Dave walked home after another depressing day at school. As usual, he was bullied. As usual, he got a bad grade. And as usual he would come home to his drunk father. He sat near a tree and pulled out his laptop, notebook, and pencil. He would often come and sit under this tree, writing his fanfiction. Oh, and he was also a furry. Some times, when his dad became too much, he would go under the tree and write stories about his character. He was an elephant, but for some reason, Dave could never figure out a good name for him. So he was simply reffered to as Dave the elephant. He would put the character in universes where it made sense for him to exist. He loved the character, and dreaded the day when he would have to grow up and let it go. But today was not that day.