Username:Saru
Name:Phobia (Other Beans have always been afraid of him, and to cover up their discomfort, they all took up bullying)
Gender:Male
Favorite song:Monster by Skillet.
Lost Cause by Imagine Dragons
History:I woke with a start. Something was wrong.
Why am I so wet? I wondered, turning my head up, towards the sky. It was raining. I scanned my surroundings, then curled up in the corner of the cardboard box.
Wait, box? My eyes widened with shock as I began to realize what must have happened. I flinched. How could they do this to me? What could I possibly have done to deserve abandonment? Suddenly I saw a pair of hands reach down to pick me up. I was too cold and wet to resist, and I hung limp in the person's arms. "Why are you all alone out here?" The human asked. I looked into her eyes wearily, then plopped my head down on the arm, shivering. She held me closer, putting me in her warm black jacket and wrapping me up.
As we arrived at her house, she spoke to me in a soothing, soft voice, and I felt myself nodding off.
I woke up in a nest of blankets and pillows in front of a blazing fire. I looked around. The human was asleep on the couch, across the room. I sneezed, then watched with wide eyes as she shot up and looked around. I stifled a snort. She heard me and looked closely at my face. "You have a cold.." She went into the kitchen and came out a few moments later with a steaming bowl of broth and a few cakes on a plate beside it. She set the tray down next to me and watched as I dug into the cakes, then the broth. I barely winced as the broth scorched my tongue. My belly full for the first time in what seemed like forever, I padded to the nest and plopped down in it. I was asleep in moments.
As I got older, we got used to each other and developed a bond that only existed between Owner and JBD. I came home from school one day with flattened ears and my tail dragging on the ground. My owner asked me how school was, but instead of my normal indifferent response of "Good", I just shrugged. She picked me up after looking at me. She was clearly concerned. "What's wrong? Are you sick?" I shrugged again. "The other kids...They're making fun of my darker fur. And that my parents abandoned me, they say that no one wants me" I looked up at her and scowled as she opened her mouth with a furious look in her eye. Sensing that she was about to do something rash, I squirmed out of her grasp and sulked to my room, throwing down my stuff.
The years went by, and the bullying got worse. I had week-long depression phases. I stopped socializing with my friends in favor of sulking through the hallways and sitting by myself instead of in groups to work. The teachers tried consoling me, but I usually just glared at the ground the whole time. Like they'd understand. I took up writing and art, and found I was quite good at both. I tried to write songs, several times, I really do love music, especially rock. All my attempts ended up in failure. My drawings were put up in the hallways, and as expected, got torn down by the other Jbd's. Every Saturday evening, I went to the local Coffee bar and read my poems aloud, hurrying off the stage at the end and throwing them away. I had no use for them, and I figured no one else did either. Several other Beans have told me I should convert my poems to songs, but I thought they were all tricking me into making a fool of myself on stage.
Once, I actually tried it. It came out okay, but I still had no background music for it, no guitar or drums or base, but who cares? I had found a new talent. I went straight to my owner to show her, and she gushed about how talented I was with a pen and some other stuff that I can't really remember. I looked down modestly, but still feeling a bit of pride at my work and how much she liked it. She then suggested I start a band, so I looked up at her. "I don't really want to be around other Beans." Her eyebrows set low over her eyes; she was clearly uncomfortable talking about my anti-social nature.
Personality:Sullen;;Phobia is a depressed little bean, I'm afraid. He's always been a bit darker than the other beans, and years of bullying didn't help.
Anti-Social;;As a result of years of torment, he has developed a strong dislike in social contact with other beans. The only time he speaks is when he is talking to his owner (Even then, only to say a few words before disappearing into his bedroom) and when he's on stage reading his poetry.
Suspicious;;Years of other Beans tricking him into being their friend, only to join the bullies, has rendered Phobia from a nice, innocent bean, to someone who thinks the world is against him. If another Bean walks up to him to say something, he immediately narrows his eyes and guards himself.
Short-Tempered;;Phobia is very short-tempered. If you don't know him, it's best to stay away.
Guarded;;Phobia was very open-mouthed when he was a younger bean. No one shared their secrets with him because he would accidentally blurt it out without thinking sometimes. His 'friends' in his first years of school listened intently as he spoke about himself and his life, then used it against him through bullying. He developed a strong guard, choosing each word as carefully as if he was handling a snake; one wrong move and it would turn around to lodge sharp fangs into him.
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