A 13 year old boy gets sick and tired of constantly dreading going to school just because of some dudes who think it's funny to think of him as nothing but a toy to throw around. After every incident, he would draw a horrid monster that would kill each one of them in their own, gruesome way. One night, he dreamed about those monsters coming to life and murdering them one by one. He wakes up to find that his room is torn up, and he realizes that it was more than just a dream. Question is, is this reality such a good thing?