Author's Note: Another Don't Starve drabble-y work. Rage = Boiling hot soup to last me the night. Flames = Marshmallows for a delicious snack. Trolls = *ding* Level up. And please review, your opinion is highly valued, as long as mine is not put down.
Disclaimer: Klei, Don't Starve, any characters in Don't Starve, other Klei games, and anything in other Klei games belong to Klei, and not me.
Opening his eyes, the sun greeted him, and he shut them again, raising an arm to shield his eyes. A few moments passed, and, his eyes sufficiently accustomed to the light, the young man stood up. He looked around, as he did every morning. And as every other morning, there was no sign of friendly life around him. He gave a silent sigh. He was alone again. Just as in his home country, when he was ignored, if not shunned, here he was all by himself. Hanging his arms dejectedly at his sides, the mute Frenchman began to walk, searching for one spark of kindness, friendliness. Half of the day had passed already, and the mime was no closer to anything nice. Suddenly he stopped, letting out a silent gasp. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few balloons. He began to blow one up, twisting it into a little floating red dog. Then he blew the other two into a purple giraffe and a green snake. He smiled at the balloon animals after what had seemed like forever being sad. Maybe he wasn't so alone after all.