My Shy Friend


My Shy Friend

(Manuel Hipólito Soler)

Hello, my name is Eddie, I am a seedeater. Months ago, I was walking through the forest, admiring the beautiful landscape, when I suddenly heard something like a cry. 

I felt worried, so I went to look for where it was coming. I found a little human kid crying under a big tree. When he realized that I was watching him, he started to shout. He was really scared of me. He ran away, but he forgot his backpack and a chocolate. 

I ran to him and I reached him, and I showed him his things, to make a sign of kindness. He stopped crying, and asked me who I was, what I was and what I wanted.

“I am Eddie, I am a seedeater, and I just want to help you” I answered. Of course, that little boy couldn’t believe my words, because of course I looked weird (if you don’t know, I tell you now: I am a mix between a werewolf and a birdman, and I only wear my mask and my skirt). 

- Why were you crying? – I asked him then. 

- I have gotten lost. I am scared, I want to go back with my schoolmates at the camp – he answered.

- Don’t worry little boy, I will help you to find your way back to the camp – I told him.


He offered me some chocolate. I accepted. It was the first time that I could taste chocolate, I only had an idea of what it was because I had watched and listened to other humans eating it by the camp zones.

- What do you usually eat? – he asked me suddenly. 

- I usually go to fish and hunt deers, but don’t worry, I just eat that kind of meat. Meanwhile, I also like fruit and veggies and seeds. And don’t worry, I don’t eat humans like you. Trust in me – I answered. 


After hours of walking to the south, where I was strongly sure that humans like that boy used to camp, we were both tired. Michael (yes, he told me his name) decided to rest and asked me to do the same. We sat down under another big tree and we continued talking. 

- Mister Seedeater, do you have a family?

- We usually live alone. I had a mother and a father, but after I turned sixteen, we separated. 

- Mister Seedeater, do you have a home? I mean, a house or a cabin or something.

- No, I simply sleep under trees or in the bushies. Ah, and you don’t have to be so formal, come on Michael, you can call me Eddie. 

- Eddie, do you like animals? 

- Yes, of course. I only eat deer meat and fish. Away from that, I love watching the snakes, the wolves, the bunnies, the foxes, the turtles, and I love the singing of the birds. 

- Did you like the chocolate?

- Yes, it was delicious.

At that moment, I heard something like steps. They sounded like human steps. 

- Michael, I think I heard something, could be your friends? I do not know if they would like to see me. I have to go – I told him.

- No Eddie! Don’t leave me please! 

- Don’t worry, I will hide near and watch if you need help. 


Effectively, it was about his friends and a group of adults, who found him. While they were retreating, he turned round and saluted me with his hand. Yes, I had got closer to see from a tree. 

I was quite happy to get him help, but at the same time, I started to think: it was my first close meeting with a human being, and I enjoyed it a lot because we were kind to each other… But what if it was the only meeting for the rest of time? Time passed, so I continued fishing and hunting deers while I wished to find another human kid to talk to, or even an adult. 

Finally, one day I was taking a nap in a bushie, when I woke up because I heard someone calling my name. It was Michael, with other children. Although he got lost, his family decided to move to a little town near this forest. We were both very happy. 

From that day, I lost my shyness to his friends. I didn’t want to be seen with him, because I thought that they would be scared as Michael did at the beginning and they would react wrong. At the present, Michael and other boys and girls often visit me. 

I am not shy anymore, I love playing with them. Michael is my best friend. He brings me a ball to play passes. He brings me magazines, books and comics and we read them. He brings me chocolate… And of course, we give each other the best: friendship. 

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*The character presented in this short story known as Eddie, is a seedeater. I have to clarify, just in case of legal copyright issues, that actually this good seedeater is a fan adaptation made by me. 

The original seedeater is an evil creepypasta character. That is, the seedeaters, in their original background stories, are evil beings. Their original author is a Canadian blogger known as Cliff Howry. In my case I just did a nice and different fanfic, which has nothing to do with the original creepypasta horror context. Here I let you a link to Cliff Howry’s blog, so if you want, you can check the original story of these creatures: https://seedeater.blogspot.com/ 

Greetings from Argentina and I hope you liked this story.


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