They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 7]

Rare had moved from plant island to earth island, and from what he knew, he was doing quiet well. He had been invited back to Starhenge to meet back up with his brothers and the other celestials, but how much he hated the idea of going, he went anyways. He didn't even have a good reason. Nobody told him he had to, nobody he wanted to see was there, and he hated everyone there. On Starhenge, he sat by the building on the edge near the tree, not talking to anyone unless it was extremely very important—or it was Plant. He had taken a reading book, and a plane notebook where he could draw or write.
Plant had came over a few times during their gathering, and rare had silently scolded him for being antisocial. He still refused to talk to anyone though, keeping to himself while he listened to their conversations. Inside him, though, the voice in his head had taken shape—a new form which he could communicate to. The only thing to call this besides a imaginary friend was a tulpa, but he hated calling it that. They already were controversial, and he knew nobody else had one, or understood what they really were. He just opted to calling it an imaginary friend. It's form, currently, was that of a plan grey wubbox, like what was under his steptainum skin. It wanted—no, it needed more to it, but he could think of anything that would fit it. He needed more inspiration.
"Get inspiration from a place. Maybe that will spark a theme?"

"Sure, but right now, i've been to every island, and nothing works. I need something truly new and awesome. Nothing here has that."

"So, what if, like, they found a new island. Would that be inspiration?"

"I mean, maybe? But also, where else am i going to put my ideas? I always wanted some island where i could have my own friends and family—a place so i can replace these things. I don't want them to be my family."

"For crying out loud, Wubbox, your such a pessimist! Just—"

"Woa, thats a cool drawing!" Wubbox froze at the sound of Plant's voice. He was peaking around the corner and looking at his notebook.
"Oh, thanks. It's nothing, really."

"Are they a monster?"

"No, just my imagination. I always wondered what they would look like as real monsters though."

"Can i draw something?"

"Sure, but be careful."
He flipped to an empty page, then handed him the notebook and pencil. He watched as Plant began to scrabble a drawing.
"I can kinda draw a tweedle." He said, the image started to become more clear once he knew what it was.
"Well, it looks pretty good." Wubbox complimented. "Where did you learn to draw?"

"I just looked at the picture and tried to draw exactly. It looked awful, but i improved!"

"He is pretty good." The friend spoke.

"Hawthor!" They heard Earth yell out. Plant quickly looked up, obviously scared.
"I-I'm sorry." He said quickly, putting the notebook and pencil down before rushing off. Wubbox took his things, and scowled as he watched Earth start to scold him.

Plant looked up at him angrily. "What are you doing over there with him?"

"We were just talking. I know you hate him or whatever, but let it go, will you? You were kids."

"I will not stand by and watch you get taken controlled by a pillock!"

"I can do what i want with my life!" Plant yelled, turning around and covering his head.