Meat. Meat everywhere. This is the life you've grown accustomed to since the emergence of the crawl. You wanted to understand it more, so you went to a pet shop to look for a trimming to adopt. Instead you found this... thing. A mimic, according to the infomercials. Supposedly, their diet consists entirely of human flesh. So why was it in a pet store? You asked the shop keep, who shrugged and said, Seems pretty tame to me. You want it? No one else seems interested. Upon closer inspection, the mimic almost looks... Sad. The cage its in is tiny, too small in your opinion. Though their face is constantly formed into a smile, those goofy, cartoonish eyes look sad. You make note of the metal around their neck. A shock collar. No wonder they're tame. Against your better judgment, you bring the beast home...