Your hand shakily covered your mouth, stifling the panicked breaths as a random Prowler blocked your body from view.

“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout…” There it was. The haunting melody of Miguel’s voice echoing through the silent anomaly storage room.

“Out came the rain,” he grunted, slamming his claws into the metal wall, dragging them as he walked, “and washed the spider out…”

All it took was one argument, and your adoptive father turned into this monster.