bastion had always been sad boy. usually he had no sort of evidence as to why. perhaps it was the world, society as itself. the weight of the world would be too much for anyone to bear, let alone a young teenage boy who was suffering from m e l a n c h o l y.

the young teenage boy had only one friend, his imaginary friend, vixen who had been there since the beginning when the m e l a n c h o l y started. vixen was a lively teenage boy. he was always there when bastion was feeling down, which was most of the time, unfortunately. vixen loved to color and draw with bastion. it was their own little way of coping together, safely.

vixen was the only person who bastion could c o n f i d e in. and the best part about having a friend like vixen was that no matter what vixen would love him regardless of anything.