Handy Manny Fanart Novels & Stories

Manik pulled out his phone to direct his men to the square and come and seize Aryaman so he could be taken to jail. That's when he spotted a thick, folded up paper lying on the ground next to him. It had clearly fallen out of Aryaman's hoodie. Manik reached for it and opened it to its full size. He froze as he saw what was on it. Nandini too peeked into it from behind, her eyes opened wide in shock. It was Robail's treasured Al artwork of her. He clearly loved it so much that he tore it off his basement wall and carried it with him.

My mom asked briskly “yes ma'am” “Okay Teresa, I'm right behind you” my mom replied. I and my mom followed the lady into a nicely decorated room with grey walls. Sheer white curtains cascaded the windows of the dim, serene and lethargic room. Smooth blades of copper coloured fans hovered below the milk cathedral like ceilings of the charming room. Besides a large king-sized bed, sat a man on a wheelchair. He looked malnourished with slouch and thin exterior, like someone who had narrowly escaped the hands of a deadly disease.

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"