Chapter three: Change.

[Authors note: Later today a second chapter will be added, but right now my FF is having some 'technical errors' *grumblegrumble* EITHER WAY! I'm making up for not adding a chap last weekend…. Seeing as that is when I have time to update! SO! Enjoy this one and the next one later! ALSO! THANK YOU! all those people who ended up watching me X3 Im so happy!

I don't own tf yada yada yada…Do own Vendors name, Lena and this made up school X3

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Silence was all he could take in after the small human bounced her way off and down the hall. Taking frequent glances back and then to the sides. As if that other human in the blue suite should come back and see her trotting off with the soda he had provided.

Why had he done that again?

It would have just been smarter to not giver her the soda, much less returning the paper humans stuck inside him and expected more pieces back!

Though, his insides seemed to have it programmed to calculate the amount due back and she had counted it, eyed him and looked rather pleased and stunned.

Change, that was what the coins and paper he gave back (On rare occasion) as he had heard other pink things say.

Though, She had seen him give the older male human a soda, and she knew as well as he did there was a sign plastered to his front that read….something. Whatever it said though, it meant he didn't work.

Which was a lie. Beyond all belief.

And the machine went about proving this point by shifting in its place, glancing around, waiting a few nano-seconds before the last jingle of keys and then.

It stood up.

Splitting down the middle, arms and legs appearing and then finally stopping to give the altered soda machine a almost human appearance.

Now was his time. Away from all those annoying, loud, squealing, giggling, smelly, demanding creatures that believed they ruled this planet.

How something so…EWWW could rule, keep him in hiding, AND! Destroy others of his species he didn't know. In fact, he considered himself fortunate to have been able to hide! And go undetected for so long.

He didn't know much. Didn't even have a name as far as he knew. Not counting the names the things gave him when they were in foul moods.

Sighing loudly and just walking out into the gyms middle and stretching his legs and arms out to get out the craps being stuck in one form for to long left him with. Before he left his legs give so he could sit and look over his sides and growl about the new scrawlings he was left with.

"Those…STUPID things…uhg.."

He did, however, consider himself fortunate enough to have been able to fairly quickly learn there language, how to hide and which times were best to take his true form and lounge about.

Because One! one person, one single human out of all of these stinking, younglings, knew what he was.

And he hadn't cared, that surprised, shocked and made him highly suspicious.

But, the old man had gone about cleaning him, handing over some remover and something to fill in the newly etched words and told him to watch out and to not turn into his true form around the kids. Because they would freak and it would be to hard to explain.

He hadn't even been able to ask why the other had been so kind had not freaked, and what was wrong with the younglings.

Though he never transformed when he was there again, but he did give him the fizzy drink he always asked for.

He went about filling in the scratches and rubbing away pencil and sharpie. Grumbling about being defiled and how badly he could scare those..IDIOTS! if he didn't just even have the slightest bit of fear of them in numbers, or with weapons. He had seen them with weapons.

'

It hadn't been pretty.

Waking up to a war he had no idea about, what side he was supposed to fight for. And why he was being shot at immediately. It had frightened him, he had fled. Traveled and escaped. Call himself a coward but survival had been on his processor. The top priority. But those humans…and the way they had destroyed those even larger than himself!

So was that why he hid? He was afraid? No, that couldn't be the answer! He hid because it was in his nature, the smart thing to do and most importantly he didn't know where he would run if he was caught.

But, there were obviously those few humans, between the lines. That weren't out to kick, defile, or yell at him. (Or much less shove money in his face)

Though, He mused.

"Should watch out for those ones the most…."

Because, of course. The ones who didn't care were the ones that would be the first to notice when something 'normal' was done by him.

That meant that girl.

But that didn't mean he still couldn't have some fun!