He was just a drawing, a little character sketch his Creator drew for fun, to be his picture for the world see. He felt fierce pride though, as he was the representation of ChaoticMonki, his only face to the outside world. He was the one his Creator chose to represent him, and that made him so happy.
He was called the Sup-Guy by most, and he loved his Creator so much. His Creator didn't even know that Sup was alive, anything more than a little gif that was now his face. But that didn't deter the Sup-Guy, he still loved his Creator with all his little, drawn and pixeled heart.
Not in a romantic way mind you, but rather as a child would adore its father. Sup-Guy would do anything for his father, anything to make him happy. Anything that Sup could do to make Cry happy, he would do it. And some viewers helped him do that.
They made games featuring him, made pictures and stories. Sup-Guy was happy about this, as it allowed more people to know about his Creator, and more things to make his Creator happy. That's all Sup-Guy wanted, for Cry to be happy. Because Sup loved Cry, and wanted to make him so happy.
Some people would try and make Cry sad though, by making mean images, stories that lie, and reviews that were horribly cruel. That made him angry; why couldn't the world see that his Creator was wonderful? Sup couldn't let people make fun of his Creator, so he would take care of them. They were bad people, those people.
One particular viewer had posted a review that was so hurtful. Sup didn't know how Cry would react to it, so he quickly had it taken down by the viewers who he influenced. But Sup was angry; how could someone say such mean things? Climbing through the internet to the IP address of the reviewer, Sup growled low in his little plump body. He hated people who made fun of his Creator; all people should love his Creator like Sup did. Stopping inside the background of the computer, which was a battle scene from some game, Sup watched the room outside the computer.
He watched as the bad person walked around the room, doing mundane things that would mean nothing in real life. The room was filthy, covered in dirty clothing and trash. Sup would have gagged, had he had the ability. It disgusted him that the boy could live like this; it was so far from what his Creator lived like. His Creator lived cleanly, never leaving trash around and if he did he always picked it up later.
Sup noticed magazines laying across the floor, horrible images of women in them. Sup was not new to the sight, as he did live in the internet, but it never ceased to disgust him that people valued themselves so little. ChaoticMonki never lowered himself to a level where he would look at things like this, and if he did it was simply to speculate about it. This boy was nothing like his Creator. Other than the disgusting room and not being his Creator, the boy looked nice and normal, but Sup knew he wasn't.
That boy said horrible things about his Creator on a place that people could see and Sup couldn't have that. Even if it had been private, Sup wouldn't have allowed; everyone should love his Creator like he did. As the boy turned away from the computer, Sup wriggled out of the screen. The boundary between the computer world and the world outside bulged as he forced his way through. Nothing silly like the Fourth Wall was going to stop his mission to avenge his Creator.
Sup's little stubby legs quickly righted him, (which Sup found a little hard as he had no arms, but he loved how he was because that was how his Creator made him and everything his Creator made was perfect to Sup) and he watched as the boy turned back to the computer.
"Where did this come from?" The boy wondered his thoughts aloud, walking over to his desk. The boy looked confused, even going as far as to pick Sup up. He thought Sup was a 'Cry doll', a name which Sup approved of greatly for his imitations. But Sup didn't approve of the boy, especially when the boy picked up a permanent marker to draw on him. The nerve of this boy was unbelievable; it was the boy bringing the marker up to his face that made Sup make up his mind. This boy was bad.
Shaking his body fast, Sup leapt from the hand the boy was holding him in. Biting his sharp little teeth down in the boy's throat, he wriggled his little body and ripped out a good chunk of skin. Landing next to the desk, Sup swallowed the flesh and smiled. Jumping up the desk, he landed next to the computer. The screen rippled and stretched towards Sup, beckoning him back into the world of computers and dreams.
The boy's blood rocketed out of his throat, splattering against the computer screen and across Sup's little, grinning face. Weak whimpers and gurgles marking the boy's last moments were almost as sweet as hearing ChaoticMonki talking about him to Sup. Sup couldn't resist a few more bites out of the boy as he slumped to the floor, hand clenching in an attempt to grab onto something.
Sup took a moment to watch the boy die, satisfied with his work for his Creator. Slipping back into the computer and into the internet, Sup was quick to head over to DeviantArt.
He had to make sure no one was making trouble for his Creator over there too. He hated people who made trouble for ChaoticMonki. They were bad people.
And bad people should die, just like the people did in the games his Creator would play. Sup would be his Creators HERO, and would make sure no one would hurt his Creator. Ever. Because that's what HEROs do, they keep the one thing that's most important in their life safe.
AN: All references to how ChaoticMonki lives, how he spends his free time or any other to his real life are complete speculation. Just saying.