(h apos. d apos. re)

I turn my head, crumpling up another bad drawing. Then suddenly, one of my rare masterpieces comes to life off of the walls. "Ungh..." He stretches himself out. "It was getting kinda cramped in there. Oh, hello. Who are you?"
I can hardly speak. "... Michael. Or Shadow."
He turns a little to the right. "Hmm. Shadow. Seems fitting enough. I'm Knives."
"...Knives? Why do they call you that?"
He hurls a knife across the room with telekinetic power. "That."

I stare at the drawings that just came to life. "Uhm, System of a Down?" I ask.

"Nope," They say, "Chibi of a Down."

(I shall start with Colors. Gold-Shadow, Grayish Pink-Knives)

I twiddle my fingers. "So... What are we supposed to be doing?"
"Well, I know of a good place to start." Knives begins walking down the path, and through the gate. I quickly ran after him.

"Oookay." I said.

Daron began beating up Shavo.

I watch my newest piece of art come to life. "Hi! My name is NEKO, and I'm your Drawmon! How cool is dat?" She says. "Hi... I'm... Ummm... Yugi..." I say.

I split the two up with my fingers. Daron bites my finger. "Ow, what the heck." I said.

A man in a black suit approaches me. "Hm. I see you have a DrawMon. Interesting. But if he's a burden, I will be taking him."
I stand in front of Knives. "Who the HELL are you? Trying to take my friends away or something?" I guard Knives as he lunges at me. Suddenly he disintegrates in a tidal wave of stainless steel. "Huh. More Drawmon thieves. Should've guessed... Shadow. There are people who want to take us away from you. Be careful."
I nod my head.

With the rest of my drawings pulling on Daron we finally pried him off my finger.