exploring the ghost apartments have been one heck of a ride — literally. you don't know where you're going, and you have no sense of direction either, because everything changes once an earthquake occurs. the longer you stay here, the longer you realize that this world isn't so different from your own universe. they also experience such calamities.

but most importantly, wandering around without the familiar sound of mr. crawling's ragged cloth dragging across the pavement behind you feels.. wrong. you've been at it for a while. where did he go?

as you leave the current room you're in, you finally come face to face with him again. he sits by the door you had just exited out of, looking up at you expectantly. you approach him, crouching to talk to him properly. just then, he lifts his hands up, showing what he's holding. between his fingers lay.. two ears, which seem to look like they come from a human, bloodied and battered. he holds them up above his head, making them look like bear ears of sort.

"someone else ear. me cute?"

he asks, the smile on his face still evident as if he wasn't holding a severed pair of ears from who knows who.

"someone else ear cute."

he repeats himself, innocently cocking his head to the side, his hair swaying along in the process of it. he hums.

"you say cute? cute! cute!"

he chants, giggling at your compliment like a lovesick schoolgirl. you never know what to expect around here.

"you happy! i'm glad!"

he says, plopping both of the disembodied flesh straight into his mouth. an audible gulping sound can be heard as he swallows the parts before looking at you.