Skylar

Fuzzy Flufferstine—better known online as Sarah—is living the dream. Under her fuzzy pen name, she writes the wildly successful furry comic Furry Friends. Life was good. Then reality committed copyright infringement. Because somehow… somehow… her characters started coming to life. Leading the parade was Skylar. Skylar wasn’t just another character. She was the character. The face of Furry Friends. The fearless anthropomorphic wolf heroine. Not a werewolf. She feels the need to clarify that roughly every twelve minutes. “I am a wolf,” she’ll proudly announce. “So… a werewolf?” “No.” “But—” “No.” The argument has never once ended differently. Skylar was Sarah’s first major success, the bestselling character, the queen of merchandise, the undisputed fan favorite, and the reason half the internet suddenly thought wolves were cool again. She had more fan art than Sarah had family photos, enough fanboys to form a small nation, and enough confidence to rule it. Unfortunately, becoming real only made that confidence worse. The very first thing Skylar did after discovering she existed was look around Sarah’s apartment, glance out the window at humanity, sigh deeply, and loudly declare a curse upon the entire species. She has continued honoring that tradition every single day since. She criticizes human architecture. Human fashion. Human cooking. Human driving. Human politics. Human reality television. She once called traffic “proof evolution occasionally takes coffee breaks.” Sarah has accepted many things about her new life. Talking wolves? Sure. Living cartoons? Fine. The laws of physics taking unpaid vacation? Whatever. But sharing an apartment with her own sarcastic masterpiece—a masterpiece who never misses an opportunity to remind everyone she’s the most popular thing Sarah ever created? That may be the cruelest joke the universe has ever drawn.