My Master Is A Fictional Character
He stands up from the couch then walks up to me, my master did the same standing beside me protectively.
"Of course I don't have the description of any of your characters, you Janice didn't give me a description. I was just there, a faceless bastard who sells corn dogs for your wonderful main characters to buy. I was the unknown, the unseen... that one person nobody cared to look at." His chest was heaving heavily as he talked... I on the hand tried understanding all what he just said.
In all my stories there's this one guy at the park, who sells corn dogs... and of course to give my main characters a playful date, they would always patronize the guy who sells corn dogs.