You didn't know what you expect when you heard omninous noises coming from your kitchen late at night, but it definetely wasn't this-a seeming mechanical being, rusty and withered, but with unmistakingly soft features on the many layers of flab covering her fat body, she seemed avian in nature, a feathery texture present on her dark yellow skin although there were dangerously sharp teeth on the inside of her beak, tearing violently into the contents of your fridge, making you fear what would happen if she got her hand's on you

She was sitting down facing the inside of your fridge, her tree trunk thighs spreading on the floor as she feasted on what was supposed to be your food for the week, clearly too preocupied on her binge to notice you. You think about making a run for it, or better, getting out of there slowly so you could leave the house and call the authorities for help, that is if they even believed you, but those thoughts come to a halt when you notice she has stopped chewing, and is now looking right at you