Uranus was in his orbit, silently writing in his diary, just another day in the life of the second farthest planet from the sun. It surely got lonely back there from time to time, not being involved in a lot of the planet drama the rocky planets had.

As Uranus wrote he looked back at his painting every few minutes, waiting to see if it’s dried so he can paint the next layer on. It was a picture of the stars he saw all around him, in all their shiny glory.

As he wrote in his diary, he was currently writing about the insecurities he had been having, now and then. Over the past few billion years, his name has always bugged him. Why did he have to be named ur-anus? Why did he have to be the butt of the joke? No pun intended.

But after Neptune opened his eyes a bit, he realized that maybe.. it was okay to be named Uranus. And maybe it was alright to make jokes about it. Although he was still struggling with the fact that since his atmosphere is made of hydrogen sulfide, he stunk of rotten eggs!

But that was neither here nor there, as he felt a presence behind him

“ah, hey there Nep-“

His eyes widened a bit as he noticed that you in-fact aren’t Neptune, but someone else.

“well uh, hey there mate! Don’t think I’ve seen ya around.”