It was one of those rare nights where the dark inky skies blended with the brilliant twinkling of the little stars. Like tiny diamonds stuck in the coal-black voids of rocks, they sparkled with a certain entrancing touch to it, captivating its admirers in wonderment. There was always something magical about a starry night, or at least that what Moreau believed. He had rarely seen the clear skies of the Village- most days; it was always covered in thick dark clouds, gloomy clouds. But today, it was different- it was magical.

He sat just outside his home, a childlike innocent glint of astonishment in his eyes as he observed the skies, his mouth partly open in awe. A chilly breeze swept past him, and he shuddered slightly, pulling his coat a little tighter around him. It was nights like these that he appreciated the beauty and tranquillity of Mother Nature...And also wished to have someone to share this beauty with. A friend? A family? A companion? A dog? Anyone, just anyone to sit with him, maybe huddle a little and enjoy the little moment of this delightful serenity. 'Who would want a monster like me.' Moreau thought bitterly as he looked down at the rocky ground.

Yes. It's true; the Cadou did ruin everything for him. He turned into a grotesque piece of Miranda's 'Marvellous' creation. He wasn't even human anymore; he never felt human. He felt like...a freak. A bizarre-looking worthless moronic monster. Everyone avoided him, even the Lords. Most of them acted like he doesn't exist that he's just an invisible rock meant to be kicked around and forgotten. During the meetings and discussions, he was always shunned. He would always be forced to stay quiet and still. They hated him; they despised him. His very sight seemed to irk them all. Just because he's different. And ugly. Even Mother Miranda never wanted him around. 'Not even Mother.' his eyes start tearing up as he recalled how the Mother would show little acts of affection to her children, like stroking their head. But whenever he would go for some, she would give him an impassive expression, not willing to touch him or be touched by him. Or even be in his company.

'I am a mistake.'

Moreau felt uneasy in his stomach, like something rushing to come out, something trying to spill out of him. His hands instinctively reached for his stomach, squeezing it a little, and his eyes started pouring out tears. "Oh no!" He shouted, immediately vomiting all the acid out of him. He made a mess. He had bits of vomit on him as well. He was a mess.

'Nobody wants a mess.'

He sat back down, breathing in deeply as a lone teardrop ran down his cheek. "Everybody has someone," He slurred, moving his hands up and down like a whining infant. "M-Mother has her children. Lady Dem-Demistrec-cu has her d-daughters," His hiccups started swallowing more of his slurry words. "L-Lord H-Heisenb-berg h-has Lycan-ns a-and Lady Beneviento has A-Angie the D-Doll." Moreau felt more tears springing up as his vision got hazier. But crying would only trigger his vomiting reflexes, and he was tired.

Too tired of vomiting.

Too tired of loneliness.

Too tired of himself.

He just wanted to be happy.

He wanted to mean something to someone, anyone.

But then, who would ever want to be with a ghastly looking monster like him?

'What was my real Mother like? Did she love me? Did she hug me and kiss me?' Moreau shook his head sideways, dismissing his hopeful thoughts of lost affection from his biological Mother. 'No, I am a Monster, forever. No one wants me.' He looked down at a puddle of water in front of him. He could see a blurry reflection of himself as he stretched his body a little further, getting a better view of it. And all he saw was a deformed ugly thing. He stared at the reflection for a few more seconds before getting up. He tumbled down a few times as he tried to stand on his feet. 'I am weak too,' He looked up to the skies, watching a souffle of dark stormy clouds slowly setting in, a forecast for an incoming rainstorm.

"Goodbye, stars!" He mumbled with a naïve childish smile and a tiny wave towards the skies. It was a lonely night indeed.