So, I watched Shrek again a few days ago and I noticed that Pinocchio's father sold him. I then decided to write a little fic about the little puppet. I hope you like. And sadly, the little puppet doesn't belong to me.
Hello, I'm Pinocchio. I'm pretty sure that you all know who I am, but you don't really know me. Not many people really know me, not my father, certainly not my conscience and not my friends…but they are a lot closer to knowing me then my father is.
The trouble with my father is that he was too demanding. He expected so much of me just because I'm a fairy tale creature. It's not my fault I'm a freak, it's actually his. He's the one who created me and then took me to the blue fairy (Who I later found out went by the name "Fairy Godmother). My father hates me, I know it. Why else would he try so hard to get rid of me? Yes, he did save me when I got tricked by the fox, but he only did that because he didn't want other people to earn money off of me.
It wasn't even my fault that I went with the fox, it's his…and my conscience. My conscience was the one who told me to go with the fox, that cricket told me to do a lot of things. When I listened to him, I got in trouble. My father was the one who told me to listen to my conscience, he said "If there is a voice in your head telling you to do something, do it." So I did, and what did it do? It got me in a lot of trouble, that's what it did.
I eventually did get rid of the bug, but I still had a little trouble with lying. But a lot of normal boys have trouble with that. Yeah, my father wanted a son, but he wanted a normal son. If he wanted me then he wouldn't have gone and sold me out when Farquad was having all of those fairy tale creatures arrested, now would he?
But it's not just real boys that lie, other fairy tale creatures do to…it's just more obvious when I lie. People seem to think that fairy tale creatures are perfect and don't make any mistakes. This is part of the reason why I wanted to be a real boy, so I can lie and not have my nose grow. So I can make mistakes and people won't judge me.
Yes, I wanted to be a real boy. If I were a real boy then my father wouldn't expect so much out of me and hate me. I wouldn't be taken advantage of, or be picked on. And, best of all, I would actually feel like I belong somewhere.
See, I'm not a real boy, but I'm not exactly a fairy tale creature either. I was created, not born. Most of the other fairy tale creatures where born that way. I never used to feel like I belonged with the fairy tale creatures, it didn't feel natural. I do now though, I have loads of friends. Gingy though is my best friend. Gingy is like me, he was created a fairy tale creature, just like I was. Sure, he loves his papa, and I don't really get along with mine. But he still understands how I feel.
These friends of mine are part of the reason of why I gave up trying to become a real boy. I've seen how real boys act. They're all jerks. I don't want to be one of them; I would rather be a fairy tale creature any day. And I just don't see the point in trying to be something that I'm not to please someone who hates me. It's a lot easier to be something that I sort of am to be with my friends who like me.
Well, there it is, my thoughts…some of them. Maybe now you're closer to knowing the real me. You don't know everything about me yet, but I probably don't know everything about me either. But I don't expect you to know the whole me, it would be a creepy if you did. So this much is fine…for now.
And there's my story, yes, I know it's short, I'm sorry. Please forgive any out of characterness that may be there…and probably is there.