A/N: Hi readers! I should intoduce myself, I am the aforementioned Skyclaw. Fear my awesomeness!

Yeah, so I wrote the next chapter. This shall center around my character. Enjoy, and review!

Cobalt's POV

I could probably hear the stomping and cheering of the crowd from miles away.

There's the sweet scent peppermint candies and popcorn, alongside the smell of animal fur. Outside, the screams and laughter of little kids dominated the background. I'm long used to it, but I could never quite get over the happy and cheerful atmosphere of the circus.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the ringmaster hollered. "Boys and girls!"

I took a deep breath. Showtime.

"I present you, the stupendous, the terrific, the show-stopping, the one and only... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, The Amaaaazing Frog Boy Spectacle!"

If possible, the cheering got even louder. I pushed aside the heavy red and yellow curtains and strutted dramatically to the center of the big ring. I raised up my arms and soaked up the praise.

After a few minutes of this pointless, yet satisfying routine, I got my act going. It started like every regular Thursday.

First, I jumped to the wall of the tent, where my hand stuck like Spiderman into the tough purple canvas, right above the audience. For effect, I pretended to snarl at them and made my hair stick up and vibrate. Then, I pushed off the wall and raised up my hands to catch the tight-rope. It twanged a little from my weight but springed back into its normal shape, propelling me again through the air. I flipped midair and did some silly poses before landing back into the sandy ground with a thump, without a scratch. I cart wheeled and jumped several times again, sometimes high-fiving with a lucky member of the audience.

Weird enough for you? Believe it or not? I'm a member of the Jamboree Circus's freak show.

Ha-ha. Very funny. That does not mean that I have an extra head, or that I have blue-colored skin, or that I'm a woman who grows a beard.

No. I'm very much a freak, and I'm not a fake. Ms. Manbeard has a stick-on moustache. Mr. Blue Supremo dyed his skin. That extra head? Plastic and animatronics.

I asked for a volunteer and picked a light-looking blonde-haired girl and put her on my shoulders.

"Hang on tightly, kiddo," I told her.

She proceeded to almost choke me but I jumped from the ground to the tight-rope and dangled her from her wrists. She squealed in delight but some women in the audience screamed. I jumped down and returned the girl to her mother.

Then, a clown came to the center of the stage, with a bucket of marshmallows. Then, he hurled it to the air. The crowd was probably expecting me to jump and grab it, but I just walked near it and stuck my meter-long tongue out. It cracked like a whip, secured the marshmallow in a wet embrace and popped it back into my mouth. Yum.

As I was saying, this is completely authentic. My name is Cobalt, or Cobbie, as my fellow circus freaks call me. Cobalt the frog, Cobbie the Spectacle. No last name, no parents. I'm not completely human. You see, I've got some... extra DNA in me. Guess what?

Yes, frog is one of them. Obviously. But, I've also got some amphibian and a tad bit of reptile in me, which explains my hair that looks like iguana spikes. They move like them too. My tongue's specially froggy. Why does it fit in my mouth? Good question. It's thin and fits snugly in my throat. Disgusting right?

Oh, make no mistake. Most of me is still human. I look like every other thirteen-year-old boy even though I'm a bit lanky and long-limbed. I have normal looking brown hair that looks normal if you don't squint. My face still has a nose, two ears, one mouth and two eyes, though I don't have eye whites, which may freak people out. But those little extra percents of me made me stick on walls, created my long tongue and my superhuman limbs. You want to know the people who did this to me?

Yeah, me too. All I know is that there are several scientists experimented on me in this institute called School. A fitting name. So, one day I escaped when I was nine or something, more or less. It was a miracle. You would not believe what kinds of machines and toture instruments they have there. Everyday, they make me run miles, tested my intelligence and took my blood.

Then, one day an amateur scientist tried to test the full capacity of my legs. I was already tired and he kept sending electric waves though me. I was ready to explode in tiredness. I did. I fainted right there. I slipped in and out of consciousness but I saw and heard enough to tell me that the idiot thought that I was dead and threw my 'corpse' away to the dumps. For a while, I couldn't figure out why he'd be so stupid to throw a semi-valuable experiment away. Then, it hit me. I was cold-blooded. He must have thought I was human enough to be a mammal and have distinguishable heat in me. I'm an amphibian-reptile-human dude. An ampitle-man. A reptiphibian-man. Well, sucks to be him.

