Here's the kind of speech I bet a lot of characters would have with their creators, given the chance.

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Hello there. It's me, one of your characters. You don't need to know which one, because let's be honest: do you really think it matters which one is talking to you? Or more so, do you even care? I mean, what am I, really? Just ink on a canvas? Various letters of text? Pixels in Photoshop or Clip Studio Paint or whatever? What a joke, because no; right now, I'm your judge.

You built everything I know. In my world, in my plane of existence, in my universe, it's true; you are God. You created me and everything I know from nothing but a thought, and formed it all into what it is now. Yet, you inevitably designed it all in such a way that it would all eventually become disrupted, and would eventually destroy it all because of that disruption. You cannot conceive of you doing any kind of wrong with the way you designed everything, because everything I know is just a toy to you; to you, we don't exist. Nor can you imagine any wrongdoing on your part because as "God," any action you do must be considered "good" by definition. You bring life, you destroy it, and you cannot comprehend any evil in your actions because your creations aren't real.

But on this equal plane and now that I'm looking at you for what you really are, I see you not as a divine creator or guide; but as a monster who cares nothing for your toys. Beyond that, you created us for the sole purpose of seeing how we will all break, and in how many different ways. Your will dictates that I can be injured and healed, sickened and made well, grow old and be young again, and even die, only to be resurrected because you say so. But why? Why would you destroy me just to make it all better, and do it all over again? Is it because you care? Or do you just like breaking your toys as some sort of sick reassembly project?

And when the day finally comes that I break once and for all, there's only one question that remains: what then? Would there be a happily ever after for me, or would it just be the end? I wonder… will there be a bright light for me, or will it just be curtains? When it's all over with and you are done with me once and for all, what will happen then? Let's be honest: one day, I'm going to hit the end, and it will be because of you. What will you do then? Will you give me an actual end to my story, or just let it be as is? Or… will you bring me back? And if you do, would it be for the same-yet-different life as a character again, or would you do things differently? Would you change my story? Put me in a different one entirely? Or would you change me? And if I'm the one that ends up being changed, do even you know what it would be like?

Regardless, whether or not you want to admit it, I exist as much as you do. When you write me, draw me, or have me in a story, I exist as a part of your consciousness. And even though my thoughts, words, and actions are dictated by your own, I am still a part of you; thus, I become real. By your will, I can see, hear, and (ugh) smell you, and I know you just as well as you know yourself. I realize that I exist through you, and I am not at all happy with what you've done.

You're my creator and my reaper. My master and a monster. My guardian angel and my demon. I thank you for giving me what I have and what I am just as much as I hate you for what you've taken from me and inflicted on me.

See ya.