The TV was Smashed (Open)

    The television lay flat on the ground, the screen cracked into pieces, and the box completely smashed in half. Yokasf wondered why it was broken, as he stood over the wreckage. He had just come up from introducing himself with his dorm mates, who the most of them recognized the eldritch monster as the same one from the internet. He was either met with people demanding autographs or students screaming and jumping out of windows. It was a normal day in the life of a living internet Creepypasta.
    
    All Yokasf wanted to do was to then catch up on his list of dramas that are supposed to be playing on channel right now, but if it's broken, then there isn't really anything Yokasf could do. Instead of cursing the day, he just wandered to a seat and simply sat down. He stared at the ceiling, and froze in the position, not even vibrating. It was completely silent.

Sheridan wondered what this room was, the one he was venturing into right now. The school had a seemingly innumerable amount of rooms, each serving a different--and sometimes outright bizarre--purpose. He could walk for years and never find its end, it seemed. He was lost in his thoughts yet again when he was jolted back to reality by his suddenly disobedient guide dog, who jerked him forward. "What're you doin'? Ash!" The wolfdog in question was curious about the wreckage of the strange human device known as a television, and was determined to investigate what had brought about the end of this one.

"What the fu--what are you lookin' at? It can't be that interesting. Jesus Christ," Sheridan reprimanded his dog, though he knew it was futile. The little bastard was as stubborn as he was.

Yokasf heard an animal entering the room along with a person entering along with it. The human was questioning the dog, while it sniffed the television. Slowly turning his head, he stared deeply at the creature. Yokasf never had enough experience with animals, besides ominous bugs. He continued to stare, unblinking, fixated on the dog.

He held his gaze for several moments, and might as well be staring inside its soul. Yokasf observed every little detail about the dog. It's size, shape, color, body movements, menial thoughts, taste, smell, tail, teeth, and eyes were being shuffled into his head. He then looked at the human. It was average for a human, but it was a peculiar human, it touched with Yokasf eldritch curiosity.

Yokasf stood up and walked over to Sheridan. He stopped and remembered the first thing to human interaction; handshake. He took his hand a shook with varying amounts of force, from softly, to jackhammer madness.

A small boy enters the lounge with some white little flowers in his hands as he moves towards the dearly departed TV. He lays the flowers down on top of it then says a few words.

"sleep well, TV-san"

Holding his hands together as if in a prayer, then goes to sit inside the comfy beanbag as he just plops himself into it as his one shoe falls off. He had not yet been taught the art of tying shoe laces, and had spent most of his time either getting them tied by others or getting laceless shoes. He did not feel sorry for the TV that met its end at his hands, though he did not deal the finishing blow as the TV looked even worse then when he first met the contraption. This disaster that befell the object of everyone's desire to watch a drama. The boy knew nothing of the ways of the TV and to this day he does not regret what he did. The TV had threatened him without reason and so met its fate, as he then took a sip of the strawberry milk box with a straw in it that he found in one of the vending areas. He did not understand it much, but the strawberry milk was delicious to say the least.

Ash returned the gaze just as intently, scanning Yokasf in return. His ears flattened; a silent warning. He was quick to shield his true nature from the boy, not wanting him to cry out in shock upon discovering it. Humans and those like them were so curious about everything--it got rather annoying. He once didn't care much for humanity, until he was forced to serve Sheridan. He found his viewpoint had changed little by little. At least earth was more welcoming to him than the spirit-world.

Sheridan detected the sound of approaching footsteps and turned slightly in the direction from whence they were coming. He was caught by surprise when he felt someone grasp his hand. He almost yanked his hand back, tempted to give the stranger a piece of his mind for touching him without permission, but then he remembered that no one in this school was normal. Yokasf shook his hand, but clearly had no experience with the gesture.

"Who are you?" Sheridan attempted to keep his voice level, but the words came out as they always did--in a biting growl.

    Yokasf was confused about the tone of voice the human was making towards him. He was sure that this was the proper greeting to any stranger you met. Maybe this was one of those different cultures the humans have, maybe a more direct approach was more appropriate. So with great length, Yokasf began to hug Sheridan. A perfectly normal hug, just like in the movies, shortly after, Yokasf didn't think the hug wasn't enough, if he remembered correctly, group hugs were the most effective hugs that helped the main character to get back on their feet. So if many, many tentacles, that slivered out of Yokasf and wrapped around Sheridan's body, giving him a hug x7. 

    Another human, or Yokasf believed to be one, entered Yokasf view. He abandoned Sheridan, and hugged Kotaro with beanbag included, violating all sorts of laws that disallow this behavior. With this, Yokasf believed he was becoming great friends with others already. If he could felt human emotions, he would be happy.

As Sheridan felt a great amount of appendages wrap around him in what could only be described as a hug, any nasty remarks he may have thought up died on his tongue. The blind boy who was always ready with a sarcastic retort to any attempt at conversation was speechless. The gesture was so unexpected, so sudden, so godamn weird that he simply couldn't do anything.

