You see, Johnny was all about letting himself go and be free with the wind- in the lyrical sense that is. He never let anything get him down at all. Not even on his worst day could a smile be taken from his face for too long... But that was all about to change.
Somewhere in a far off galaxy, there were two Flangthrangs fighting over who got the last piece of ixsnarx, which is a most delectable treat only found on Naicluv Prime, and one of them hiccupped. The sound of this hiccup scared a tilk fly that was aboard their ship and is phased through their hull and made for more pleasant parts of the galaxy where hiccups have never been heard of.
Unfortunately, the disturbance of the molecules of the ship's hull as the tilk fly passed through it was enough for the organic ship to be irritated at tilk flies for the rest of eternity. It made a vow on the spot to figure out how to eradicate these mangy creatures that don't even resemble a fly at all, but rather a miniature giraffe with tentacles instead of legs.
This negative thought pushed so hard on all of the positive thoughts in all of existence, that eventually, it wrapped itself around one of Johnny's. The negative consequences of this were disastrous, because it was one of his subconscious thoughts about his fear of the possibility of little dragons actually existing. This wove through his ethereal material like a bad mojo cake on the tray of happiness and eventually tapped into his genes. And the very next morning, after Johnny got out of the shower...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He looked wildly for one of his sister's hand mirrors that she kept in the bathroom to look at her hair. Throwing open a drawer, he threw things like a mad man on Sunday! Finding what he was looking for, he spun around quickly, with his back to the full mirror and slowly raised his sister's mirror to face the bitter truth.
"There's a pimple where my belt goes!!!" he screamed aloud. Right in the middle of his waist section was a pimple; big red and scary.
*BANG*BANG*BANG*
"Johnny! Quit your crying and get out of the bathroom! You're not the only one with plans today!" Susie was at the door demanding her time, so he wrapped up in a towel and hurried out to his room. Once safely there, he mustered up the courage to pop his problem and put a Band-Aid over it.
Had he known about the forces at work, he would have thought twice about that line of action. For when he put that Band-Aid on, the molecules from the sticky adhesive began to bind with his and the bandaid was soon a part of him. It melded and twisted and twirled (on a microscopic level of course), until the very next day.
When he went to take the Band-Aid off, he couldn't see it. Instead, to his horrific surprise, there was in fact a little spiky dragon tail coming out of his back.
And that is how Dragonboy came to be.
"We can choose our actions, but we cannot choose the consequences thereof."
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