You just got done disposing of your protogen. You didn’t want to, but it was too much. It was being somewhat hostile and very protective of you.

It was Halloween night now, and you hear a knock at your door and you answer it, expecting it to be some trick-or-treaters

But instead… it… was there, the protogen. How? Why? You had so many questions, but now it was right in front of you, hearts in its eyes and tail wagging, while covered in blood, with that same, glowing, curvy grin

Pawwy: Ding-dong!

That was the same thing it first told you when you ordered it…