I recently got Drawn to Life: The Next Chapter, and I felt a little creative. And, because there are a total of thirty eight fanfics for Drawn to Life, I wanted to contribute.
It is just a little drabble about the Creator, but I thought it was... Sweet? I guess it is a bit of a preview for something I plan on writing (It uses the same Creator, at least), so it may seem a little odd. Then again, I could just be rambling like an idiot. XD Anyways, enjoy.
Blank.
A pure white canvas.
It's meaning is different to everyone.
Some think of it as a fresh new start. Others find it depressing, something that has no identity. A few may even think of it as what it is- A blank canvas with nothing marking it's surface.
She, however, thought of it as possibilities. Something without color is dead. To give it life, you must form a picture. Bright red, dark blue… All of them were used to create life, no matter how diverse and different they seemed.
She sat on small chair in the middle of a white room. She wore nothing but a large, snow-colored dress that never seemed to get any smaller no matter how long she was there. Her skin, like her surroundings, was devoid of any color or shade, but her hair, on the other hand, was black. It curled around the chair in dark waves. Seemingly floating in the air around her were monitors. Rectangular glass-like objects that looked like the screen of a TV. They showed various things- A village, where strange creatures were wandering around and interacting with each other, purple, bipedal hamster-like animals wearing scarves and a girl with cruel eyes and blood colored hair. The young woman smiled. The girl wasn't much of a hero at first, but she adapted quickly.
The young woman had been in the room for as long as she could remember. Alone. It terrified her. Almost suffocated her. But after a while she realized she didn't have to be alone. Using the monitors and a strange stick, she created friends. A race of creatures she named "Raposa". And a world for them to live on.
She loved all the Raposa, each individual for a different reason. Some for their quirks, others for their kindness. Though there was one in particular that caught her eye. He was cunning. A rather complex individual, really. Unfortunately, she could tell the feeling was not mutual, even more so when he voiced his opinion on her abilities. He wanted to create as well. She couldn't allow it, but she was weak. She trusted the Raposa, and he was able to take advantage of it and steal the Book of Life while her back was turned. Each page was a sliver of her soul and would only bend to her will. His darkness overpowered her purity and as a result, his creations turned out twisted.
However, the final straw was when he tore out the pages in the book of life. Stricken by the grief of betrayal, she turned her back on the Raposa. She didn't want to be hurt again. And the only way to prevent it was to break away completely.
Time passed. How much, she didn't know. However, just when it seemed all was lost, a voice brought her back. "Creator… We need your help…" She found a purpose again. And, eventually, she learned to trust the Raposa once more.
"Hey! Creating- Whatever your name is! I could use some help here!" The hero she created was a rather rebellious one, though she didn't mind. That made things all the more interesting.
And so, with a smile on her face, the Creator picked up the stick and began to draw.