The descision is made for you....

As you flip through the sketchbook you glance over all of your doodles and figures. In the margins are a lot of random things...chains looping around teachers you hate...guns blasting into other guns...lots of anime-style eyes...some neat looking daggers and swords...

Mike comes over and looks at what you're doing. "Jeez kid, I don't think I've ever seen a book full of cries for help before. I mean, don't you have any friends or even touched a girl? Everything in there has huge boobs or bullets coming out of it...." Mike continues to rant.

His words start to get to you. You MADE him and he's dissing you? In a sudden rush of frustration you smack Mike with the sketchbook. Instead of whacking his body the book smears and starts to absorb his round form.

"Heyyy, I thought we were friendssss..." Mike screeches as he is sucked back into the book. Your notebook feels more substantial now. More alive or powered than it was a second ago.

"What good were you anyway, loser." You grumble...thinking a little about how you made him, so maybe you ARE a bit of a loser too...

You're determined to find the perfect sketch now.

You can't use too much blood or you'll pass out...but you did get some back from Mike just now. Hmmmm, something without much mass...but is really...um, adaptive? A Bubble Girl!...wait, they pop....Nanite Girl?...um, not sure how that would work....Slime Girl! That would work! Damn, Mike was kinda right about the one track mind thing...

"Fuck me," you sigh as dark thoughts tear at your psyche. The pain of your depression washes over you. You've always struggled with it. Sadness taints everything you do. School, crappy job, crappy people, crappy everything. Drawing helps, but for how you feel right now only one thing has ever knocked you out of the spiral.

Reaching into your pocket you grab your keys and attached multi-tool. Tears run down your cheeks as your dark mind ponders your options. Key or knife? Both would work. Both will hurt. You want to bleed...not just scratch. You pry the small blade into position, roll up your sleeve and make a slow cut across your upper arm. The pain calms you. Always has. You chuckle sadly to yourself. Fucked up inside, should match the outside right?

You look down and see your notebook in your lap. Some of your tears got the cover wet. "Such a loser," you lightly whisper as you pick up the notebook and slide the blade between the pages to clean off the blood. The notebook suddenly hops out of your grip!

"The fuck?" you say as watch the book jump and flick itself along the ground. You scoot your ass away from the frantically dancing book in startled horror. What's happening!?

The book gives one last jump into the air and flops solidly on the ground. Blood-like ink begins to seep out of it like a mortal wound, quickly forming a large pool. The thick fluid grows upward as a rough shape begins to form. A shiny ink body stands over you. Details start to form themselves out of the ink...

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What shape will the book take? (Pick/Make a fantasy or fetish!) Anything is fair game! Please add if you have any idea that needs to come out! Thanks!

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