"G'day ladies and gentleman, I'm Jazza from Draw with Jazza, and we're drawing with a mouse again. I bought this on ebay, and it was described as magical." he holds a normal looking mouse up to the camera, twisting it around.
"So, I'm opening up Photoshop and.. wow.. it's so smooth." Jazza runs the mouse along the pad, laughing strangely amd staring straight into the camera.
"I don't know exactly what to draw, but I feel it's going to obnoxious, but consistent." he smiles, and begins to draw.
Construction, linework, shading. Throughout the making of the video Jazza marvels at the smoothness of the mouse, and by the end, has an amazing picture of his avatar as a mouse hybrid, stealing some cheese. Jazza finishes off with his trademark "I really like the way that turned out." and his outro, turning off the camera.
"I guess we're done recording for the night." Jazza opens up his editing program and begins to work on his video, completely oblivious to the flashing behind his screen.
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I'm alive. I have no recollection of not being alive, but I know I am now. I feel large ears on my blonde hair and a tail poking out of my blue pants, both from a mouse. In front of me is a large pole looking thing, with what suspiciously looks like a giant shoe poking out the bottom. I scurry towards it and jump, climbing the scratchy denim-like fabric with sharp claws. As I near the top I hear a voice.
"This piece was inspired by pictures of humans with animal features, like centaurs and other mythical beasts..." it was loud, like a giant, but didn't seem aggressive, more kind, and somehow familiar.
"This piece was inspired..urk!" I clutch my throat with one hand. He has my voice, or maybe I have his.
I regain my composure, curl my tail, and continue to climb upwards. I reach a horizontal part and sit on it, only to look up and see two arms, a chest, the bottom of a face, illuminated by white light.
A real life giant.
My ears twitch and I travel further along the giant's leg, excited to meet him. "Hi giant!" I squeak and he looks down in surprise. His mouth drops open and he lets out a strange noise.
"A..a..my.. avatar?" I feel a tinge as his fingers pinch on my tail and lift me up, inspecting me. "What's an avatar? Who are you? Why do we sound the same?" I ask, and he says nothing.
The blood flows to my head as I hang far above the ground. "Hey, can you put me down." He quickly turns away and maneuvers windows on his computer screen, eventually opening up a blank canvas in an art program.
"What the hell! Where is the... drawing?" he turns back to me, his gaze still intense and flicking over my entire body. I squint my eyes and lower my ears, and his eyes fill with care. He drops my tail and I land in his palm, ears perked up once more.
"Hey! Why are you so big? Wh-" he pinches his nose with his hand I shut my mouth, scared of angering him.
"God, why am I so consistently obnoxious." he chuckles, and he extends an index finger.
"G'day little Jazza, my name's.. Jazza!" I shake his finger with my small hand.
"Who am I? Why do we sound the same? What's an avatar?" I lean on his finger, looking into his familiar, but giant, eyes.
"Well, you're an artistic representation of me, that's why we look alike." he turns to the computer, and opens a window. On it is a picture of a man, with blonde spiky hair, a red top, blue jeans and black sneakers.
"This is you, the Jazza avatar. I thought you were only a fictional, 2D character, but apparently you're real now." I lean on the edge of his hand, taking in the drawing before me, tail curling. That's me! Except, something's off...
"But Jazza, why am I alive? Why do I have these ears, and the tail?" Jazza frowns at the questions, softly touching my scaly tail.
"I have a suspicion.." he mutters, putting his hand up to his shoulder, allowing me to crawl off and sit down. The giant opens another window and scrolls through video footage of himself until he comes to a shot of a drawing.
"Mini Jazza, I drew this picture of you as a mouse-human, with this mouse. The ebay description says that anything it draws comes to life, but I didn't think it would actually work." he gestures to a plain black mouse, and to the drawing of the avatar from before, but with the mouse features. scramble down his arm and onto his knuckles, desperate to see it up close. It is me.
"But what am I going to do, I have no other home."
"I guess you'll have to stay here!" he says, smiling wide. I squeak in happiness, scampering back up to my perch on his shoulder.
"One thing." he says, and I pale. What could he want from me?
"Can you draw?"
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My latest stories have been really long, so I decided to tone it down a bit. The latest prompts have been pretty positive and fluffy but I can't wait to write some scary g/t! Used both meanings of the word 'mouse', which was my aim for this story. If you don't know Draw with Jazza, he's an art youtuber who does plenty of cool art challenges. GO SUBSCRIBE!!
~Tsunami