We're all into anime, but our different art styles often leave me feeling like I don't fit in with you all.
I'm just an anime character, not even important enough to have a name in my series. I'm a background character, yet I know perfectly well that I'm just a drawing. And in my world, I'm the only one who knows.
I've been to the Green Green Grasslands, eaten Super Lollipops, and done research with Dr. H. I've had two best friends named Fangfang and Feifei, and my neighbor in America is George. I met Uncle at San Francisco, and took hula lessons with Lilo in Hawaii. I've even made friends with a cat. Oh, right, it's called Xiaoguai.
Now I live in the deep blue sea, working for a heartless boss. One of my coworkers is innocent, lively, and full of energy, while another is lazy, aloof, and worldly. In the neighboring city, there's also a jellyfish with an amazing singing voice.
I thought I'd either spend my life as the snarky side character or laughing myself silly, but I never expected to take a third path. I transmigrated.
After stumbling into a crime scene, I looked at the group of burly men in black holding guns. For the first time, I missed Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy. I slowly raised my hands...
"I'm really just a cleaner!"
Theme: How cartoons and anime can coexist
