Hey. I just wanted to say that I fixed the Introduction. Basically, I'm restarting my story. This is my first story, so please be nice! Constructive critisism will be accepted.

Introduction

He walked into the alley. Dark, depressing. Frightening.

He still stayed firm, his small, green chest wrapped in his arms. He attempted to jerk his hoodie so it lay against his back. It revealed his hair, blondish sort of.

One deep breath. Kneeling down, he put the chest into a filled puddle, and grabbed a white key out of his back pocket.

With a round check, making sure he had everything he needed, he slowly inserted the key into a little hole in the chest.

This was wrong, and he knew it. Eventually, he'd be the most hated kid in the city. But he had to... right?

He slowly jerked the key to the left.

The chest immediately changed colors. Pink, Yellow, Black, Orange, Gray, Brown, Red, Green, then white...

The chest descended into a dark cloud of dust, then shot out into the sky.

He would never forgive himself for that.

Hey. It's me. The kid who released that dark cloud of dust.

It's probably better if I don't reveal my identity to you. This is for your protection, and you'll see why later on.

Technically, I'm a cartoon character. No, seriously. I'm not kidding.

And there are others just like me. Kind of. Look, why don't I just start from the beginning...

Back in the time of Gods, there lived a man who loved fiction. Any thing make-believe was his passion.

His name was Cartoone (yes, I see the humor in that), and one day, he decided to draw.

And draw. And draw.

He sketched rabbits and sponges, cats chasing mice, sailors who used spinach to save the day, everything.

He became rich and famous by selling his creations. He called them, "Cartoone's Cartoons."

Cartoone then gained magical powers (how he got those is still a mystery.) He used his power to bring his cartoons to life.

He gave each of them names. They went through the city, giving everybody pleasure and happiness.

Then something came over him. He used his power to make a creation that would help Cartoone overpower the people that treated him like dirt before. Instead, it terrorized his cartoons. They were beaten, imprisoned, frozen in ice to this day.

Remaining cartoons punished Cartoone for his destroying monster. He was put in jail for all eternity.

He still continued to draw, and he still used magic to create more cartoon characters, including me.

From that point on, every cartoon was sent to Toonworld, a universe created by Cartoone. And every year, he'd make a new cartoon, or a series of cartoons, or a "show" of them as he called it.

And every year one show would be sent away from Toonworld and into Toontown, the heaven of cartoons.

No one knows why shows of cartoons have to be sent away, probably not even Cartoone himself. But it was his decision, and he stuck with it.

Remember when I said that I shouldn't give away my identity? Now I'm serious. I CAN'T tell you who I am. All you know is I'm a boy, if I already didn't tell more.

And that creature, his name is not Vortex if you were wondering. It's... yeah that's secret too.

I know you might have questions. Why did you release the creature? How did it get in the chest?

I can't tell you. I know you're tired of hearing that, but it's true. That monster was the worst thing that happened to cartoon characters.

And I just released it back into Toontown. Or was it Toonworld?

Maybe both.