Monster
_ _ _ _ seemed to get called that an awful lot, though he had no idea why.
He hadn't done anything, really. Nothing that he considered worthy of that word.
And why was he suddenly being called that anyway? Suddenly being shunned by the people around him?
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When he first arrived in Twilight Town, he had been homeless, starving, and close to death. He couldn't quite remember what happened beforehand—it was nothing more than a big blur, and, try as he might, he could never make it anything more.
But, regardless of his mysterious origin and ultimately strange appearance, the townsfolk took him in, and nursed him back to health.
Upon being asked for his name, he found a strange reluctance to give it, though it was the only thing he remembered about himself.
Shoving the hesitance aside, he introduced himself to those who asked.
Being called by his name sent a chill down his spine for some reason, but, as more and more people tried to talk to him, he got used to it.
The conversations he had, while stuck recovering in the resident doctor's home, were boring and repetitive, even if they initially appeared like they'd go to something exciting.
Everyone's first meeting went down the same way, asking who and what he was, and how he came here and why. They usually left disappointed, as most of their questions even the creature himself was left wondering.
The next several meetings were varied between person to person, but mostly fell into two categories anyway.
With the first one, those that spoke to him always wanted to know if he had remembered anything yet, being stubborn and persistent, to the point of accusing him of lying, though he couldn't see any reason for that.
As for the other category, it had the more helpful people, whom tried to explain how things were around the town, occasionally offering to give him a tour, though he insisted on checking it out for himself.
Either way, while this was informative at first, it took very few visits for him to realize there ultimately wasn't much to life here, as he continued to hear the same tidbits over and over.
The town was completely peaceful, if a bit iffy when it came to people's personalities.
See, Twilight Town was best seen at dusk, which always seemed to last, _ _ _ _ suspected, longer than normal, which tended to make it seem like it lasted forever, though anyone who stayed there long enough would know better.
On top of that, it appeared to have a strange effect on the ragdoll-like inhabitants, making them dreary and depressing, or a little too interested in the creepy and unusual.
At least the children were peppy enough for his tastes, or, maybe, just easily influenced by the outsider's mischievous nature.
It got to the point where, after he was finally released, he purposely sought them out.
Together with these children, he made his first friends…
…A fact which he greatly appreciated, even if he wasn't too overly fond of them personally.
No one wanted to be alone after all, and he disliked the other residents. Thus, he adored the children anyway.