NNT ONE SHOTS

Bullied

T R I S T A N

SUMMARY: Tristan gets bullied for being a hybrid, but for that very reason he refuses to tell anyone.

TIME LINE: Tristan is 12

THIRD PERSON POV-

Tristan sat in his room, crying, only comforted by his Fossa screech.
"Why is this happening to me?" He mumbled. He had had a rough day, although...everyday was a rough day now.

Tristan's magic was awakening, and no, not his original magical power s as he'd hoped, but the mixed powers within him he had gotten from being a hybrid between human, goddess, and demon.

But today was especially bad as a few kids had taken to bullying him when they saw bus one demonic wing, and his other goddess wing. One of each made him look weird...it just fishy look right. And the kids still grew up being told horror stories of the demons, so that was of course the side they focused on when bullying him.
Even some of his former friends had turned their backs to him when he began displaying demonic features.

Tristan has nobody to talk to about this other than screech. Which is what he did.

"I can't really tell mom and dad...especially dad... he's a demon too after all, and the last thing I'd want to do is hurt him..... I'm a big boy.. I can handle this myself"

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"I could not....I could not handle it!" Tristan said the next day, crying in his room again, but this time his face was hidden in his arms, hiding the black eye he'd gotten when he'd tried to stand up for himself and the demon race...
"Why are they so mean? Just because I'm part demon doesn't mean I'm not still the same old Tristan....I hasn't changed... I've always been like this...."

Screech sensed Tristan's distress as well as sending that he was hurt, so he started nudging Tristan's arms.
"Screech stopppp" Tristan whined through his tears, but screech was relentless and finally by nudging his arms Tristan's black eye became visible... and with that screech started kicking the bruised parts around his eye, thinking it'd become all better, like when animals lick their own wounds.
It didn't help the pain but it helped with the emotions.
Tristan chuckled through the tears, and petted screech's head.
"Thanks screech..."

But soon enough the bad thoughts started surfacing again as Tristan wondered how he'd keep this a secret from his parents. After all the black eye was quite noticeable.
".....hmmmmmm" he hummed, thinking of a solution. Then he remembered one if his mother's old pictures, a picture where he hair was covering her right eye.
"It's worth a shot"

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The shot hit a bullseye.
Tristan did not like the hairstyle, but he told himself that if was just till the bruising had faded.
He'd even tricker his parents into accept the new hairstyle using a perfect mix between "I want to look like mom" and "it's just a phase"

So now he was out in town again. Unfortunately to go to the forest he washed to go to he had to go through the neighborhood of the kids that bullied him. He was just hoping they wouldn't care today, or that they weren't out on the street to see him.

His prayers was unfortunately not heard as he heard fast approaching footsteps behind him, and he prepared himself.

Then he was pulled roughly backwards by the hair.
"What are you doing here?! You're gross and horrible we don't want you here! Nobody does!" The bully, named Adam, said, still not letting go of Tristan's long hair.

Screech who was with him hissed loudly and bit Adam at his angles, but his knee high leather boots did so he couldn't feel a thing.
"Get way you pest! Probably had fleas! Like your owner" Adam sayd and kicked screech away.