Shrek's Pov:

All of my life, I've been an outcast.

I was born with ugly, green skin and a disgusting, large nose. My ears are shaped like tubas, and I have horrible fashion taste. Nobody likes me, and nobody ever will. After all, who would love a disgusting ogre like me? Not even the woman who birthed me cares at all. She says so everyday.

I live a meaningless existence, knowing that when I die, it won't impact anybody. They'll all go on with their lives, acting as if I was never a person at all. I bet I won't even get a gravestone, and if I did, they'd destroy it whenever they got the chance.

It's not like I can be angry about it, that's just how life is. We're all put into little boxes formed from stereotypes and forced to play our respective roles. All that I am is a hideous, destructive ogre, and that's all I ever will be. Nothing will change, whether I like it or not. I just have to live with the consequences of being born into this world.

"Get up, you lazy pig! You're going to be late for your first day of senior year!" My mother croaked from downstairs, smoking a cigarette while drinking a bottle of vodka at the same time.

Although tired, I sighed in relief. At least this time she didn't throw the bottle at me.

"Okay, I'll get ready," I responded, getting out of my bed, which was basically a blanket on the floor, and going through my drawers. I put on a grey, baggy hoodie and grabbed a hair tie, tying my non-existent hair into a messy bun. Then, I walked to the bathroom and stared into the mirror, my brown orbs staring back.

I cringed so hard that my face almost collapsed in on itself.

I looked so horrible it should be a crime. My features did not go with my hoodie at all, and since I had no hair, my messy bun was just... bald. Not only that, but I had started developing pimples, so now my face looked like pepperoni pizza.

Why was I cursed to be so damn ugly?

I was thinking about changing my outfit, but my mother called for me again, so I headed downstairs instead.

"Shrek, there you are! I made you dinner, you ugly brat, to celebrate you leaving after the school year is finished!"

I looked at the dining table, noticing a plate absolutely drenched in baked beans. Some of it was even falling off of the sides and onto the table, causing me to lick my lips in anticipation. Baked beans were my second favorite food, with onions being my first, obviously! My mother was turning out to be very sweet this time around.

"Thank you, mom! You outdid yourself this time!"

"I didn't ask for thanks, you unsalted fry! I already know that my cooking is the best in the entire world!! Gordon Ramsay's got nothing on this!"

I smiled and devoured the beans, savoring every last bite of them. Then, I let out a little toot and blushed bashfully.

"Oopsie, beans make me gassy," I said, giggling.

My mother gave me a look of disgust, so I took the memo and grabbed a piece of toast.

"Thanks again, Mom! I'm going to run to school now because I don't want to be late!"

And with that, I put it in my mouth and ran to school as fast as I could. After all, I didn't want to be late for the most important year of my life! That would just show everyone how much of a loser I was! Not that they didn't know, of course.

I arrived at the entrance after a long run and gazed upon the prison I was forced to attend for one last year.

The bricks that built it up looked like they were ready to give out, and the windows were covered in spider webs from the outside. A giant clock rested in the middle of the exterior, however it was always set to the time 6:90 pm, which I'm sure should be impossible. Vines wrapped around the building like a snake squeezing the life out of its prey, ready to devour it right afterwards.

Still, I know never to judge a book by its cover, especially since the principal had renovated the inside of the school now. At least, that's what he had said in his email, so this was going to be a great year! I could feel it in my bones!

Gaining some confidence, I sucked in a breath and opened the doors of Emem High. And as soon as I did, I saw the face of an angel. The face of somebody too good for this world.

Sonic, Sonic the hedgehog.

I immediately blushed, trying not to show that I was staring at him.

He and I had been pretty good friends back in kindergarten, when everybody didn't care about their social status. We played tag together (he always tagged me), ate lunch at the same table, and sometimes had sleepovers. It was an amazing friendship with an amazing person, and I always wish that I could go back and relive those days.

But now, we don't talk much anymore. Sonic is the most popular boy in school, after all. He can't afford to be around a loser like me because I could ruin his reputation. So, I understand, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt.

Especially since... I have a crush on him.

I always have, ever since the beginning of middle school, when he had picked some onions for me at the fair. They were the juiciest, thiccest, crunchiest things I had ever tasted. The flavors bounced in my mouth and blended together in such a spectacular way that I felt like Remy the rat. So that day, I knew that he was the one.

But, life isn't fair. And I know that Sonic will never live me back, no matter how much I wish he would.

I watched longingly as Sonic talked to one of his popular friends, Mike Wazowski, while Silver put his stuff in his locker.

Silver was Sonic's neighbor, so they became friends pretty quickly. I can't remember a time when they didn't know each other, honestly. But anyways, Silver isn't a very popular person, if that wasn't obvious. He usually does all of Sonic's work so that he can stay friends with the dude, and I guess Sonic never really thought anything of it, cause he allows him to. It's not like he treats him bad or anything, I guess it's just how their friendship works?

It works out for Silver in the end anyways, since he gets to sit at the popular table all of the time. I envy him because he gets to touch the stuff that Sonic touches. He gets to walk the same holy ground as the blue blur, and yet, I bet he thinks it's a normal thing.

Sonic stopped talking to Mike Wazowksi for a second before looking right at me. Then, he gave me an awkward wave and returned back to his conversation, making me blush even harder.

He noticed me!

Wait, he noticed me, crap! I shouldn't have stared at him too long, ugh! Now he probably thinks I'm a creep! But, I mean, that wave was pretty hot...

"Heya buddy, what do you think you're looking at?"

All of a sudden, I felt like I couldn't breathe. That voice... that cursed voice... I knew it all too well. Slowly, I turned around to see the same person I see in my nightmares.

Sans the skeleton.

He looked pissed, which was weird because he had a permanent smile due to being a skeleton and all. But nonetheless, I still felt my sins crawling on my back.

Sans and I have the roughest past imaginable. From kindergarten to now, he's been an absolute bully to me. Every waking moment, he reminds me that I'm unwanted in this world. It's almost like he's made it his life goal to torment me!

I shook slightly and avoided eye contact with the 4'5 skeleton, but he caught on pretty quickly.

"Did I rattle your bones with that question? Send a shiver down your spine, perhaps? Is there something you want to tell me, onion-boy?"

"I-"

"Shut up, I never said you could speak, now did I?" Sans chuckled at his own joke(?), getting into a whole fit before calming down shortly after. He then wiped a tear and looked at me with a much more menacing look. "Listen, how many times do I need to teach you this lesson, you ugly thing? Don't touch, talk to, or even look at what is mine. And, even though you're stupid, I know that you know who I'm talking about."

I glanced towards Sonic, causing him to slam me into the lockers with his telekinetic powers.

"What did I just say? Honestly, I'm surprised you even made it this far. You've always been a bother to me, like a mosquito bite or something. You're just annoying in general, Shrek. So, I'm going to leave you with one final warning. If you even breathe the same air as Sonic, I will literally absorb you, not kill you. Killing you would mean that you  would go to Heaven or something, but I don't want you to have an end to your life. I want you to forever stay in my consciousness, watching me live the life that you will never even get the simplest taste of. You will never rest easy, in fact I doubt you'll be able to even rest in that form, knowing that you will forever be stuck in a permanent cycle of torment. So, you know what you should and shouldn't do."

And with that, Sans brushed shoulders with me and walked over to Sonic, who was currently greeting him with a smile.

See, this is precisely why I try to stay back and hide with the crowd. Because when you don't stand out, despite how ugly I am, you aren't given negative attention. Even if that means getting no attention at all. I frown, walking to my homeroom class.

This was definitely not going to be the year I thought it would be.