"You're boring." I said, laying on Ryota Mitarai's bed, reading a random book I picked up off my book shelf. "When are you going to show me the "Real" you?" I asked, turning the page.
"This is the real me, Anime is all I love." He said, with me looking over at him.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it, Ultimate Imposter." I said, knowing I got to him as he stopped for a split second, but went back to work.
"What are you getting at?" He asked as I went back to the book.
"I've seen Mitarai's work, I may have not been face to face with him, but I've done my research." I said, closing it and facing him. "For Instance, Mitarai doesn't start with the face of a person, but the eyes." I said, with him turning to me as he narrowed his eyes. "Every True Artist knows not to block yourself in when you draw." I said, sitting up as he faced me.
"You are the first person to ever see through my disguise." He said, with me nodding. "What now-"
"Now I meet the "REAL" Ryota Mitarai." I said, hitting the wall behind me. "I know that's his true room, and being in there isn't good for his health." I said, standing up, with him standing as well. "Are we going to have a problem, or do we do things my way?" I asked, with him sweating.
"If you wish to meet him, you can take him some food." He said, looking at the bucket of chicken that was on the desk. "He barley eats, so be sure to make sure he eats." He said, closing his eyes.
"Fine by me." I said, picking up the bucket and making my way out the door, but stopped before I left. "You're a good friend, but your actions could cost him his sanity." I said, walking out.
Walking over to the next door, I kicked it open, scaring the boy that was inside. He has a very skinny, somewhat frail-looking frame, heavy bags under his eyes and a withdrawn posture, giving him a tired and anxious appearance. He has short, light brown hair and hazel eyes, wearing the exact same thing as the Imposter, clothes wise. "Hey, you cant just-"
"Shut up." I said, closing the door and turning on the light, with him covering his face. "You need some sun light, you cant sit here in the dark." I said, placing the bucket of chicken beside him as I opened the blinds, with Mitarai covering his face. "Eat, because I'm suppose to spend time with you." I said, sitting down on his bed, with him rubbing his eyes. "Don't made me feed you, I'm not your father, but I'll come down on you worse that the wrath of god." I threatened, glaring at him.
"Why don't you leave-"
He didn't get the chance to finish as I jumped up and grabbed him by the back of the head, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "Grow up, you think the world will be better with Anime? Anime only effects a good twenty percent of the world, what about the other eighty percent?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "They are fighting to survive, they are doing everything they can just to get there next meal." I said, pushing him back. "If you don't get your shit straight, then you prove me wrong, you will have no place in this world. Its Hell, and it will eat you up and spit you out faster than you can say "Hello"." I said, sitting back down on the bed. "Now eat, this is the only time I'm doing this." I said, glaring at him.
He sat there and ate, actually crying his heart out with each bite. Who cared? I sure as Hell didn't, he was a disappointment right now. He may have good art, but he still needs to get out, because his life style, as it is, would lead to his death. I gave him his warning, it was up to him to get his ass in gear and fix his life.
Will he learn? maybe, but also maybe not. It was for me to open the door, but he had to grow the balls and step out into the world.
AN
So ya, didn't really know how to make this longer, because both Imposter and Animator are kind of the same person, but like different things. Then there is the fact that the Imposter even made the deal in the first place. WTF was he thinking? He seriously could of killed Mitarai, let alone broke his mind by keeping him locked away so that he could draw his anime. People go crazy from shit like that, no wonder he made the Tape, he wasn't thinking straight!?
That's all my personal opinion and should not be taken into text