He was fond of jumping from high buildings, and he liked to tell long monologues while he climbed the stairs. This way he made sure to get the attention of the reader, who avid of introspection came back every week to repeat the play. Sometimes he used costumes and raved until he looked like a new and surprising character, complete with a newly invented story and reinforced with more overwhelming phrases thrown between dialogues.

The psychologist in the novel next door (a romantic story between a man hard to approach and a flagrantly accessible woman) diagnosed him with attention deficit (as in, he has a deficit on the attention he receives.) The woman next page (the one who cooks schemes in her magic pot) got him a metaphorical chicken broth to recover after his dramatic deaths (it is a really cheap resource to die while monologging, because nobody laughs at your reasons when you are killing yourself.) And from time to time the tormented boy from that teen drama novel convinces him to go for some drinks, and ruminate their disgraces while the fictional writers fight among themselves for the chance to write him a new story every day.

But even then, the exhibitionist feels a little disparaged and dreams of the day when the readers will recognize his talent, and the value of his ever changing life. And they will form reading groups to watch up to the most minute instant of his life (a thing the other characters don’t understand, up to this day nobody knows how he can enjoy to be seen while he cleans his ass, when all the other characters avoid to show such disgraceful behavior in public.)

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Yet he enjoys a certain amount of appreciation, and there are many the ones who admire the tenacity which whom he strives to appear in all kinds of stories, even if It’s only to say a single line. Even if as of late he only gets third rate roles, he holds onto the hope of achieving fame (for more info this character was that one guy sleeping in the train wagon on that tale about the darkness among the tunnels, and also the one guy who was walking his dog in that alien invasion novel, and he has interpreted almost every waiter in the police novels.)

One day his moment came, he was discovered by a renowned reader (the editor from a certain company specialized in best-sellers) and his fame skyrocketed, in a matter of days he was able to appear in a large book collection as That-guy-that-comes-out-of-nowhere-and-teaches-a-big-life-lesson. He was able to travel to the land of social media where he got a ridiculous amount of followers, and was invited to many comics and the Christmas special of a certain animated series.

Nowadays he is an analysis subject among the literary fans, and distributes his time letting himself to be studied as an archetype by the most purist and bearded litterateurs the universities can offer.

By the way, he also lived happily ever after.