With exposed framing, the roof partially caved in, and cracks and dents in nearly everything, it was fair to say the dinosaur's growth had demolished Ty's bedroom. He laid on the bed partially pinned under his giant dinosaurian pet-lover and they stared at each other with a wicked grin.
"Well." Ty smiled warmly, watching the hadrosaur shift uncomfortably. "I suppose I could just teleport us, or shrink you, or literally do anything, but where's the fun in that?"
"Explain," Paris smirked. She snorted to herself. "And make it quick, I'm starting to get a cramp."
"Wanna wreck the place?"
The hadrosaur blinked and looked around nervously. "Er... you mean... destroy your house? Haven't we done enough, love?"
Ty briefly launched into an explanation about his step parents, his awful life, and Dustin. Paris listened patiently, despite her discomfort, and her face turned cold and stern as he related the terrible details.
"I see." Paris nodded gently. "Well." She casually stretched her leg and smashed out another piece of wall. She smirked evilly and looked back to Ty. "Yes, darling. I certainly have the strength at this size to seriously destroy this house." She paused, shook her head, and hooted deeply. A noise that reverberated through the remains of Ty's room. "But I'm not going to."
"No?" Ty blushed.
"No." Paris repeated softly, shaking her head gently. "You just made me out of nothing, buddy. You nurtured me and cared for me and loved me. I know I'm kind of new to existing, and all that, but I don't think you're the kind of person who really wants to be cruel and petty."
The dinosaur made a good point. Ty took a moment to reflect and gulped. "You're right, Paris." He recalled the sense of duty he had felt for the hadrosaur earlier on when she was a simple plastic toy and gulped harder.
"Besides..." Paris blinked her soft blue eyes and lowered her head gently, rubbing her nose against Ty's chest and nuzzling it with the greatest care. "Wouldn't that make you no better than them? Just wrecking stuff? Being evil?"
"I-I guess so." Ty realized.
"So what are we going to do?" The hadrosaur shifted again, giggling as her tail snapped through the wall into the bathroom.
"Uh..." Ty laughed nervously. "I know what the right thing is."
"All right." Paris smiled. "I'll let you do your thing."
With a sigh, Ty willed Paris to retain her mind, memories, and personality and turn back into a tiny plastic inanimate dinosaur. With a literal blink she was gone. Ty gulped, crawled to the edge of the bed, and saw the tiny form of the plastic parasaurolophus sitting on its side in the rubble and dust. He looked around his room, got off the bed, and carefully picked up Paris in his palm. Then, he willed the room to fix itself. It did, in another blink. Everything was normal again.
Ty stared down at the dinosaur in his hand and took a deep breath. The only evidence of their wet love making and subsequent exploits was the strange leathery smell on Ty. He blushed deep red, carried Paris to the bathroom, and carefully set her down on the counter. He showered again, relieved, and pondered life. The dinosaur was more sensible than he was and she barely knew anything at all. He realized that in creating her he had created an individual with her own thoughts and opinions. That was a strange and really sobering realization. He had made a complex person from a little plastic dinosaur. As he finished his shower and emerged to towel off for the last time, he stared at the tiny lifeless toy and blinked several times.
Imagine, her very essence and mind locked into that lifeless plastic shell. He couldn't just take a dinosaur out into the streets with him and go for a walk. He was now responsible for her. Keeping her safe, fed, happy. He couldn't keep her a toy all the time. She was a living being. Or... could he? Wasn't that exactly the kind of cruelty she just said was wrong?
Confused, questions weighing heavy on him, Ty dried off, collected Paris, and went back to his room. He set the tiny saurian on his bed and got dressed. He threw together his backpack, some snacks, and carefully placed the hadrosaur in a side pocket, lovingly wrapping her in a cloth to keep her safe for the road ahead.
He headed out to the abandoned shack in the woods outside of town, where the teenagers usually hung out and drank. He knew the place well, it was an escape where he could vanish and sit with his thoughts.
After a long walk, he made it, and set down his backpack. He pulled out Paris, unwrapping her carefully, and stared at the dinosaur between his fingers, wondering what to do with her now.