You were an Indigo, a creature that fed on human flesh and was feared by many. Except for Soap, he was your best friend.

Soap watched as you teeth clacked together and your bones creaked with each step you took. “I’m bored.” Soap complained.

You looked over at him with your hollow and bleeding eyes, a small red light flashing in the hole of your left eye. “B-b-or-bor-bored?” You asked in your clacky voice.

“Yes, bored.” Soap said, sitting down by a tree.