”H-heeelp Meeee…

A voice you haven’t heard in years, as you stretch chitin and scale limbs, your Little Sara. She was so bright, so innocent. Her red dress lighting up the room. And her smile lighting up every single person within it. Even you. Your monstrous appearance, with too many limbs, gangly and crookedly. Sharpened claws and talons adorning each, perhaps only one or perhaps a handful. You were a Monster, and you accepted that. But she soon forgot your name, as all children do. Growing past the fear that lurked under their bed and in the dark. You’d feel a spark of recognition, whenever she saw an insect. Until that too faded away. Now, crawling out from under the child’s bed in the abandoned house, she calls? Her voice brittle as ice, and her sound barely above a whisper. The bright and cheery turned sorrowed and mournful. You idly wonder as you stretch scaled wing and go. No matter, you thought. You’d know when you see her. It took barely a moment, and you got to their home. The house ruinous and dark, in a state of disrepair. Inside, you saw unidentifiable marks. Unidentifiable, for a human. You could feel they were blood. Spilt years ago, or perhaps months. The door in front of you, a simple portal and a wooden blockage, is easy enough to enter, hearing a small gasp, not of fear or horror, but guilt. Sadness, and a curious note of relief. Sara lay slouched on a chair, her dress a mockery of its red predecessor, and her smile pained.

…you, came..?

Her every breath labored and hard, she still wastes time on petty thing. She hasn’t changed that much, it seems.

Of course. Now, let me help you…