They call me the Pyro.
I don't remember when or why they started calling me that.
Miss Pauling says it means "spreader of fires."
I guess she means "spreader of happiness."
Every time I wake in our spawn, I wonder how the others, the "REDS," as my friends say, feel about me.
Don't they love "fire?"
The bubbly jet of rainbows I spread?
The bath of sparkles they are engulfed in?
I guess so.
After all, they always collapse in laughter when I cover them in it.
But something always bothers me.
Why do they lay still after I cover them in rainbows?
Why do they stop their laughter and joy?
I guess I'll have to find out myself.