The shadowy figure spun around in a wheelie chair, letting out small "whees!" of delight when they did so. It wasn't long before there was two quick knocks followed by an echoing one.

"Yes?" The author called.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?!?!"

"NOOOO! ANNA GO AWAY! I TOLD YOU THAT FROZEN NOVEL WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA!!!!!!"

The door quickly opened to reveal a messy haired red head with one green eye and one blue. He wore ripped jeans and t-shirt that read "WTF is Homework?"

"Oh thank goodness. You aren't Anna..." The author sighed, leaning back into the chair.

"Hi! Is that a chair?! With wheels?!?!?! Oh my goodness you have to let me try it!" With that the boy got on his hands and knees, examining the wheelie chair.

"You must be a Weasly. I'm the author." The author said, holding a hand out to the boy.

"I'm not a Weasly I'm a Potter. My parents are Harry and Ginny."

"Okay... anyway-"

"Just kidding! My parents are an apple and a pine tree. The relationship didn't turn out well since the best ship name anyone could come up with was pineapple." The boy scratches this head before continuing. "Why do they call it a pineapple? It is definitely not an apple or a pine, so why call it a pine apple? Pears are actually mutated green apples! Ooooo, shiny!"

The author watched as the boy got up and ran to a bookshelf full of Disney characters.

"Are you talking about Tomatoa?" The author questioned.

The boy shoved a toy Olaf into the face of the author.

"See?!?!?! Shiny!!!!!!"

"Okay... look, what's your name again?"

"Andrew."

"Look, Andrew, I have a few questions for you."

"Ask away!"

"Question number one. What do you like to do when you're bored?"

"Get lost tin my head. There's so much junk in there it's hard to tell what I'm thinking anymore."

"Have you ever had a crush?"

"The fourth wall. It always seemed to fix itself after we had broken apart."

"What is your favorite book or book series?"

"Define book."

"You aren't one of my normal characters, are you?" The author questioned, giving an annoyed sigh.

"Nope. I probably should have been scrapped by now but look!" Andrew shouted, wiggling his fingers. "I'M STILL HERE!!!!"

"At least your honest." The author sighed.

Andrew began to spin on the ground, paying no attention to the author.

"Second group of questions." The author said, snapping their fingers to get Andrew's attention. "Have you ever been on a romantic dinner?"

"Romantic, schmantic. Food is food!" Andrew shouted, tossing a bunch of notecards into the air.

"Do you like roller coasters?"

"No. Emotions suck."

"Okay, then..." The author gives Andrew a weird look before continuing. "Third group. If you could tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?"

Andrew had began to chew on a book, unable to answer.

"If you could back one dead person back to life, who would it be?"

"Cinco de Mayo!"

"Who is the most important person in your life?"

"My imagination."

"What was the most important moment of your life?"

"Chicken nuggets!"

"What are a few things you'd like to do to make the well a better place?"

"Never ending bandages for the fourth wall. You're gonna need them."

"If you could meet anyone in the world for a week who would it be?"

"Wendy's plus free Frostys equals awesome sauce."

"If you could go anywhere in the world, for free for a month, where would you go?"

"Up your ---!"

"Keep it PG for the children!"

"Sorry, up your butt."

"Last group of questions." The author gave an annoyed sigh before lifting a sticky note. "Would you do anything on a dare?"

"I'm too stupid to say no!"

"Fist bump or high five?"

"I'd just put their hands in my mouth and call it good."

"Romance or friendship?"

"Friendship with benefits means it's a friendmance. Or is it a roship?"

"Would you give an organ to a stranger in need?"

"Wouldn't be able to. I already sold all my organs on EBay for fifty cents each."

"You're an idiot."

"I know."

"The sad part is that you're lovable." The author sighed before waving their hand in a shooing motion. "Now leave me to rot."

"Okay! Tell me when you're fully decomposed. I need fox ears for an experiment."

The author grabbed their ears as Andrew left the room, leaving them to sit in terrified silence.

***

So what do you think of Andrew? I wanted to make him... unique. Ya... anyway what do you think of him?

~Fox is going to sleep