This is part of a mini series I'm doing where I write a story based on a picture I have favorited on deviantART. This particular one happens to coincide with my land of Nog.
In the land of Nog, monsters are taught that humans are to be feared, never trusted, and avoided at all costs. If you do come in contact with one, the best course of action is to scare them. Any monster who doesn't follow these rules is either stupid or soft. From the time he was a monsterling, Blindle was thought to fit such a description. His mother lived in denial of this fact for years, but Blindle's father had resigned himself that he had a wimp for a son. Blindle didn't like participating in the playful fights at school. He'd rather chase butterflies or stare up at the clouds and guess at the shapes they made. Blindle had few friends and even fewer once he became a full-grown monster. He whistled while worked at the factory and came home at night to watch TV and eat pizza, a very habitual creature.
One weekends, he liked to walk out to the bogs and philosophize about life and observe nature. It was his favorite past time. On one such excursion, he heard unusually light footsteps. Blindle hid behind a tree, as he was frightened easily, and tried to stop from shaking as he saw the vines move before him. A young boy, a human boy, parted the vines with his white fingers.
"Whoah! This place is so cool!" He wandered around the bog, staring at the weird trees with eyes and mutant-looking bugs.
Blindle watched the boy curiously. This was his first human seen up close, and he wasn't afraid. They didn't look like hideous, murderous beasts. "Sure, he looks kinda bald, but that's no reason to shun him. Oh no, he's near the sinking hole!"
Without leaving himself time for doubt, Blindle jumped out from his hiding spot and shouted to the boy, "Don't take another step or you'll sink!"
The lad looked up, terrified from hearing the deep gravelly voice, but he was also amazed at staring at such a lovable creature. He stepped backward and asked, "Are you a monster?"
"Yes, I'm Blindle. Are you a human?"
"Yeah," he stated incredulously. "My name's Timmy. So you're a real monster, with sharp fangs and everything?"
"Well, my fangs aren't as strong as some," Blindle blushed, "but I still can roar as ferociously as anyone else."
"Really?! Let me see!"
Blindle was all too happy to oblige.
"Awesome!"
"Thanks!" Blindle ambled a little closer. "What's the human world like?"
Timmy and Blindle talked for an hour, exploring the bog together. Before Timmy left, he promised he would visit Blindle again after school. Timmy couldn't come every weekday, but he and Blindle met three times a week. Blindle waited excitedly, rain or shine. He was willing to risk spending time with Timmy, even though being caught with a human could get him in serious trouble. Timmy rode on Blindle's back, they swam in the mire, swung through the trees, but their favorite game was hide and seek. Timmy would pretend he was a brave explorer, and then Blindle would pretend he was the bold human searching for monsters. It was great fun for both of them.
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