A creative man with little time somehow ends up bringing his tiny creations to life. Monty Oum finds his tiny creations hard to pull himself away from, and they seem to like him a little too much for them to leave him.

Oum was in a dire situation.

Years ago, he started working as an action choreographer and animator for a company named Rooster Teeth. His acceptance to the company was much to be happy for, for he had gone through numerous trials to finally find a future that fit him well. Sure, he did not work on that many things as of yet, but still, the company expected a lot from him.

As an animator, Oum enjoyed directing his own action scenes. He was a man of creativity, one who did not fear scenes that had never been used, let alone thought of before. His debut work was what allowed him to join the Rooster Teeth company, as he displayed great potential for the company's on-air shows.

Yes; he was gifted with talent, as much as he hated waving his talents around on an arrogantly large flag. And even as one who had talent, Oum was humble. He believed that he still had a ton of work to improve upon.

Funnily enough, his entire life changed after one of the most boring days he ever spent.

Normally, he would have spent time on the computer whenever he had time to take a break. He occasionally exercised and performed other activities once-in-a-while to prevent himself from being bored just by doing the same thing over and over again, but the computer was where most of Rooster Teeth's fans were at. Looking through the contributions of the fans amazed him, especially the fans who supported his upcoming show.

RWBY

It was his dream product after overcoming trials for so many years. Thanks to him choosing a path of living an animator's life, he was able to share his imagination to the world. He felt not only gratitude to those who pushed him on, but he also felt relief for never losing his touch to his own imagination. After all, not all artists were able to keep up with their own creativity. Oum happened to do just that.

When his computer suddenly shut down, Oum decided that he would not go out for that day. He felt like he needed to stay still for just a bit after working on a whole month's worth of animations. With that said, he doodled some random drawings and immediately fell asleep.

But when he woke up, one of his doodles was walking on his desk.

And that brought Oum to the present time, where he simply stared at a black-and-red haired girl waddle around his coffee mug.

Must be the coffee, he thought as he got up from his bed. It definitely must be the coffee. Sheena probably put something weird it in.

Oum knew well that his own wife would not stuff in a bunch of drugs in his own drinks, but he still doubted that what he was seeing was real.

The girl had an oversized head, her tiny body providing an amazing amount of support for her. Her name was Ruby Rose.

Out of all things, a random chibi sketch of Ruby Rose had been brought to life.

It's definitely the coffee.

Regardless of whether he was in some crazy dream, however, Oum felt curious about the tiny little girl walking on his worktable. She occasionally stared at random other sketches plastered around the place.

Something definitely felt out of place.

Approaching the tiny girl filled with life, Oum got off of his bed and moved closer to observe the little thing. The instant moment he began to move, however, the tiny Ruby turned her head to look up at him.

Kneeling on one leg and letting his arms rest on one of the edges of his table, Oum stared at the tiny Ruby.

Ruby blinked.

Oum blinked.

Ruby tilted her head.

Oum tilted his head.

I don't even, Oum began to think when he realized something. I need to confirm if this is a dream or not.

Never did he even think about physically touching one of his own creations, but it was worth a shot now that it seemed fully possible to do so. Nervous with whatever experience the girl would bring, Oum slowly reached an arm out, letting his finger approach the tiny girl. She was slightly taller than his own hand.

"Boop," Oum muttered as he poked the tiny Rose.

Ruby's eyes flitted as Oum poke her forehead.

He felt her forehead.

He actually felt Ruby Rose's forehead.

"…"

Oum watched the girl rub her own forehead, confused on why he just poked her. With a deep sigh, the man planted his face against the table as softly as he could to not scare the tiny thing.

This is either going to be really good or really bad.