Onyo sits in the cold, damp grass and cries alone. Nobody is there for him. There's nobody there to comfort him, nobody there to hug him, nobody there to tell him it's ok, but most of all, there's nobody there to love him. All he can do is sob, surrounded by the fog and loneliness. What a silly goose.

This is a remaster of "Poor Little Demon", my 3rd piece on Newgrounds.