Ok, so this is my first *published* fanfic. . . no lynching, please! Everything is done on Google Docs first, so hopefully I won't have too many spelling errors. . . fingers crossed. Since Giganotosaurus is from Argentina, I'm naming this one Antonio. Any Spanish is from me, although I'm still learning, so excuse me if I'm wrong, please. And now. . . I present Diary of a 'Little' Giganotosaurus.
"Dinosaur Speech" "Human Speech" 'thought' "Other Language"
Prologue: Hi!
Hello. My name is Antonio(call me Toni or face the penalty of death) and I am a juvenile male Giganotosaurus. No, I am not insane. Not in the slightest. I was born on October 8th at Jurassic Park, on Isla Nublar, which is under the jurisdiction of the Costa Rican government. So I guess I could say I am a Costa Rican citizen. The amber that they used for my genetic material, however, was from Argentina, along with my DNA, so. . . I'm an Argentinean citizen as well? It's really confusing, isn't it?
Now, you're probably done making sure that you're not insane, and wondering if any other of the creatures at good ol' Jurassic Park can talk/read/write/have any semblance of non-violent intelligence. Yes. To be precise, the other dinosaurs that are capable of understanding humans are Alek the Allosaurus(Yes, it sounds dumb. No, none of us picked it. We just call him Al, for simplicity's sake), Austin the Acrocanthosaurus, the Deinonychus trio(For the last time, they are DEINONYCHUS, NOT Velociraptor!), Lupa, Artemis, and the leader, Skadi, the Utahraptor twins, Cedric and Cameron, and last but not least, Kodiak the Cryolophosaurus. Speaking of Kodi, he has the funniest crest on his head- it makes him look like Elvis! (I know who Elvis is. No, that is not weird. Stop thinking of me like that. I'm pretty sure that you are crawling away right now. Oh, come ON!) All of the carnivores here at the park are capable of conscious thought, though. That's only those who can understand humans.
Now that basic introductions are out of the way, I guess I should probably explain what is going on here. Basically, I am really bored. Well, that. . . and Doctor Wu used some of his own genetics to patch up mine. It's really stupid, I agree, but he did it. . . and now I have a larger brain than I should, and that brain is much smarter than it should be. Because, apparently, he can't keep himself from adding random genetics to a puzzle where they don't belong. It irritates all of us mentally aided dinosaurs, to know that we are so much more intelligent than the others because a stupid scientist wanted to mess with our genetic coding. Not that I have anything against Doctor Wu- nice guy, actually cares. Hammond on the other hand, irritates me to no small extent. The second a random bolt of lightning strikes my paddock, the electricity will cut off. Without the electricity adding to the fence's strength, even Alek can bust through it, and he's the smallest of the three of us, at thirty feet long and sixteen or so feet tall. Well, small is a relative term. For example, I'm around fifty feet long and my eyes are level with the top of a twenty three foot pole- and Austin is in the upper thirties for length and roughly twenty feet tall, so we outclass him by a long shot. So, he's small compared to us. But Kodiak is about twenty-five feet long and ten or twelve feet tall, so Alek is significantly bigger than he is. And even one of the Utah twins can break MY paddock fencing, to say nothing of their own! Sorry about the ranting, the fences is just something annoying for me. Well, not really me, but for Muldoon, who is practically a dad to me. To be honest, thanks to all the human speech that happens around me, I'm surprised I can even speak my own kind's language anymore, my brain is so warped. I heard a few times about animals that thought they were human- possibly having a far higher sense of self-awareness, or simply to stupid to realize that they were animals, not humans- that tried to talk like people and failed miserably. I can talk to non- hybridized dinosaurs, but they don't really have much to say. While any other carnivore is intelligent- the compys have great jokes- the herbivores, thankfully, aren't smart enough to speak. How would you deal with your life if your natural food could strike up a conversation with you? Starve to death? Not on my watch!
Still, I believe I was speaking of all the ways that Hammond is an idiot. Do I really have to list them? No? Good. But if I did, then we've already taken care of the fences. One other choice things that I would like to say about Hammond- the idiot got raptors, highly dangerous raptors, and left them alone for years on end, never to socialize with humans. Even I can tell that doing that will most likely result in a truckful of brooding raptor psychopaths! To be honest, I'm just glad that Papá(Muldoon) doesn't force us(my pack) to 'socialize' with the raptors. Or Rexy. Rexy tends to act as if she was dropped on her head in the egg. Really. She's that dumb. She calls the maintenance workers food. All the time. Despite the fact that they keep her from living in a paddock full of her own waste, she has the gall to call them food and act like a small human child half of the time. It really gets on my nerves. Half the time one of my pack or one of the other large theropods(ex. Carmen, the Carcharodontosaurus, is the one who does this most often. She's like a big sister. It helps that our species are cousins) yells at her-loudly I might add- to shut up. Most of us pack-theropods are partial to our caretakers, due to the fact that we deeply NEED to be around others, so one who shows so much disregard to another that is insuring their comfort is considered one of the ultimate offenses for us. Papá always looks at us weird when we do this. He doesn't really understand, despite being every theropod's main caregiver. None of us care, because we all know that you can't understand a pack unless you're in a pack.
Well, that concludes my main introduction. Oh, and, before I forget, Welcome to Jurassic Park!
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