While Astaroth continued to sit and ponder ponderously in his pondering spot, many of the other children, playing around on the big toy, would be constantly glancing nervously in his direction. "What do you think we should do?" one of the boys, brown-haired and eyed, asked to another.

"I dunno, Billy," replied a blue-eyed blonde. "Maybe we should try and bug him until he goes away. He's not nice, and all he does is sit there and scare us."

"Alright."

The two kids, Billy and Wade, jumped from one of the platforms and made their way to the giant.

- - -'O

The daisy, still quite smashed, laid in Astaroths wide palm. He'd never had a friend before. He'd never even thought of having one. But this Emily girl, she didn't give a crap, not about how big he was, how mean he was or how scary he was. Back home, even fiends like Nightmare and Lizardman looked at him like he was some kind of unnatural freak, worse in nature than they were. Then again, Nightmare thought of everything as inferior, so it was probably just a sense that everything was beneath him and unworthy of respect.

Emily may not have found him unpleasant, but all the children were mildly annoying.

"Hey, fatso!"

Astaroth's expression became stony upon the sound of the child's voice. Scratch the previous statement, they were very annoying.

He turned his head in their direction, trying to put on his meanest, most frightening face he could muster. One of the boys faltered, but the other kept going at him. Before Astaroth knew what was going on, the kid was dancing around him, making faces and poking him. "Go away!" he yelled, trying to catch the boy but failing miserably.

Finally, after about twenty seconds, Astaroth managed to catch him by his waistband, his sausage fingers grabbing the kid by his underwear. Lifting him up, Astaroth winced slightly when the boy whined, "Aah! Wedgie!"

Before Astaroth was able to throw him away, the other that had followed shouted, "Wade!" and ran full-boar at the giant, leaping and smashing into his bald head. Billy wrapped his arms around Astaroth's neck and refused to let go. "Graagh!" he roared, dropping Wade on the ground.

The blonde one then yelled out to the rest of the kids at the playground, "DOGPILE!" before jumping and getting Astaroth in the stomach.

Astaroth flailed around for a bit before finally grabbing both Wade and Billy and holding them around the middle with one hand. Again, his attempt to make them go away was thwarted by children, although this time it was by a swarm of children; children of all sorts, shapes and sizes glomped all over him, pushing him to the ground and pinning him there. There had to be at least a dozen, right around three hundred pounds of child all over his body, spread over him just enough to prevent him from throwing them off.

He stopped struggling, but instead bellowed as loud as he possibly could, "GERROFF MEEE!" his voice slightly muffled from one of them sitting on his face. Just as quickly as he'd been smothered he was relieved of the weight, and the children all scrambled away before he could do anything. He roared in frustration unintelligibly before deciding that he would get back at them. He didn't know how at the time, but he knew he would, somehow.