Dante woke up in a bed, tired.

Dante sat up and jumped out of bed, hopping up and down excitedly as he dashed to the closet. He grabbed the nicest clothing he had and swapped it for the nightgown he had own. Dante is so excited, it's adoption day!

Dante jumped down the stairs and went to the kitchen to do his chores. Scrub the floor, wax until you can sparkles, was dishes Queen Annie forgot to wash, and he could go!

Dante was the first to be downstairs, his eyes practically star at this point, as he sat on the sparkling clean floor and watched the clock. 11:28. 11:29... Come on, come on! Time, move faster!

Dante heard footsteps and quickly stood up, turned around and bowed. "Good morning, Queen Annie!" Dante chirped.

"Yeah, yeah, morning kid. Ya did your chores?" Queen Annie said. Dante nodded with pride. He turned his attention away, just to see the time is now. It's almost, just a few more seconds!

Three, two... Yes, earlier than usual! It's adoption time!

Dante made an amazing first impression. He was polite, charming, cute, but no one wanted to adopt him. No one. But he understood. It's because he's a bad boy.

He didn't wait in the alley. He went in here instead. Papa wouldn't be able to find him now, all because he misbehaves. He's a bad kid, looking for other homes when there's a nice warm one with Mama and Papa. Maybe he should stop. Maybe...

"I-I would like to adopt that boy right, right there."

Dante looked up excitedly, to see a brown-haired man with a beard. He was about to get adopted! He skipped over there quicker than you can say his name before he paused. He looked over to the other boy, who was his big bully, get adopted right before his eyes by the same man.

"No one is ever going to adopt you, fag-te," his bully whispered in Dante's ears, he started to walk straight ahead with a smile, "Not now, not ever." The bully started acting really bubbly and happy, that new dad ate it right up, grabbed the bully's hand and walked out.

"Maybe he's right..." Dante said sadly to himself, "No one wanted to adopt me so far..."

Next adoption day, Dante didn't care. He tried to stay in the kitchen to do as much as he can slowly, but Queen Annie wasn't having it, she made Dante get out there. Dante sat in the corner, upset, barely moving. No one even noticed.

Week after week, adoption day after adoption day, nothing. That one day in the week is now as miserable as any other.

"I-I would like t-to adopt that cute, cute purple guy... p-please."

Dante felt a spark in his heart. He's talking about someone else, he's talking about someone else...

"Are you sure ya wanna adopt Dante? He's a hard kid, barely clean and always screaming like it's a playground."

... That's not even true. I'll be good, I promise... Please let it me be adopted.

"I-I'm sure."

"A'right, then. Kid's yours, sir, fill out these sheets and give me money."

Dante heard a big clang, like a big bag of cash. Then footsteps. He looked up, to see a brown-haired man with one brown eye, his hair was probably covering up the other one. "H-hey, a-are you ready t-to go home, b-bud?" Dante looked at the older man and nodded with a smile and sparkling eyes.