Happiness.

I fail to comprehend what's so important about it that people choose to dedicate their already short lives in order to feel such a painfully temporary feeling. 

It's amazing just how ignorant humans are nowadays. They continue to ramble on about it, pout about it, and cry whenever it's not there.

But I suppose that's just how amazingly inept the human race is.

To think that the most complicated and intricate device in the entire universe can easily malfunction with something as trivial as emotions.

I don't understand them.

And it is that failure to understand their thought process that compels me to stand above and watch over them. Watch them despair and fall into the pits of sorrow that they have dug themselves into.

Like that girl for example. Her futile attempts to grasp at the most coveted emotion of them all in order to fill the void inside of her. 

Clinging onto a thread of hope, a hope to find an answer to her many questions, desperately holding onto it like her life depends on it without knowing that it's tearing her apart.

Or... could it be that she's fully aware of it?

Kikikikikiki... Interesting.

Even though she's clawing at the ground beneath her, deeper and deeper, in search for something. 

A typical, boring human you are indeed. 

I can never fathom the reasoning behind your senseless actions. All you humans are the same. 

In your constant chase for something to fill the emptiness within you, you believe that happiness is the answer to everything.

This is what I despise about you humans. Your desire for happiness and satisfaction is what's tearing your heart apart.

Don't you see? Happiness is merely the absence of sorrow, and sorrow is the absence of happiness. Positivity is nothing without negativity. Emotions are simply the absence  of something.

In other words, you are always empty. You humans are always empty. You dedicate your entire lives to filling the emptiness inside with more emptiness.

Why can't you see it?

There is nothing special about being happy, nor is there anything special about being sad. You are a slave to your own mind, a victim to your own actions, and a prisoner to your own heart.

But that's the reason why I am here standing in front of you. There is something about you that interests me. Something grand, something exciting, and...

Something that will surely sate my desire for entertainment.

I can see it in your eyes. Those lifeless eyes of yours that have lost their sparkle in your never-ending chase.

Why do you humans do it? Why would you go through such lengths for something so inconsequential, so insignificant, so worthless?

I don't understand a thing going through your pathetic mind.

But that's what interests me. 

You.

There is something about you that's different. 

Alright, I've made up my mind. You will be my first subject. 

I will help you out of your pit of despair. I will help you and grant your desire so that you can live again.

Now tell me.

What is your desire?