Rune suggested, "If you want to see the sights of toon world. You could be here eons and not see everything. But if you want to start somewhere, we could try the fantasy zone, it's where my home is and is normally where I hang out."
"What are you doing here then?"
"A funny little man told me I'd have a destine encounter if I came here. I was hoping to meet a princess, we have a LOT and I mean a LOT of princesses in the Fantasy Zone. But I'm still happy to have met you, my ARTIST instead. I think the person who told me was a Plot Device in disguise."
"Plot Device?"
"They're not robots or anything if you're getting that idea, they just manifest when the story needs some help getting started or moving along. They seek out humans who want something in particular in toon world and point them in the right direction or hand them a MacGuffin."
"I see."
"Don't worry. Once the story gets started and the characters drive the story they're more than happy to just see how things evolve. . . . Makes me curious where this story will go. So why are you here my Artist?"
"Here on vacation before going off to collage. Just here for a week or so."
"Oh. I see." Rune nodded, "Well, being an Artist, you, Writers, and Story-Tellers, and the like are mostly immune to being Animated."
"Animated?"
"Happens to anyone who visits another reality soon enough, I'm sure you've heard of it under different names. But here in Toon World it works kinda different. Humans who come here, sooner, or later, by plot, joke, fetish, or irony, cease to exist as human beings in this universe, and are transformed into Ideas, and become toons in this world."
"And… they don't mention in this brochure?"
"I'm told they do… in tiny printing. Some who have very strong emotional ties to people still on Earth or an overwhelmingly powerful sense of duty responsibility subconsciously reject becoming toons. And people like you, who are creators, are nearly completely immune. It only happens if you actively and intentionally MAKE IT happen."
"Why would anyone subconscious or otherwise -want- to . . . oh, no offense."
"From what tourist have told me. Your world is a lot more complicated. So much more gray. So much more fogged over. While this world of ours seems to have less rules, at the same time it's often more black and white and clear."
"Cowards."
"Or simply choosing another way of living. We toons aren't exactly trouble free. We're fiction, and fiction must always have tension, drama, humor, or something ELSE interesting. Finding a moment of peace and quite that lasts long is a rare pleasure."
"I see."
"Since I'm an Anime style myself, I can't paint us a door to the Fantasy Zone. But thankfully due to the laws of plot how long it'll take to get there will be exactly how long it takes this discussion to take. Let right now."
Fenrir looked around, without even realizing it, he was in the middle of a anime style painted bright sunny field with trees in almost every direction with a twisting road going to a village in the distance and a twisting road from the village leading to a high castle. There was a cave visible in the far distance behind the castle. Right near them was a simple cabin with a straw roof.
"Yours?" Fenrir asked.
"Yep! The fantasy heroes almost always have humble dwellings. Please come in. I know I'll have something I can whip up while we decide which part of the Fantasy Zone you want to see first."