Who wants to be my friend?

Once, there lived a couple of kids who considered me their friend. This was a very long time ago. I don’t know if they’re still alive. If they are, I hope things here or wherever they are, goes well for them. I wasn’t a part of their group until last summer. I had always wondered what was going on with them. White plastic pieces of the most white white and black plastic pieces of the blackest black. Every day, it was the same. I watched them design and create. They laughed and talked between themselves, but I remained on the outside. I was never really sure what they were doing. All I remember is seeing little white and black pieces being put down. If I had to take a guess, I’d say they were using plastic blocks. They smelled like plastic. I remember that here or there, they put a blue or green block into their creation. I don’t think they were blocks anymore, I’m not sure. I remember the first time they looked my way. They noticed me because I started moving. It was when they were singing and dancing. They were always singing and dancing. They were such happy kids, I had always wanted to get to know them better. I noticed they were smiling at me so I peeked my head out. They didn’t notice me approaching at first, but they smiled at me when they did. It was morning, but not yet noon. There was no sun in the sky, but they were still smiling. I saw happy fear in their eyes and my heart fluttered. They were so happy to see me, even though they were scared. Their fear was nothing to be ashamed of. I knew I looked terrifying. I knew I looked like a monster, and I didn’t mind that. I would never do anything to harm them. I had grown to love them, but I never had the courage to talk to them. I would watch them everyday. I watched them create. I watched them play and dance. I watched them sleep. I even watched them on the happy days, when they played with the others. But that’s all I did, watch. I didn’t know why they were so happy when they saw me. They shouldn’t have been. They didn’t know me yet, but I wanted them to. I wanted to be their friend. I wanted them to see past my horrible appearance and realize I’m not a monster. I wanted to be loved, and they were the first people I thought of whenever I considered the concept of love. I loved them so much, and I wanted them to love me too. I wanted to feel happy. I wanted someone to make me feel happy. I wanted to be their friend. So I approached them. I was too scared to talk, but I knew I had to tell them how I felt. I wanted them to know how much I loved them. I wanted them to know how much I wanted to be their friend. I approached them, and they let me. There was a long silence, but they let me come closer. I was about to talk, but they were ready first. There was another happy fear in their eyes, but they were ready to talk. “Do you want to be our friend?” They asked. “Yes, I do.” I said. “Good, because we want to be your friend.” They answered. They were both smiling at me. I remember the first time they noticed me, all the way to the last day we talked. They always had a smile on their face. Even when they were sad and afraid. Even here, when they were surrounded by the dead. Even when they saw what I had become. Whenever I think of them, I imagine their smiling faces. I’m going to miss them so much. I’m going to miss my first and only friends. I’m going to miss the only people who ever loved me. I’m going to miss the life I never thought I’d have. I’m going to miss it all. “Do you want to be our friend?” White said. “Yes, I do.” I said. “Good, because we want to be your friend.” Black answered. We talked for a while. They asked me questions and I asked them questions. They told me things and I told them things. We got to know each other. They were so happy, and I could tell they were excited. I was happy, too. I was the happiest I’ve ever been, and I was about to be even happier. “Do you want to see what we’ve been working on?” White asked. “Yes. I do.” I said. I remember what they were working on. We all remember what they were working on. It was the creation of a lifetime. They had been working on it since I saw them. Since I met them. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was the best creation the world has ever seen. It was The World. We stood on it for the first time. They were on the happy days, surrounded by everyone they loved. They held hands. They were smiling and crying. I smiled at them. I felt their tears. I felt their happiness. I felt their love. The last thing I remember is them smiling at me before they faded away. I remember the world as it crumbled into nothing. I remember that night as the last night. I remember the day I realized I was alone again. But I don’t remember when I woke up. I don’t remember when I realized what I had become. I don’t remember when I realized I was a part of their creation. I don’t remember when I realized they had created me and The World. I don’t remember when I realized they were gone. I noticed a crack on the ground. It was small and it spread. I watched it spread, and I felt a cold shiver run through me all the way to the bone. "What is this place?" I asked. I was alone, so I didn't talk to anybody. I knew that. I just talked to hear myself. There was nobody else to talk to. I had lost my friends. "What is this place?" I repeated. "What is this place?" I repeated again. "What is this place?" I repeated again and again. I thought about going out to look for them. I thought about looking for the other creations. I thought about many things. I thought about if I could survive on my own. But I was scared. I was so scared. I knew I wasn’t built for this. I was a monster. I was an abomination. I was here to make the world happier and brighter. I wasn’t made to survive and thrive. I was nothing but a pet. I had no future. I had no purpose. I was nothing. But I noticed the crack again. I knew I had to make sure it wasn’t a problem. I knew I had to keep their creation safe. I knew I couldn’t let it crumble. I knew I couldn’t let their memory fade away. I knew I couldn’t let them go. I walked with heavy and loud steps. I was too big for The World. I was too big for Creation. I was too big for anything they had made. But I had nowhere else to go. I had no other home. I had no other choice. I walked around, and I noticed all the cracks. There was so many. I didn’t know how to deal with all of them. I didn’t know where to start. I knew they would get bigger, and I knew they would crumble sooner or later. But I was going to do whatever it took to keep them safe. I was going to do whatever it took to keep them alive. I was going to do whatever it took to keep their creations alive. I was going to keep their creations alive. I was going to keep them safe. I was going to make sure they were okay with or without me. I was going to make sure they felt my love. I was going to make sure they felt the love of their creators. I was going to make sure they felt the love of my friends. They had been gone for days. There was no sign of them anywhere. I knew they were gone, but I wanted them to come back. I wanted them to come back and talk to me. I wanted them to smile at me. I wanted them to love me. I wanted them to be my friends again. But they never came. They never came back. I knew they weren’t going to come back. I knew they were gone. But I still waited. I still missed them. I still wished they were here. I still wanted them to be my friends. I wanted them back. I knew they were gone. I knew I couldn’t get them back. I knew I couldn’t see them again. But I still wanted them. I still wanted them to be my friends. I still loved them. I still wished they were here. I still wished they were with me. And then I saw them. I looked through a crack and I saw them. I looked through a crumble and I saw them. I looked through the end of the world and I saw them. I looked through the end of Creation and I saw them. I looked through the end of everything and I saw them. They were singing and dancing. There were happy and smiling. They had their arms around each other. They noticed me, and they waved. They noticed me, and they waved goodbye. I waved back. I wanted to go after them. I wanted to talk to them. I wanted them to stay. I wanted them to be my friends again. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be with them again. I wanted to be happy again. I wanted to be around happy people again. I wanted to see them smile again. But I couldn’t. They

Who wants to be my friend?

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