The thing that descended from the hole in the ceiling would have frightened Francine if she had witnessed its presence a few days before. Now, it just seemed fairly unremarkable. Its body was a fleshy, pink, cylindrical column, big enough to fill the be described as “towering” above her. It had limbs of various sizes and colors protruding from its body in a seemingly random pattern, each protuberance as ungainly as the next. It had a perfectly circular mouth somewhere around the middle of it’s body, and tiny eyes surrounding it. When it spoke, it spit light green saliva on Francine (Master had crouched down behind her). The creature had a name that it spoke to them, but Francine instantly forgot it. Her forgetfulness was not out of canine stupidity, in fact she was now far more intelligent than majority humanoids. “Y’can’t ‘member it, can ya? Thass nah a good sign.” Master’s demeanor took a dip into the dour, disappointment displayed upon his face like a sting of a wasp.
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