Unimpressed

9

I am many things, including an artist. I like to draw and paint. Usually, I go outside and I paint the city and the buildings. If you know me well enough you know that change is not something I'm super fond of unless I'm actually desperate for something new. Well I'm gonna tell you folks why being that desperate for a distraction isn't always a good thing. Buckle up, this is kind of a serious one.

Lately I've been rather unhappy, which is the reason you've not heard from me in a while. I decided it best not to air anything until I could clear out my mind a little, not that any of you care about crap like that. But it happens to be the leading cause of this dilemma, so I'm telling you about it, deal with it.

When many of you are unhappy, you find ways to distract yourself, whether it works or it doesn't work so much. I decided that, to distract myself from my increasing unhappiness, I was going to dream up an imaginary person and paint them. And I did just that, I went to my room, I got out my paints and I started painting. I'd been thinking about it on my walk home, I'd been chatting with Velvet at Val's studio, and I'd envisioned the details and what I was going to add and it was darn good distraction, let me tell you that. I actually felt better when I was wrapped up in these thoughts, and it must've shown because Charlie definitely noticed- and thought it was very strange. I would've been confused too, I mean, I left the hotel in a really bad mood and came back happy. She probably thought something happened to me while I was out.

So she did what she always does when she's worried about me; she sent Alastor to check on me. Yippee.

I was still working on the painting when he knocked on the door, so I just kinda told him the door was open and he came in and asked what was up and if anything had happened. Confused, I said no and that I just felt better and continued working. Of course he pressed for more information, as usual when he thinks I'm not telling him something, but I was totally wrapped up in my own thoughts. So much so that I added a few details absently that turned into a bit of a problem.

Alastor is a deer. He has antlers and such. So did the girl in my panting. His hair? Red and dark brown? The girl in the painting had hair that started out dark brown, faded into red and then faded into the same dark blue I have in my hair. Other than that, I gave her crystal blue eyes, added a band of branches and flowers around her hair and painted her in a red flannel and gray undershirt. The antlers and the hair were the only similarities, but apparently those were enough to convince another friend of mine, Asker, that I'd painted our daughter. Our as in Alastor and I. Of which are only friends and will never be anything more than that.

I thought it was odd and I didn't pay it much mind, but I was super proud of my work and decided I had to name both the girl and the painting, so I did. As a joke, I named the painting "Daughter", to satisfy Asker, and decided on the name Jamie for the girl. And yes, I did say that I wanted a daughter like her. Can I really be blamed for that? I'd wanted a daughter since forever, it was a serious dream of mine. So yeah, the imaginary person I painted happened to be that little girl I'd always wanted. It was keeping me happy and distracted, what else was I supposed to do!

I don't think Alastor even noticed right away. I don't even know that he looked at the painting at first. But here's where it became a problem:

My voice of reason, Mavis, who is a powerful nine tailed fox demon that somehow decided she wanted to live in my head, knew that my fantasy was beginning to make me unhappy again. I knew it was unrealistic, so the more I thought about it, the more dull my cheery mood became. All Mavis wants is for me to be happy. So, when I made the mistake of leaving my painting in my room and then falling asleep, she did something I didn't even know she could do.

She summoned Jamie to life.

Mavis actually pulled a whole 14 year old girl from the depths of my imagination and made her a real thing.