Monster Feel Bad Story

Ein was strange.  He was no conventional polygon, that was certain.  From a distance, he could pass for an octagon, or maybe even a decagon, but it didn't take long for others to notice how he was different.  When others got close, they could see the strange, limped way he moved around.  But this wasn't what made so many run away.  Nor was it his unsettling smile, nor the way you'd start itching if you looked at him too long, nor the way he growled at those he didn't like.  No, if anything about him was sure to send others running, it was his ninth side.  Sure, anyone was normal as long as they had an even number of sides, and even the pentagons were treated better than him.  As he walked the sidewalk, walking a respectful distance from other polygons and keeping his head down, he told himself it could be worse.  He could be one of those nameless 11-sided shapes.  

He reached the bus stop and waited.  There were other polygons already sitting on the bench, so he stood to the side, keeping his head down until he heard the screech of the bus tires coming to a stop.  He waited as the last of the other shapes embarked, and was making his way to the bus door when someone bolted past him, nearly knocking him over.  He looked up to see a circle, privileged and free of polygonal adversity, climbed the stairs and took his seat.  Ein tried getting back on, but the hexagonal bus driver closed the door.  

"No more room."  He said before the doors shut.  Ein was about to argue, but the bus sped down the road, leaving him with an ill temperament to manage and a cloud of exhaust to breathe around.  Circles were the worst.  They weren't even polygons, and everyone treated them like they were so perfect.  Just because... well, they were perfect.  How a child could develop into a set of all points perfectly equidistant from a center, Ein would never know.  Rather than chance it with another bus, Ein began to walk home, the chill of the autumn night starting to get to him.

Nonagonism wasn't a common condition.  It only happened one out of every eight times between a square father and a pentagon mother.  As far as Ein knew, he was the only nonagon in town, and everyone knew him by his ninth side.  He tried to ignore the person that had just tried to trip him and sped up his pace.  They all thought he was some kind of deficient freak, but his ninth side didn't get in the way of anything.  He could do anything as well as any other polygon, provided he was a given a fair chance to begin with, which he rarely ever was.

Then he died of being ugly, the end.