[ WP ] A character from another one of your stories just ended up in our world .

The power flickered off for no apparent reason. I looked up from my laptop, still running on reserve battery, to see a shadowy confluence in the far corner of the room. I looked down at the open word document, rereading the last line I had written; 
 
 ‘ The darkness was swirling a little more violently, starting to look more like a figure leaning against the wall, cloaked in a swirling black cloak.. ’ That ’ s an awkward way to use cloak… 
 
 ‘ The darkness was swirling a little more violently, starting to look more like a figure leaning against the wall, cloaked in swirling black ’ 
 
 Much better. I looked back up. The darkness was swirling a little more violently, starting to look more like a figure leaning against the wall, cloaked in swirling black… 
 
 Well this is awkward. “ Charles? ” 
 
 “ Sup? ” The shadow looked over at me. Even though I was seated we were at eye level. Or where I imagined the eyes would be. Charles was a bogeyman from a reddit writing prompt I had just begun. 
 
 “ So…you ’ re real? ” 
 
 He scoffed, a hand, claw, paw, or talon ( I hadn ’ t decided which yet ) reached up to scratch at his nose. “ I don ’ t think either of us really want to get into that discussion, do we? ” 
 
 “ I suppose not? ” 
 
 “ Very well. FYI, I think I ’ d rather be a hare. ” 
 
 I shook my head. “ Pardon? ” 
 
 He stood up off the wall, and in doing so, dislodged a long furry ear out of his hood. A paw ( definitely a paw now ) reached up, running the length of the rabbit ear. “ Yeah, something like this. ” He nodded approvingly. “ But the writing is kinda rough. Voice is changing too much. ” 
 
 “ Beg pardon? ” I was good and lost now. Never mind the ethereal anthropomorphic rabbit standing in my living room. 
 
 “ You start out in this high fancy talk, then switch into the vernacular as soon as people start talking. Hard to follow, you have to switch mindsets as you go. ” 
 
 I was somewhere between stunned and bemused. I, and I think no one up to this point in history, had had their prose criticized by their own characters. I lapsed into a daydream of Fitzgerald working out the finer bits of verb choice and voicing with Gatsby. Quickly I was brought back down to reality by furry digits working the keyboard. “ Dude… ” 
 
 “ Hang on, just let me iron this out… ” 
 
 “ Seriously, that ’ s not your job… ” 
 
 “ Oh, you can do it better? I ’ m just supposed to let you write me in and out of existence as a corporeal manifestation of man ’ s primal fear? I ’ ll have to live in this thing forever you know. ” 
 
 I paused. “ I didn ’ t think about it that way… ” Who are we kidding. A sophomore English major has little else to do but wonder about the nature of reality and existence. But that never stopped me from writing goofy, one off, non-committal, low quality, stories that no one would ever read. 
 
 “ Clearly. ” The rabbit had taken the computer off my lap and was tapping away furiously. I watched him go at it for a few minutes. “ Done. ” 
 
 “ That fast? ” 
 
 Another scoff. “ Doesn ’ t take much to improve on your drivel. ” He stood up, handed the laptop back to me. “ That should do it, Don ’ t mess with it too much. ” He hopped to the door. 
 
 “ That ’ s it? In and out? How did you even get here? ” 
 
 “ I wouldn ’ t worry about it too much. Just be a bit more careful when you spit out crap on the keyboard. Has a bigger splash than you can see. ” He jumped up to turn the door knob as I skimmed over what he had written. 
 
 “ You want to be an Easter bunny? ” I looked at him incredulously. 
 
 “ The. ” He had gotten the door open. 
 
 “ Huh? ” 
 
 “ THE Easter Bunny. ” 

