In the first few moments of existence, you don't really know that you exist. You just... are. You are a swirling mass of thoughts that flutter about like butterflies, never truly making sense. That's how it is for Cartoons, at least.
Forgive me, I seem to have rambled without proper explanation. My name is Levi. At a glance, I look like any other person. I have fluffy ginger hair and green eyes. My face looks at first to be dirty, but upon further inspection, you would find that I instead have innumerable freckles scattered across my cheeks.
One thing that sets me apart from the typical human, however, is the fact that I possess a rather large set of wings. They are white, but when the sun hits them just right, they have a golden sparkle to them. I've always loved my wings; they are the one thing I allow myself to be vain about, preening them almost incessantly. The only thing I hate about them is the fact that they bump into things all the time. Quite annoying...
Oh, dear...There I go again, rambling. You really must forgive me. I doubt, dear reader, that you came to hear me chat about my wings. You came to hear a story, and a story is what you shall receive. It may not be a happy one, I myself had a difficult time, but believe me when I say that there is much to learn about this world through the sufferings of others.
That being said, where was I again? Ah yes, when a 'Toon is created, they are nothing more than thoughts, a stew of the artist's hopes and dreams, their aspirations, their expectations. I, for my part, found this time quite frightening. You have no idea who or what you are, but you know enough to be afraid of what kind of world awaits you. As I waited on the threshold of existence, I heard whispered voices, all muttering just low enough that I couldn't make out any words.
Just as I began to lose hope of ever leaving this strange place, I was blinded by a light. As I peered closer, I saw the silhouette of a man with large feathered wings sprouting from his back. White robes swirled in a breeze only he felt, and kind brown eyes gazed at me with understanding. Suddenly, I was no longer afraid. He had a calming aura, and as he held out his hand, I reached out immediately to take it. As I did, however, he disappeared into thin air, and light swirled around me like a kaleidoscope.
I closed my eyes, praying for the dizzying sensation to leave. When I opened them again, I came face to face with a young woman. She had short brown hair that curled every which way, and deep dark eyes. Brown, but different from those of the man. Her eyes were wide, filled with excitement as she gazed at me. As I examined myself, the first thing I noticed was my wings. They were smaller back then, covered in soft downy fluff as opposed to feathers. I was wearing a white dress shirt with a sky blue bowtie, and gray trousers with black tapshoes.
The next thing I noticed was that we were in a dimly lit room. Cheap wood paneling made up the walls, and the paint on the ceiling was chipped from water damage. An older woman sat at a desk across from where I sat with the girl, and she looked up from an old computer, raising a brow at us. The girl hurried to stand up, and handed the woman a wad of money. The lady perked up immediately, taking the money and jerking her thumb towards the door.
"Alright, kid. We got him all set up, door's that way. Remember, no snitchin', this is risky stuff. Especially since you ain't old enough to animate a 'Toon yet. You rat us out, you rat yourself out. " She said, voice raspy. Rather like a rusty car engine. Sorry, is that rude?
"Of course, thanks!" The girl said, turning to me. Helping me up, she introduced herself and led me out of the moldy building. Walking hand in hand, we walked along the street, towards what I believed to be a good life. How dreadfully wrong I was.
