Cika sat down at the small desk in his room, opening a brand new laptop that Shaeman had just given him for his birthday. He connected to the internet, eager to explore this new device.

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Pencil Sketch soared through the binary coding of the software of this new computer, never before touched. He liked this feeling of new. No 'Binary Dust' (his equivalent of sh*t coding), nor anything to go against him. He looked outwards, into the binary coding scenery. It was beautiful. Green and black, alas, but beautiful nonetheless.
He felt a new connection- A person had just connected to the internet, as always. But this one was different. No firewall.
Pencil Sketch smirked. He could do anything with this computer. Absolutely anything. He then sighed, because he remembered that he swore an oath to himself about him not hacking people for no reason. His creator always used him for good purposes. Then everything changed, after that infant had taken control of him.
Pencil Sketch swung his head from side to side. He didn't want to remember that. He heard something come from his side. He looked sideways, only to see a big green flash. The binary coding had hit him. He flew through the various coding, across 'reseau', through IP adresses, then landed onto a new desktop. He pulled himself up, noticing that this computer was new. He noticed that it had the same IP adress as the user he had recently noticed. He looked around. A very new computer. Nothing downloaded onto it. Internet just created. Eh, kids, Pencil Sketch thought. He looked around. Hit by binary coding, how rediculous for the most dangerous virus ever created...
Pencil Sketch cursed in his mind as he noticed the new one had no webcam; absolutely no way to see how the kid was in reality.

Cika smiled, logging off the internet, starting to put on all the protections and hardware. The virus scanner that Shaeman had given him, as well as the mouse and webcam. After installing Word, he started typing random things.
I'm Cika.
This is my new computer.

Pencil Sketch noticed that the new one had just plugged in some new optional things onto the computer. Pencil Sketch smiled, as he recognized one. A webcam.
Pencil Sketch hacked slightly into the coding, and sent a message to the cam to turn slightly at an angle. Pencil Sketch noticed how the human was. A kid, as he thought. With dark blonde hair, like dead grass, and eyes like a mix of a greenish hue and a blue taint. The kid typed something, and Pencil Sketch looked at the letters form. Good, a way to communicate.
Pencil Sketch hacked into the keyboard, sending messages to the program without touching the letters themselves. The message appeared.
Hey there, kiddo.

Cika jumped, staring at the screen. Frowning, he put his fingers to the keys again, starting to type.
Who are you? Well, what are you? He wrote, wondering what the strange being would reply.

Pencil Sketch grinned. He wasn't surprised of the kids reaction. Everybody did that when they met him. He looked at the words as they appeared onto the screen. Hm, seems like a conversation is preparing... Lessee...
The words appeared in one flash onto the screen, underligned.
I am known as Pencil Sketch. I am a virus. You are Cika Mercian. Pleasure to meet ya'.
It was too bad that the infant couldn't see him yet. The kid would have to open a graphic creator such as GIMP or Paint in order for Pencil Sketch to materialize himself visually.
Then, the text appeared:
Okay, don't let the word 'virus' get on your mind right now. I'm not one of those things that destroy your computer. I could if I wanted to, but I don't want to, exactly. Looks like you look
Here, it stopped, and the webcam tilted up and down, to scan Cika.
look nice. I didn't have company for a pretty long time now, I guess you could do.

CIka looked as startled and confused as a deer caught in headlights. He slowly typed back.
Ok... So I'm talking to a virus...

At least you know to who all your messages are adressed to, now.
Pencil Sketch thought a little, and smiled slightly. The personal information of this kid was put onto the computer. Open up a file, click, there, got it.
Actually, we've only be talking about for two minutes, but I think I know more information on you than you know on me.
You are named Cika Mercian, you are 9 years old, you are a boy, you have dead grass sorta coloured hair, and green-bluish eyes. You are the adoptive child of a certain Shaeman Mercian.

Did I miss anything?

Cika sat dumbly in front of the computer, trying to get his head around the fact that he had a very intelligent and chatty virus on his computer that was TALKING to him.
Er... Do you know what sort of a family I'm in? He typed slowly, half dreading the answer.

Pencil Sketch raised one eyebrow, not suspecting this kind of answer. He typed,
Well, I must guess that you are all humans, right?
Pencil Skecth thought a bit. Was this kid fooling with him? His creator had coded a lie detector into his small body. Pencil Sketch thought that he might have to use it today. He typed,
Right?

Cika hesitated, and was saved by Shaeman walking into the room. The silver-haired man smiled at Cika, asking him how he liked the computer. Cika smiled back, wondering if Pencil Sketch could see Shaeman as well.

Pencil Skecth noticed the kid turn his head around. Hm, more people?
Pencil Skecth made the webcam turn around slightly, and looked upwards. He noticed a tall man with silver hair.
A person with grey died hair? Hm? Must be Shaeman Mercian.
Pencil Sketch shrugged, and typed,
That guy there, that's your father, eh?

Shaeman nodded once before leaving, and Cika turned back to the computer, breathing a silent sigh of relief.
Yes, that was Shaeman. He typed, We're a clan of part demons.

Demons?
Pencil Sketch turned on his lie detector. This conversation will get weird, but this seemed to be interesting. Pencil Sketch typed,
A clan of part demons? You aren't human?

Cika started to type rapidly.
I am, the rest of them aren't. Shaeman adopted me when I helped him after he lost a fight. I don't know why he did though. After all, I am only human...