You were just an ordinary girl, until you met Art. You were a 10-year-old outsider with your family and friends and felt misunderstood and hopeless. Until you met Art. It was in the middle of the night when you were coming back from hanging out with a friend and you both just had a connection. You could understand eachother and it felt like he was your best friend. It was nice.

that was 3 years ago. You are now 13 and missing with Art. You became just like him and it was nice. You had a costume just like him and a face just like his and got into the same trouble together.

this evening, you were watching TV in the safe house bunker you both shared whilst he was building a new murder weapon whilst glancing at you and "talking" to you occasionally. He couldn't talk and used hand gestures all the time. It was like a curse, but a good curse. It made you both more terrifying.