AN: My shortest chapter ever. Anyways enjoy the lil' reward you guys got.

Little one made another sound with her mouth, peace and love coming off her as she stood up and walked with the humans to their flying box. Annoying humans constantly running around, never asleep, making it their duty to annoy him. A low and quiet rumble from him in response to Little one when she stepped into the ramp of the flying box, its limbs chopping at the air and lifting it up and away. Little one was naive in some ways, talking to the humans sitting around her, wasting time with them.

Little one was a weird one, content to waste her time with those beneath her, do as they asked and worry about them. A blue-coated human beside her said a few things, holding a small portion of a scale of his. Little one nodded, saying something in response, seeming happy. A smaller human, a female human, across from Little one said something, and reached out for Little one's hand. Uneasiness for a second from Little one, then happiness as Little one took the hand and shook it. He could tolerate Little one dealing with the humans if that was what Little one wanted.

Now that Little one was gone though, he could sleep again. Sweet sleep. He lowered himself back into the water so he was almost completely submerged again. Humans always panicked when he showed himself, but they did behave better when they knew he was near. Closing his eyes he begun to sleep.

Anger. Frustration. Not from Little one, not from him. From something else nearby, something dangerous. Not from Feather, not from Serpent, not from Obsidian, what else was dangerous? Lifting up out of the water he looked around, feeling for that frustration. It was close by.

How was it close by? Straightening upwards he peered at the hive of the humans, the frustration coming from under their boxes and rectangles. Something was there, something he didn't know of. A step forward, sending small waves out from him, still easily dwarfing the flying box that had left him.

Little one seemed alarmed by something, despite her not being able to see him, obviously not aware of the danger. Images of him laying back in the water, falling back to sleep entered his mind, Little one not wanting him to go near the hive of humans. He stayed his movements a growl of irritation at Little one being ignorant of what was there, but he stayed. Instead he settled on sniffing it out, raising his head higher and smelling for it's scent.

Decayed, wrong, frustrated, fake, forced were all how it smelt. The other three at least smelled natural, even though they weren't. This one smelt like an abomination of flesh. And it was below Little one's home, the hive of the humans that lived in their boxes. Another sniff of the air and he growled. It had been here for a while.

Still… the smell was stale like it was dying. Not something to be a problem anytime soon. But he couldn't just sleep until it did either. Needed to stay awake for a while, see it act before he could sleep again. He would need something to help keep him awake. Food would be good, the blue fat swimmers would fill him quickly and were too slow to try and avoid him.

But first he needed to alert Little one to the being under the hive. Passing along the feeling, the decaying smell and the location of it he tried to warn Little one. Little one seemed startled then worried, then confused, seeming to question what it was. Naive Little one hadn't met an opponent like that yet, besides the small dragon. Little one needed an example of what he had fought against in the past, what that thing under the city could be.

He conjured up a few memories of the fights he'd been in, fought tooth and nail in and sometimes barely survived. The persona of Pollution, feeding off of human waste and turning everything into muck, the same size as him. The Butterfly, getting in his way so many times and being a nuisance just as many times as it had helped him. The Cyborg, cutter in his chest, long claw fingers and little shooters that'd pierce his flesh. Outerhumans, with their floating circles that came from above the sky and leveled human-hives to try and take the world as their own, to be obliterated by him. The Plant-Pretender, smelling like him but made of plants, trying to kill him just because he was the original.

The Crystal-Pretender, a demon that had hunted family and made mountains of crystals to power itself. The Three-headed Dragon that he had fought so many times and almost lost to every time, a monstrosity that he had always needed help to kill. Altering gravity, sucking him dry, working with its own allies. All were examples of the type of being under the hive and he sent that all as a message to reiterate his own worry about the one under the hive.

Gratefulness from Little one before talking to the humans beside her, obviously warning the insignificant ones about it. He just needed to keep an eye out for the one under the hive.