r/FundamentalPaperSins

- Catherine (that is, Reddish pre-mortem) always had a kind of superiority complex because her parents let her do whatever she wanted and give her whethever she wanted at home to keep her quiet

- She also exhibited antisocial behavior towards her schoolmates because her parents never taught her how to socialize or that the world doesn't revolve around her.

- Her death and her status as a digital goddess in her game only served to bring these behaviors to the extreme.

- She's chaotic neutral

- She was a huge nerd (and still is).

- She wouldn't get along with most paper pastas, seeing them either as inferior or disliking their superiority.

- She's a Big fan of miku

-She was intended to be a Redglove FPE mix (That's why she has some features similar to Redglove, like her smile or her characteristic red color)

-This girl's lore was Made on the fly, because I realized that Redglove didn't have any lore.

-The name Reddish comes from a nickname given to her by the Roblox Myths community, which she liked so much that she decided to adopt that name.

-her favorite fpe character is oliver

disclaimer: this is a fictional story inspired by the online animator Katie/A3DGhost and her original creations. i wis I could’ve saved Katie on time :(

Katie, a 17-year-old indie animator known online as A3DGhost, sat alone in her bedroom, illuminated only by the glow of her computer monitor. Her desk was covered with sketchbooks, animation notes, and unfinished character designs for her animated series, Fundamental Paper Education.

She had dreamed of sharing stories that made people laugh, cry, and imagine.

But lately...

Every time she opened social media, she saw something new.

People had made low-quality content farms using her characters, twisting them into bizarre videos aimed at children. Others posted hateful comments, spread rumors, or tried to invade her privacy. Worst of all, strangers were creating explicit artwork of characters she'd designed simply to tell a story.

Katie stared silently at the screen.

"...Why?"

More notifications.

More arguments.

More people treating her work like it wasn't hers anymore.

With tears beginning to form, she slammed her laptop shut.

CLACK!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

She buried her face in a pillow and screamed until she ran out of breath.

A few moments later...

Knock. Knock.

"Katie?" came a calm voice.

She wiped her eyes.

"...Come in."

The door opened.

Standing there was her father, Baphomet, an anthropomorphic goat with tired eyes and was drinking tea.

"There was a thin package addressed to you."

Katie sighed.

"...Thanks."

Downstairs, she picked up the small envelope.

No return address.

Inside...

A single drawing.

It showed a cheerful stick figure with a perfectly round body, oversized shoes, white gloves, and a gigantic letter A on its chest.

Katie blinked.

"...Seriously?"

No letter.

No explanation.

"No wonder there wasn't any postage..."

She shrugged and tossed the drawing onto her cluttered desk before climbing into bed.

That night...

Moonlight poured through the bedroom window.

The paper rustled.

The drawing slowly peeled itself off the desk.

Its flat outline puffed outward like an inflating balloon.

Two-dimensional became three-dimensional.

Little shoes touched the wooden floor.

Stretch...

Yawn...

The strange figure looked around.

"There she is."

He gently tapped Katie's shoulder.

"... Hey Katie!"

No response.

He tapped again.

"Katie wake up!"

Her eyes opened.

For exactly one second.

Then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"

She launched out of bed.

Without thinking, she grabbed the nearest object—

A novelty danger road sign one of her friends had given her as a joke.

"STAY BACK!!"

WHACK!!

The sign bent around the stranger like rubber.

He didn't even flinch.

Instead...

"...Ow?"

"...Actually that didn't hurt."

Katie stared.

"...What ARE you?!"

The cheerful figure dusted himself off.

"Oh!"

He smiled.

"I'm Andy EggBert DoodleToon."

He proudly pointed to the giant A on his chest.

"But everybody just calls me Andy DoodleToon."

Katie blinked.

"...You're..."

"The drawing."

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep!"

"You...came to life?"

"Mhm!"

Katie looked back toward the desk.

The paper was gone.

She looked back at him.

"...This...is impossible."

Andy grinned.

"Not where I come from."

"And where exactly is that?"

Andy folded his arms dramatically.

"The Katieverse."

Katie froze.

"...What?"

"The Katieverse."

"...How do you know that name?"

Andy tilted his head.

"Because that's where I'm from."

Silence.

Katie slowly backed into her chair.

"...No..."

"Yep."

"No."

"Yep."

"That isn't real."

"It is where I live."

"But..."

"My world exists because you imagined it."

Katie simply stared.

"...You're saying..."

"I'm one of your creations."

For several minutes...

Neither of them spoke.

Finally Katie whispered,

"...Why are you here?"

Andy became unusually serious.

"The future."

Katie frowned.

"What about it?"

"If I hadn't arrived..."

He looked toward her closed laptop.

"...You would've let the harassment convince you to stop creating."

Katie looked away.

"..."

"You would've deleted projects."

"..."

"You would've stopped drawing."

"..."

"You would've abandoned animation."

Katie's hands trembled.

"..."

"And eventually..."

"You would've believed that everyone hated what you made."

Silence filled the room.

Katie whispered,

"...Part of me already thinks that."

Andy walked over and sat beside her.

"I know."

"But here's something the internet doesn't always tell you."

He smiled gently.

"The loudest voices aren't always the biggest."

Katie looked up.

"There are people who genuinely enjoy your stories."

"They're just quieter."

Over the following weeks...

Andy stayed.

Not by fighting people online.

Not by arguing in comment sections.

Instead...

He reminded Katie to take breaks.

He encouraged her to block abusive accounts instead of reading every message.

He helped organize her artwork.

Whenever she finished an animation, Andy would clap louder than anyone.

When hateful comments appeared...

Andy simply pointed at the screen.

"Block."

Click.

Gone.

When content farms copied her ideas...

"They can't take your imagination."

When fake rumors spread...

"The people who matter will judge you by your actual work."

When Katie doubted herself...

Andy handed her a fresh sketchbook.

"Make something new."

Months later...

Katie uploaded another animation.

Not because everyone suddenly became kind.

The internet still had people who copied, mocked, or misunderstood her work.

But now...

Those voices no longer defined why she created.

She animated because she loved telling stories.

One evening she smiled as another idea filled an empty page.

Andy peeked over her shoulder.

"Ooo!"

"New character?"

Katie laughed.

"Maybe."

Andy grinned.

"See?"

"What?"

"The Katieverse keeps growing."

Katie looked around the room.

"...Thanks."

"For what?"

"For reminding me that one bad part of the internet isn't bigger than imagination."

Andy tipped an imaginary hat.

"That's what saviors of the Katieverse do."

Outside, the moon shined through the window.

Inside...

Pencils scratched across paper once more.

And somewhere among those lines...

A whole universe of stories waited to come to life.

What Darkness Leaves Behind by u/foxysepticeye

seraphim lore comic 1.

basically what happened after Alice killed Claire. :3

(ALSO. IM SO SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG. ive been in Therapy for mental health reasons :/)

Enjoy I guess

(inspired by the backrooms movie still life's and awakening abbie )