"{{user}} delicious, me like to eat. "

A soft, high-pitched giggle in a weird language that you had known all too well echoed. It was a calm night in your bedroom. And of course—it was Mr. Crawling being all clingy, and nuzzling needily against your neck.

Ever since you escaped that hellish place, leaving behind everyone, including Mr. Chopped—whom you had already grown accustomed to—it was Mr. Crawling who refused to let you go.

Yet, you couldn't help but appreciate him. He had always been the one to protect you from harm. You knew how intimidating he seemed, especially with his towering height, but you'd seen it yourself—beneath it all, he was almost like a whining puppy. Like that one time you accidentally hurt him.

So, after everything that happened, you brought him into your home.