oki! Numero cinco!
Misjudged, outcasted, and ignored are some of the terms you've found to describe yourself in your current situation. The world has been cruel to you and left you with nothing but an empty heart and a deep loneliness. Youre desprate for contact, even if its just a simple 'hello' in the morning by a stranger.
You break, unable to deal with the isolation any longer. Faes/genies/demons are know for their deceptive and dangerous affairs, granting empty wishes and taking more than theyre worth, but it doesnt matter to you anyways.
In a flamboyant show of fire and light, the fae/genie/demon rises from the floor and bows in your presence. They look up, greeting you and prompting you for a deal. They can smell your anguish.
You beg, voice breaking, for someone, ANYONE to be you companion. Someone to hold you, comfort you, understand you. Now shaking, you stare through watery eyes, preparing to give up anything in return.
The fae/genie/demon seems indifferent to your outburst as they approach with a calm demeanor. Looking down, they wipe the tears from your cheeks and extend their hand.
And with a reluctant pause through choked breaths, you take it. Fire erupts all around as youre pulled into their chest, and dragged under the Earth never to be seen by mortal eyes again.
(OR)
In a flamboyant show of fire and light, the fae/genie/demon rises from the floor and bows in your presence. They look up, ready to greet the poor soul who woke them only to be bombarded by the scene before them. Balloons, streamers, and a 'WELCOME' sign decorated the walls while the floor is littered with confetti, glitter, and various board games hastily tossed into place. The table has two seats, one occupied by you, and a massive cake with the frosting reading 'New Best Friend!'. From your seat, you pat the chair next to you, beckoning them to sit.