Pin and Paper Ep.1 ch.3
#2 of Pin and Paper Episode 1
It was amazing , my life never had so much potential before. No longer was I common no name artist, not with the power I now had. For weeks now I've drawn Gerald everyday. He stays for at least 24 hours now without disappearing and he seems to be more real each time. I've managed to keep him away from Donita the best I can , but with his ability to stay longer everyday it's almost impossible to hide him in the apartment. And in all this time I still haven't dared to draw anything else with my magic pin.
I decided that for that day I wouldn't draw Gerald. I needed to come up with a plan for how to keep him private with his ever growing ability to stay in this world. Perhaps it was time to draw something new , someone new. But who. My first creation was an accident, I had no idea I was creating life, but now that I know the power that I hold its almost impossible not to doubt my every thought for an idea.
I was lucky it was a Saturday so I had all day to brain storm but time seemed to be racing away. I still couldn't find it in myself to put pin to paper. I gave up. Leaning back in my chair I dropped my pin on the paper. What a failure I am , I have all this power and I cant even bring myself to use it. Sure Gerald is an amazing success that I marvel every day but surely that cant be all that is in me. Is it ?
I face palmed myself in shame as I got up from seat. As I removed my hand from my face I noticed something. I was careless, I dropped my pin on the paper and the ink made a mark. I thought to myself "there's no way something that small , something I didn't even mean to happen could turn into anything right". I doubted my thoughts as they came and went but in the end I sat back down.
I began drawing around the mark on the paper trying to turn it into something. It was amazing I didn't have to think , it just happened. My hand flew across the paper drawing in more and more detail. The mistake had turned into a iconic mark on what was now clearly the face of a dalmatian. I drew him in simple clothes suited for a trip to the beach. I even went so far as to give him a nice head of hair. He was a slender character , a cool guy, smooth, always sure of himself .
Something took over me , I didn't want to stop drawing. Even after I had drawn in the finest details my hand felt the need to keep going. I didn't stop until I drew the very grass under his feet .
I was out of breath and my hand was almost locked up, I didn't know what had came over me but looking at the finished product I couldn't care less because of how happy I was. I waited for my latest creation to spring from the page, I remembered how long Gerald's first arrival took so I knew I had time. I wanted to have a name ready for him before he was here but I was drawing a blank.
That familiar sight and feeling of swirling wind came and I knew my latest creation had finally arrived.
I watched in amazement as he was finally standing before me. It was then that his name was clear to me.
Tristan - your name is Roy
He was even better than I imagined he be in living color.
Roy- My name is Roy , thank you creator
I noticed that the grass I drew beneath Roy's feet had also come into reality. Roy began to move around the room much like Gerald his first time in the real world, exploring and discovering. It was then I saw it for sure, Roy's every footstep created lush grass under it.
Tristan- amazing
Roy looked at me in response to my comment .
Roy- I Know I am
That was unexpected, he seemed to have a bit of an ego already.
Tristan- how do you feel
Roy- I feel like going outside
Tristan- wouldn't you rather look around here a little more, your new to this world so you must...
Roy- I wont be here for long creator, nothing in this room is as great as the work of art you see before you here and now , and knowing that I'd hope you wouldn't keep me locked in this cramped room for the entirety of my first arrival where all I can do is admire old out dated work
Wow this guy was something else. He clearly was not Gerald . He hasn't been alive for more than a few moments and already he speaks as if I'm almost unworthy of him . Though it wasn't much of a surprise, Gerald was surprisingly loving and soft from his first arrival , so I guess it makes sense that Roy is himself already. But i didn't want him to be egotistical, I just wanted him to be confident.
Tristan- its not safe for you outside
Roy- why not
Tristan- people might see you , when you disappear
Roy- how would that be bad for me
Tristan- well I'd have to come up with a way to explain it
Roy- so its not unsafe for me , its just difficult for you
He was unreal, he was right, but the tone in his voice and the way he glared at me was off putting. It was as if he wanted to show he was in control, that I was just a handler but he could do as he wish.
Roy- fine , can I at least leave this room
He backed down ,so I suppose he was still willing to listen to me.
Tristan - not right now , you wont be here for much longer , but maybe your next visit
Roy- alright creator
Tristan- you can call me Tristan
Roy - whatever
He started to disappear. As the last little bit of him was finally gone I face palmed myself.
Tristan- how could I make something, someone that ...
He was so full of himself. And now my room has grass sprouting from the floor. I stopped myself before I wrote him off as a failed sketch. Maybe he just needs time , after all no one is perfect. And now I know for sure I can draw more things into reality than just people, but somehow the grass isn't disappearing.
That gave me a great idea. If nonliving objects could be drawn into reality and din't disappear then maybe I could draw a place into reality. I could build a place for when I wanted to summon Gerald or Roy. I could go out into the woods find a place with nothing on the land and draw a house, a mansion , a castle. I could draw anything. I just needed to find a place, I needed to find the right place.