A little kid drew me.

The stickman. You assume that since the stickman looks like a normal (using the term loosely) person compared to the rest, the book might cast a spell to return you to your normal self.

As you close your eyes and concentrating, Luke grows impatient.

"Hey, let's get going," he says, "I want to turn back to my normal self too, you know!"

You ignore him, and soon after some concentration, you hear a "POOF!" and the cloud of smoke surrounds you.

As it clears, the book suddenly falls on the ground. For some reason, you couldn't hold onto it after the spell.

You feel a lot lighter than you were originally... in fact, a whole lot lighter. It's as if a simple light breeze can push you away.

But that doesn't seem right. You open your eyes... or what you can call your eyes. It doesn't feel like you have any, yet you can still see... your face doesn't feel right at all. You try to speak, and you do, with your normal voice again, but you somehow feel that your mouth isn't opening ... do you have a mouth?

"What am I?" you say as you look down ... to see that the book took the spell too literally. You are a two-dimensional stickman, just like in the book, only a lot taller.

"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea," Luke says, as surprised as you are.

Thanks for stating the obvious, Luke...

Written by nutbar (edited by wanderer)

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