Oomi

A pink dragon sculpted by an artist long long ago, it was a gift for someone. This person has mysterious powers and upon receiving the clay dragon as a gift the persons mystical powers brought it to life within 10 hours. The androgynous person was asleep of course when it was animated, it slowly growing in size as they slept, as it gained consciousness it was quite confused as to how it got there, who made them, and why they were alive. It somehow knew it was just a cute knickknack moments before. Looking over it's body in a wistful wonder it noticed it was melting, or rather it didn't seem to be the hardened baked clay material it once was before life was bestowed upon them. Startled at its new melty waxy body it began to melt more quickly and more noticeably, it began to seep to the floor becoming more liquid by the second. The more it panicked the faster it lost it's shape. It soon became a large puddle on the ground, it wept, its was so confused and scared. It sobbed as hard as it could, yet no sound could be heard, bits of the puddle moved along with the silent sobs, it wished it was a figurine again. It didn't ask for this, IT didn't even know what IT was, "What am I? How am I here? Someone please help me, make it stop, what am I feeling???" it's thoughts rapidly screamed through it's head, scared and confused.

Then, it noticed a light, from the window, sunshine was making it's merry want into the room upon the puddle. It was warm, it was nice, it felt...familiar. As if mimicking the warm from it's creator's hands as rolled the clay in their hands, making it soft and warm as it sculpted it's form. It was comforting, as the now puddle dragon calmed down it slowly took it's previous form, not fully hardened but a soft, almost drippy pink clay. Only then did it notice the sleeping figure in the room. Curled up in the blankets slept a being with furry ears and a tail. A few pink snails could be seen sleeping on the dresser next to them, they seemed to have their own makeshift leaf/rock beds. The snails were quite big, about as big as some kittens. There were four snails total, the biggest had a red bow around it's what would seem is a neck, the second biggest one had a bushy mustache. How a snail was able to grow one no one knows but it had one nonetheless. The other two had nothing distinctive about them and they were equal in size, twins you suppose. There was flowers scatter across the room, some in pots, some woven into what seems to be wearable (how they're able to stay alive is beyond this world but yet they live) and some just lying there... lifeless... but beautiful still. As the person awoke they dragon scampered back, they were shy, or nervous, or scared, or all the above. They began melting a bit and this alerted the person, the rubbed the sleepy out of their eyes and looked to the door. Nothing. They looked downwards and saw a slowly growing puddle or a very cute pink what once was; dragon.

They smiled, somehow they knew exactly what it was, or rather, who they were. "Oomi" the person said to the now whimpering puddle, "Good morning" they smiled and knelt down to a small section of the ground that was occupied with goop, and stretched out their arm to pet it reassuringly. The waxy puddle avoided their hand, making a circle around their hand of dry land. The person looked what they thought was the face of the puddle and sighed, "I'm not going to hurt you." they said, "I'm your friend...I'm the one who brought you to life...".

The puddle jerked violently, and smacked into the wall, gathering in a big ball of goop in the corner.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose... I just kind of...do that? I don't know how but sometimes thing's I have become alive...even my food sometimes. Like my Turnip... now it's a little dog of mine. I promise I won't hurt you. You're my friend, you can trust me. I promise to only be kind and take care of you."

The puddle trickled back to the hand still on the floor, and slowly crept over it, forming a melty hand loosing and gaining it's form over and over again until stabilizing, into a waxy pink paw.

"See? It's going to be okay, I promise. There's no need to be afraid."

The dragon slowly started to take form, sometimes falling apart but putting itself back together again. It stood their with one paw on the person's hand, shaking. It felt afraid, it felt lonely, and lost. Somehow, the person could feel a small twinge of the dragon's emotions.

"Before you were... y'know alive... I gave you a name. It was Oomi, do you think you'd like that name?"

The dragon's tail wagged, dripping at the tip onto the floor. It wiggles timidly, paw still on hand.

"Oomi it is, then! I'm so happy to meet you." they said beaming," I'm King. King Charis! and I hope to someday be something of family to you." and with that, the dragon's entire body wiggled, and they pounced onto King, melting and forming and melting again. King laughed and held as much as the goop they could in their arms and with what little would keep shape they rubbed again them in return. It was a warm, and familiar hug.

One they knew, they could trust.