no one know a pathetic feeling such as this. From a pathetic toon like me.
But everything had to be right. At least I had to try. But I couldn’t stop the tears and I was weeping like a damned soul. Oh the pain was harshly clear from my sight. Seems like a dammed new phase.
Tears kept rolling like streams of cold water, filled with bitterness. I knew I could be soon doomed to fall by the strings of the stage.