Right now, the figure crouched in silence. He was a ghost of graphite and stark white lines. His mask, with its trademark angular eyes, stared blankly out at a skyline that was currently nothing but empty space. He looked like a statue carved from the paper itself, waiting for the spark that would bring him to life.
As he began to colour, Timmy's imagination ran wild. He pictured Spiderman swinging through the city, saving people from danger. He coloured Spiderman's suit a deep blue and red, just like his favourite comic book.
"Wow, you're real!" Timmy exclaimed.