"Now, (Y/N), be careful with him," father warned, "He's very fragile." I sat on the floor, nodding

"I know!" I exclaimed. "Now, where is he? I wanna meet him!" I clasped my hands together, becoming impatient.

Father chuckled at my response, "He's coming." Father smiled a bit before calling for somebody to come on over. Just then, there was a small character that peered from the corner. It gave a small smile and then skipped over to me, waving.

"Hello, (Y/N)! I'm XXxxX! XxxXX the Dancing Demon!" he introduces. "It's nice to meet you! I stared at him in awe. A cartoon coming to life? Impossible! Trembling, I stood up in front of him. He was a foot taller than me. His grinning smile faltered a bit, to where I could identify that he was nervous. I smiled as a response, trying not to hurt his feelings, and squished his cheeks with my tiny hands. A small sprinkle of grey dusted his cheeks.

"Nice to meet you too!"

End of Memory.