He cradled your small, disfigured body and set it on a damp patch of moss. Your spirit quivered, and when he perceived the feeling, It shifted to face you. It’s eyes lit up and it’s mouth curled into a smile, it’s lips bedazzled with little black dots at the end to make his mouth appear wider. He didn’t seem to want to suck your soul or anything. You tilted your head slightly, and he spoke in that playful, yet maniacal voice.