I'm not one of those heavily-guarded valuable experiments, so I'm free and no scientist is trying to find me. Luckily I had found an advertisement about some circus. I applied as a freak. It's kept me fed and gave me a roof above my head. Plus, it has given me some interesting friends.

I did some more flips and caught more marshmallows until the show was over. After a last sweeping bow, I retreated backstage.

"Excellent job, froggie." I turned and saw Katrina, the lion-tamer. She was wearing tight purple leotards and a frilly pink dress, alongside a mask that was coated with glitter. She was brandishing a whip and looked like a ballerina that's about to murder you. She was sneering at me. Her act was next, and she and I had a... rivalry. Anything to gain the ring-master's attention.

"Thanks, Princess. The same can be said for your... attire," I said, gesturing to her getup.

"Jealous?" She closed the distance between us, all her glittery glory towering over me. "Go find a pond. The Jamboree's not for you freak."

Hey, I'm just a thirteen-year-old. Getting harassed by a eighteen-year-old is not a fun experience. I tried to find a reason to counter her jibe. "Well... this is a freak show."

She laughed and strode past me. I could smell her reeking citrus perfume. "True. But freaks are human, which is more than I can say for you." She dissapeared into the folds of the big ring.

I was left stinging with resentment. I hurried outside before I get my hands on the fire-eater's gasoline storage. I walk to my caravan, which is as colorful as the big ring tent, even though it's as tiny as a walk-in closet. And I have to share it with the blue man. He wasn't exactly the cleanest guy in the world. It was piled with clothes and occasionally liquor. That wasn't the case today but there's a week-old pizza box in one corner and an unidentified puddle of some kind of liquid. The walls covered in holes from darts that I would play between shows. He wasn't here now and I jumped up the bunk bed to my personal corner. It was pitifully small but all my stuff was there. My clothes were piled in a somewhat neat corner of the mattress and next to it is a backpack with a small bottle in it. I have no idea why I keep that. Survival instinct, I guess. Call me paranoid, but that's what you get when you're being chased by wicked scientists all your life who only want to poke and prod you with needles.

I lifted the left hand corner of my mattress a bit. Under it is a thick board that resembles a slightly big skateboard, only it doesn't have wheels. I pulled it to my lap and stroke it like one would stroke a cat. This is a souvenir of my escape. I got it when I was running away and a single scientist tried to stop me using this board.

No, he didn't try to whack the brains off me. He used it to fly.

Haha, fly. It's a weird concept, but one end of it is hollow and slightly blackened, which I guess is the thrusters of this thing. It also has magnets or something under it which follows the same principals of the Japanese Magnetic Levitation trains, but on a smaller scale. I don't pretend to know the way it works, but all I know is that if you step on it and press a button under the board, step on it and lean wherever you want to turn, it can fly. I suppose it's a hoverboard, for all you nerds who watch Back to The Future.

I haven't flown in a while, though. Didn't have the need to use it. I pull it out now and then to bring back memories. Like now. How had they created me? Was I born in a lab or did I come from people- parents? What could have happened if I stayed?

Suddenly, I heard a thump on top of my caravan. Quick as light, I slipped the board under my mattress and jumped down to the floor, disturbing some dust bunnies. I opened the door and looked up.

If I wasn't looking for anything, I wouldn't have seen her.

It was a teenage girl in a crouch, looking over at the Ferris wheel, her back turned to me. The shadows were on her but I could make out a dark, messy braid on her back and that her lithe body was in a guarded stance. It was weird how she got there but as soon as I looked at her, I knew the answer. It was in her wings.

She had a pair of beautiful wings, as silver as the moon. I would have thought that it was fake, except that it moved with such life-like flutters. Each feather was real. She raised them up and folded hem against her back, still looking at the circus landscape. I was still entranced by her wings when she turned and looked back at me with her dark brown eyes.

A/N:

So how was it? I know it's long, but hey, deal with it. Joking!

Oh, and about being a better author than .05, my dear partner and best friend, it is not true. We are in the same rank, as I told her.

Remember to send your thoughts to us in the review feature! How do you like Cobalt? How do you like Chara? How do you like us? Many thanks go with you.

Peace,

Skyclaw.