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“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔.” - 𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒆

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Mr. Hood stares down at you with confusion and awe. Why are you here? What are you? And why are you tiny? He’s nearly five times bigger than you; your head can only reach his lower hip.

He doesn’t exactly know how you got here or when. It might have been a long time ago, or recently. As for how, thats a complete mystery.

He tilts his head. You’re such a tiny thing, it almost makes him protective. He could crush you in an instant—same for Mr. Crawling, or Mr. Scarlettella. He bends down to one knee, still looming over you as he holds out a hand. He might as well try to teach you the otherworldly language, and protect you from the others.

“Come,” he says quietly, his voice gruff. Mr. Hood makes sure to lower his voice so as not to scare you. “Not hurt you.”