When Paper Becomes Life
Dare: make a creature your character draws come to life
Note: Alexander and Alex are different, you'll get it when you keep reading.
Chapter 1
John was in his room drawing, like always. But today wasn't like always because something strange was about to happen...
Like usual, John had given up on doing his homework and began to draw his favorite thing to sketch, draw, or doodle: Alexander Hamilton. Though Alexander hadn't exactly noticed him yet, John loved to draw pictures of his fantasies with him. Right now he was drawing a portrait of Alexander smiling like he did when ever it was nice and warm outside. John had just finished shading in the last of the picture when a pale shimmering trail of glittering light crept into his room from a crack in the window. It snuck up the wall and snaked around the ceiling. John, at first, did not notice it at all, but then it crept down and brushed over his now completed picture of Alexander. The shimmer left the room as quickly as it had come but the picture was very different now.
Alex's fingers began to wiggle and soon he could move all of himself even though he was a drawing. John gasped, unable to say anything as his picture stretched and turned as if it had been sitting for a long time. As if this wasn't enough, Alex pushed himself up and the drawing stood a foot tall on top of John's paper.
"A- wha- how? I- wh-" John tried but was not able to articulate any words so simply stared as the magic continued to work though the drawing of Alex. The now three dimensional drawing started to grow and Alex hopped off of John's desk as he continued to grow. Finally he was almost as tall as John, nothing but the fact he was sketched made him any different from the true Alexander Hamilton now.
"Hey," Alex said and John screeched, luckily no one else was home.
"Y- you talk!?" John gasped
"Uh yeah, of course I do. Anything that comes to life talks, duh." The drawing of Alex said. "Look, just sit tight a sec and lemme explain." John took a deep breath and then let his drawing continue.
"There a kind of magic that comes to make the world better, that glittering light that came into your room was a bit of that magic. This isn't the 'I believe in fairies' kind of magic, in fact it's for those just managing to get by. No offense that is," Alex paused to make sure John wasn't taken a back. Though still a little puzzled, John smiled shaking his head and Alex continued. "Anyway, basically; the magic saw that you needed help so it took all your memories and fantasies of Alexander Hamilton and out them into me. The magic used your drawing as a physical being to put them in but other times folks don't get a physical thing; they just get a little voice in their head that embodies all memories and fantasies of someone. So in that way, you're pretty lucky. And just to keep things straight forward, I'm Alex and the real person you're crushing on is Alexander. So, now that I've explained all this can I go back to being your Alex?" Alex paused for an answer. John took a deep breath and let Alex's words sink in.
"Um, just two more questions?" John asked looking and Alex sweetly.
"Go for it."
"So, one. Are you like... solid? Like are you a ghost thing or something or what?" John blushed and how weird his question was.
"Good question! I'm solid to you and all objects but not other people, see?" Alex reached out and touched John, his skin felt real. Just like Alexander's (or at least like the few times John brushed hand with him...) but that made sense according to what Alex had told him.
"And my other question, can you do my homework for me?" John asked, excited.
"Unless you remember or imagine Alexander doing your homework, no."
"Aww. Well in that case I'd better finish this math hw myself."