Ash looked up at his frozen master, then at Yokasf, then back at Sheridan. This affirmed what he'd always believed: he would never understand humans--although Yokasf looked to be technically not human.

The boy got really confused as he got hugged without any permission as he was too confused to say anything. In the mess of this hug the other loose shoe flew into the air towards the dog. There was a dog here, a dog was a beautiful creature. As loyal as a following demon and it made the coolest woof woof bark noise the boy wished to hear again. However the boy was still in too much shock from the weird hug as his one foot was somehow pushed against the face of this hug invader. The person might have been a demon, however those tentacles were a bit creepy as the boy was not really scared. The boy was however a bit disturbed by the sudden attack of a hug, as his hair was glowing partially light brown and partially white. His eyes were wavering between brown and purple as if not sure which form to take.

The boy had mixed emotions before pouting as he looked to the side.
"Let go..." in a muffled soft voice that could even been mistaken for a small girl if you could not see the boy in question.
As usual the small boy Kotaro did not use the words please as manners was more of a human thing, and while he could use it sometimes it was extremely rare.

    Sensing a feeling of discontent, Yokasf had a question in mind. He thought about it, reflected it, and then put it to use, as he then released his grip on Kotaro. He got out a clean notebook from the insides of his tentacles, along side with a regular black-ink pen. He backed up several feet, until he slammed into the wall with a noticeable thump. Quickly, he wrote with a tentacles while having his arms holding up the notebook. On it, he drew a accurate picture of himself with a smiley face, which was complimented with hearts and stars and flowers and happy people, though it looked somewhat disturbing with the amount of ink he exaggerated on the paper, making it look like it came from a creepy exhibit from a museum.

He then tried to smile with his non-existent mouth, like how it appears in the drawing, but due to how reality is constantly different from fiction, the smile became a visage of all the bad things in the world, several mirrors or similar reflective objects in the lounge began to shatter. The fallen TV, also exploded into flames once the 'smile' reached full capacity, now distorting conventional facial limitations, and breaking several geometric laws in the process. A cow is mooing somewhere in the other side of the world.

The strange...thing...finally released its hold on Sheridan. Still disturbed, he shuffled back a few feet, putting distance between himself and the stranger until he could determine its intentions. He was tempted to retreat into the safety of the shadows, but didn't want the stranger to be freaked out if he suddenly vanished from sight. Ugh, sight. Such a troublesome and useless sense. He jumped slightly as he heard a sudden thump. What the...?

Ash studied the drawing that Yokasf held up, perplexed. Why did younglings always scribble on paper? He was about to search for a place to lie down and take a nap when he caught a glimpse of something strange. The chilling gleam of a demonic smile. Then, all went wrong in the world. As the television randomly burst into roaring flames, Ash used his harness to yank Sheridan back and away from the fire's deadly bite.

"Ow! Ash--" Sheridan cut himself off as he suddenly felt a searing heat erupt out of nowhere, vaguely to his right. Now realizing the danger, the blind boy continued to back away, recognizing the cracking sound. Fire. "What the fuck?"

The boy looked on as he was released from the weird monster as he wiped off his foot as if the face of the weird strange creature made his foot dirty. The weird monster had a notebook of sorts and began to back away,

Then the boy noticed someone shouting about ash as he noticed the TV had burst into flames as the fire enticed him as he began to blackout, the small boy was looking dazed and some part of the boy appeared to be excited as well. His heart began racing as he looked to the fire, the dog, the monster and the giant guy with the weird skin. The fire began to spread as the boy realized this might be dangerous he looked around for something to help, he noticed the small fridge which he remembered kept cold things he opened it and found a bunch of water bottles he took a few out and through one at the fire and the bottle just popped as small bursts of steam came out and plastic flew around the fire. He then felt that was not enough, the boy charged up his mana as his hair began to turn white as his eyes glowed purple.

The boy hit the fridge as hard as he could as the fridges cool icy chill went over the flames dousing them, but in the process the fridge was now also destroyed. Would this student lounge really be in good hands, they really needed to reinforce everything that came in the room. Little did the small boy know that this would be the day he lost a friend, a squishy friend he would forget about until the time came that they would need to meet again. It was then that the boy thought for a moment and asked.

"Who are you guys?"

The small boy looking towards the dog first as the most important one to him at the time.

    Yokasf realized something when the television burst into flames, and that is that his smile isn't really considered as an actual smile by human standards. Quickly, he unsmiled, and suddenly, all things were right with the world. Things are already going bad for Yokasf, and he knew it. He thought that he must of made a mistake somewhere, and now due to his mistakes, these humans in front of him will judge him with dislike. Or one human; he didn't feel the same presence with the tiny person.

    Instead of making things worse, Yokasf sat down at a chair and with his notebook, he scribbled. *Sorry.* along with a picture of Yokasf with a sad face. The extra appendages sprouting out of his figure were now visibly gone, and Yokasf drooped his head down, looking close to crying, if he had actually tear ducts to cry. Actually, the abomination started to slide under the chair, forcibly squishing himself under the dark depths and hiding from the world. Two glowing orbs are all that is left.