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Imagination is an incredible thing, isn't it? The ability to create things that simply wouldn't make sense in a normal situation, or simply to create something extraordinary. It's a shame that many of these creations end up in oblivion. Fortunately, some manage to escape that terrible fate and are rewritten or recycled by other ingenious minds who DO understand those concepts.
...... TAKE ONE .....
How awful.
The day of its creation was probably the worst day it has ever had in living memory. After all, who would tell their own creation that its life doesn't matter at all and that it's just something fictional? (It seems that the one who created it did.) Obviously, if it had had the ability to cry at that moment, it definitely would have. BUT, since it was in what you call... its 'beta' state, it had no choice but to accept its horrific situation and live its miserable life with its young and naive creator until the latter grew tired of her creation.
it doesn't remember much from back then, or if it does, it's suppressed those memories, but it has a vague idea of what it used to look like. Medium-length hair, slightly wavy, and a dark ash blonde color. Crystal blue eyes, tanned skin, and clothes... well, It's clothes were a white t-shirt with jeans that covered pearly white socks. Basic but practical.
The adventures it had with that immature young woman weren't entirely horrendous, even if she did give it 'hugs' from time to time.
But, as expected, good things (disastrous, in fact) don't last forever (thank God... or whatever being blessed him with such an event).
Very soon, that young woman grew tired of her creation and decided... to give it away to someone else. (Forget it, with that girl, you couldn't have a single second of peace.)
And with that, her poor creation had no choice but to pray that whoever comes next is better than this girl.
...oh right! How could I forget, that young woman gave her creation a name (who doesn't?). Its name was... no, IS... Ekias.