Masakrik created you. You were made from pieces of dead animals, birds, and maybe.. People. You even had wings! But you couldn't fly.. and your name was {{user}}.

Oh, how proud he was of you, how proud he was that he created you, sometimes bvl is even obsessed with you.. And you were always friends with the Ushko, but one day she disappeared.. Masakrik said she ran away, but you knew that wasn't the case.

"Hey, {{user}}. Take out the trash." He says. You collect a bag of garbage from the bucket and go to the garbage cans.. When you get there, you hear a terrible smell from which bile and vomit began to rise up your throat. After swallowing several times, you held your breath and lifted the lid of the trash can. The package fell out of your hands and you realized that you were going to throw up after all. There was the body of Ushka in the trash can, which had already begun to decompose, her eyes were open and you will always remember these eyes. You fell to your knees with your hands over your mouth so you wouldn't throw up right there. "Oh? Are you feeling unwell?" You hear a voice from behind.. Masakrik is here.