My younger years passed by so quickly, it seems. I had a hard time making friends, they all thought I was a freak because I wasn't as smart as most of the others my age. I always tried to prove them wrong, and Satan always reassured me that I was just as good as they were, possibly better. He always tried to encourage me to do things, like stand up and introduce myself in public areas, but I was already starting to show signs of paranoia and the anti-social disorders. Satan tried to get me out of that. In this section, I was around the age of 5. I remember the first time I had ever had a friend...
I was off scouting around that day. Exploring a new place that I had never been before, straying as far as I could, Satan nowhere in sight. It was a place with a lot of grass, a place for tall grass, and a place for short grass. I was in the short grass. I was starting to be mischevious, and always tried to do things without supervision. My personality was developing, but not into a good one. I saw a small bug, and grinned devilishly. I pounced on it, opening my hands, to find that nothing was there.
I snorted in annoyance and got up on four legs, like I normally did, and stalked around before finding another one. "Aha!" I shouted, as I lept at it, cupping my hands like I had done previously. I shook my hands furiously up and down and opened them, to see that I had squashed the bug! "Eww..." I muttered, trying to shake the bug-juices off.
I heard a giggle from nearby, and my frustrated expression turned into one of surprise and confusion. "Huh?" I said quietly, as I got onto four legs and looked around, resuming the stalking position that I had earlier. The giggle came again, and I flipped around into that direction. "Grr!" I shouted, trying to sound evil and intimidating. I saw a pinkish-purplish figure saunter out of the tall grass into the short grass, with a huge grin. "Hi!" It shouted. I squeaked and started running backwards until my hind legs lost balance, and I fell flat on my tail. I gave a dazed look, trying to figure out what it was! It looked like my species, but... it was pink!? When I was that age, I thought we were all black.
"My name's Jesse!" It shouted, flicking its tail happilly, sitting down like I was doing. But.. it was smaller than me? I thought I was small. I was really confused. "What's yours?" It asked, the grin not ceasing. "N...name?" Its voice was amazingly squeaky. It was hard for me to understand. The other's grin faded when I responded. "Yeah... what you go by? What do others call you?" I blinked. "Uh, oh.. um... my mommy calls me a little fu--" Its eyes widened as she grabbed my mouth, putting one hand to its lips, making an odd, "Shh!" noise. "Don't say that word, it's a bad word!" I blinked. "..Which one?" I was obviously less intelligent than the other one was. "Um, nevermind."
"My brother says that my name is 'It'... I think..." I said, scratching my head, confused. The other one laughed at that, "You're name is It? I've never heard that name before! I thought that was just a word!" I closed my eyes, sighing for no reason. "I did too, but my brother says my mommy calls me that. I.. th...thought... that.. was a name?" The other one flicked its tail again. I thought it liked to flick its tail. It looked me straight in the face. "Are you stupid, or something?"
"Stupid?" I repeated, unsure of what the word meant. I shook my head, although I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "Satan calls me special." That seemed to make the hair rise on its back. "Satan!?" It repeated, in a nervous tone. "Yeah, my brother!" Then something hit me. I stared at the other for a minute.. "Wait a minute... are you a GIRL?" I said, quirking a brow at what I had just noticed. Jesse rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you noticed." Well, that gave a definite gender to her. I hadn't ever talked to a girl before.
I was off scouting around that day. Exploring a new place that I had never been before, straying as far as I could, Satan nowhere in sight. It was a place with a lot of grass, a place for tall grass, and a place for short grass. I was in the short grass. I was starting to be mischevious, and always tried to do things without supervision. My personality was developing, but not into a good one. I saw a small bug, and grinned devilishly. I pounced on it, opening my hands, to find that nothing was there.
I snorted in annoyance and got up on four legs, like I normally did, and stalked around before finding another one. "Aha!" I shouted, as I lept at it, cupping my hands like I had done previously. I shook my hands furiously up and down and opened them, to see that I had squashed the bug! "Eww..." I muttered, trying to shake the bug-juices off.
I heard a giggle from nearby, and my frustrated expression turned into one of surprise and confusion. "Huh?" I said quietly, as I got onto four legs and looked around, resuming the stalking position that I had earlier. The giggle came again, and I flipped around into that direction. "Grr!" I shouted, trying to sound evil and intimidating. I saw a pinkish-purplish figure saunter out of the tall grass into the short grass, with a huge grin. "Hi!" It shouted. I squeaked and started running backwards until my hind legs lost balance, and I fell flat on my tail. I gave a dazed look, trying to figure out what it was! It looked like my species, but... it was pink!? When I was that age, I thought we were all black.
"My name's Jesse!" It shouted, flicking its tail happilly, sitting down like I was doing. But.. it was smaller than me? I thought I was small. I was really confused. "What's yours?" It asked, the grin not ceasing. "N...name?" Its voice was amazingly squeaky. It was hard for me to understand. The other's grin faded when I responded. "Yeah... what you go by? What do others call you?" I blinked. "Uh, oh.. um... my mommy calls me a little fu--" Its eyes widened as she grabbed my mouth, putting one hand to its lips, making an odd, "Shh!" noise. "Don't say that word, it's a bad word!" I blinked. "..Which one?" I was obviously less intelligent than the other one was. "Um, nevermind."
"My brother says that my name is 'It'... I think..." I said, scratching my head, confused. The other one laughed at that, "You're name is It? I've never heard that name before! I thought that was just a word!" I closed my eyes, sighing for no reason. "I did too, but my brother says my mommy calls me that. I.. th...thought... that.. was a name?" The other one flicked its tail again. I thought it liked to flick its tail. It looked me straight in the face. "Are you stupid, or something?"
"Stupid?" I repeated, unsure of what the word meant. I shook my head, although I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "Satan calls me special." That seemed to make the hair rise on its back. "Satan!?" It repeated, in a nervous tone. "Yeah, my brother!" Then something hit me. I stared at the other for a minute.. "Wait a minute... are you a GIRL?" I said, quirking a brow at what I had just noticed. Jesse rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you noticed." Well, that gave a definite gender to her. I hadn't ever talked to a girl before.