Heyo everyone! So, I forgot that I haven't updated this series for a few days, and finally decided to get started. But as usual, writing a pov of a character that I haven't designed is a chore. I'm actually planning to write another series once wano finishes but that is gonna take some time. But anyways, here you go, the next chapter, for chopper. As always, kudos, comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated and keep me going!

M is for monster…

"Did you know, the Jolly Roger is a symbol of strength against all odds?"

Drum was a cold, miserable, desolate island. A winter island on the grand line, ruled over by a tyrannical, selfish leader whose only concern was himself. But despite this, Drum island was home, a country whose people whose hearts carried a deep sickness.

Chopper didn't understand, didn't get what made him a monster, a monster to get shot at, and a monster to be ostracised. Is it because his nose was blue? Yes, that must be it. But he could at least try to understand, try to grasp the meaning for the man who saved him.

Doctor Hiluluk was eccentric, rather reckless and a general oddball. Not a day passed that they didn't get blown away due to an explosion, chased by the royal army, or even get screamed at by the general public they accidentally terrorised. But Chopper can respect the man's perseverance, for he is the one who told him that there is a cure for all diseases. His name, a name lovingly given by the man who he considers his only family, Tony Tony Chopper, because his antlers are strong enough to fell trees, made him feel warm inside, a soft flame in the cold island of drum.

He did not expect everything to end up like it did, in smoke, flames and regret.

He tried to save Hiluluk, he really did, but he was too late. And when he arrived, all he was greeted was by an explosion, his only family going up in flames, and the scornful, mocking laughter of the pig they considered a ruler.

Maybe a monster will never have friends after all.

He lived the next six years alone with doctorine, learning "real" medicine, for he had come to terms with the fact that he will never have nakama. Even if it hurts, it's a bitter pill that must be swallowed.

He never really expected to be taken in by humans, a pirate crew nonetheless.

They were a weird bunch, for even after they found out he could talk, they still pursued him to convince him to join the crew. He wanted to, he really did, but they were humans, and he was a monster, and his nose was blue. They couldn't get along, there was just no way.

But when the menace known as Wapol came back to wreck havoc and attempt to take down doctor's flag, the strawhat man protected doctor's flag, without even knowing the significance of it.

For some reason, the presence of the strawhat gave him a small inkling of courage, a presence that made him feel like he could take down any enemy.

He did not expect the strawhat to take down Wapol with such ease, without any consideration of the terror the island had to face under his rule, just simply got rid of him, as if he was merely a flea.

But he was a monster, and they were humans, and his nose was blue. There's no way they can get along.

It doesn't matter to them whether you're a monster, cursed or a demon. Nakama are simply Nakama. Who cares what you are?

The sea is where he's headed to, for he is now a pirate, flying under a jolly roger, with people who he can consider family.

And underneath the cold, miserable sky, the soft pink of the sakura glows, reminding chopper that there is no sickness that cannot be cured, no one that is born alone.

Maybe being a monster isn't so bad after all, as long as he does what he can do, he is doing his part.

"If I can be of any help, I'll even become a real monster!"

I actually had a really hard time writing this since I was unable to form the progression and mood properly. The Drum island saga was a pain to write and imagine in a written form, and I am not very happy with this, but I had no other ideas.