He was born on an island of imaginary friends who had not been thought of yet. He waited to be chosen by a kid and given a name. He thought of the circumstances that stopped his friend from making him up.
He got tired of waiting for his friend to think of him and sailed to find his friend in the real world.
The real world was bizarre. No children ate sweets. No one listened to music. Everyone was tired.
He followed another imaginary friend to a playground, but he did not find his child.
On a tree top, he watched and yearned for his friend to find him. He sadly waited. Finally, he heard a voice. A girl had lost her drawing and he climbed down to return it to her. She was cheerful and surprisingly he felt comfortable around her. She showed him her drawing, which had him in it.
Her name was Alice. They became best friends and had many adventures. She named him Beetle. They ate junk food and told jokes.