A humanoid figure sat on his grey table with his tail swishing about as he scribbled away his imagination onto a blank piece of paper. His crimson eyes surveyed the beautiful landscape he created onto such small piece of paper, but something was missing. He place his clawed hand under his reptilian muzzle while the other scratched his white scales as he thought long and hard about it. Finally, the answer came to him.

A smile. The sun needed a smile.

"All right Ethan," a voice from the outside spoke through the bland room's speakers, "show me what you got."

H e couldn't help but grin proudly of his great work of art. The dino boy held the drawing to the one-way mirror in front of him, which was practically like the only window etched into one of the dull grey walls.

Leaning forward and lifting his glasses, the scientist peered closer into the experiment's drawing. It was a child's drawing of many different dinosaurs playing together over lush green grass under the sun that smiled down upon them. The smallest dino was one that stood on two human-like legs labeled me. Interesting

Suddenly the door slid open behind the scientist and out came an orange headed woman, her unmoving lips and cold stern gaze uneased the man before her. "Dr. Malcolm, any report for our latest experiment?" she spoke while scrolling down her tablet.

Dr. Malcolm sighed, rolled in his chair, and tore his glasses off. Claire could at least show some respect by taking her eyes off from her goddamn tablet for one second. "Subject has been successful so far in showing human traits, mostly drawing pictures and practicing English. You know, like what other kids do his age."

Claire scrolled down her tablet, unimpressed. "Age?"

The man swiveled back to his computer and typed in a few keys. "Subject is approximately six years and 21 days old, and still counting," he joked, but Claire didn't even break a single smile.

"Eating habits?"

"Mostly he eats meat, being a carnivore and all, though he will try biting one or two vegetables. And fruit…. he likes all of them. Apples, oranges, mangoes, bananas, you name it. We also gave him some utensils to see if he would use them or not."

"Result?"

"Took him a couple of days, but he finally taught himself how to use them. Though, he does prefer not using them at all unless we tell him to."

"Hmmm," she said unimpressed. "Well, continue the research until further notice. Maybe in a few years we can use him to be the park's newest attraction. Now if you'll excuse me, I have go see our other Indominus Rex."

"Nobody's excusing you," Dr. Malcolm mumbled through his hand and focused back on the creature. Just a few more boring hours watching some dino kid making whatever you tell him to make, but much to his surprise, the dinosaur had finished another drawing without being told so, and it seemed to be a picture of him holding hands with what appears to be a human. Strange.

6 years after the events of Jurassic World

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Owen screamed at his wife who did nothing but cross her arms. He sat back and plopped his elbows on the table, resting his headache consumed head on his hands. He thought they've finally put everything behind them: the island, the stupid hybrid projects, and most importantly, the freakin dinosaurs that tried to kill them. But Mrs. Wife here seems to have taken a step back and wants to do something that even he would consider crazy.

"In every way, yes I'm serious," Claire responded calmly glaring right back at Owen.

Owen slammed his palm against the wood. "Then explain why again?"

"Another experiment-"

"Let me guess," he interrupted. "You guys tried making a T. Rex look like a majestic fucking dragon by giving it wings and now it's flown away; kidnapping little princesses and whisking them away into fucking towers?"

"No, nothing like that!" Though, one scientist did mention they should add a little pterodactyl DNA into the Indominus. "It's another Indominus Rex." Owen's face paled. "BUT it's smaller and has more… human qualities," she assured.

"Oh I see, just because it's smaller and has human qualities, you want to bring our daughter with you back to the fucking island so she could befriend it?"

"It's not as bad as you think."

"I'm pretty sure a man-made murder machine getting anywhere near my daughter is as bad as I think it is!"

"Dammit Owen, she's my daughter too!" she bursted through swelling tears. "But Ethan is like a son to me! I have to watch him become lonelier and more depressed each day because he has absolutely no friends! And other scientists refuse to use their own children to help cheer him up."

"Except you," Owen's eyes pointed.

"Except me," she agreed.

Owen bent down and rubbed his temples. "I'm not sure about this…."

Claire scoffed. "Since when were you such a worry wart. Besides, we both know our daughter is having trouble making friends in school. So why not have her first friend be a walking talking dinosaur in some far off island?"

Before another cuss word left Owen's mouth, their daughter suddenly came inside the kitchen wearing her pink dinosaur pajamas. One hand rubbed her tired eyes while the other dragged her T Rex stuffed doll across the floor. She squinted her blue eyes. "Mommy, Daddy, why were you yelling?"

Claire knelt to her daughter's level and flicked the fiery red bangs from her face. "Layla, sorry if we woke you up, but me and Daddy are deciding if you should come with me to an island for summer vacation."

"Island?" she said wide-eyed.

She nodded. "Yes honey. An island where someone really wants to be your friend."

"F-Friend?" she had trouble pronouncing. The words were foreign to her.

"But your Daddy is being a little… hard to convince." She actually wanted to say a little bitch but whatever.

Instantly, Layla rushed to her father, forgetting the definition of tired, and was practically jumping up and down begging him. The idea of an actual friend instead of plastic dollies seemed to give her infinite energy "Oh please oh please oh please Daddy, can I come with Mommy?"

"I dunno," her father murmured, unsure. "It's pretty dangerous and-"

Using one finger, Layla jabbed her father's knee. "Danger is my wittle name!" she pouted bravely.

One look at his daughter's determined eyes and he was gonna suffer the hell of incessant begging, so he reluctantly agreed. What could possibly go wrong?

Sup everybody, author here. So right now I'm just seeing if there's anybody willing to read this so it can motivate me to post more chapters. I don't own Jurassic Park/World by the way. Anyways, fav and review!