POV:You've decided to take Screech home.

Bon Appetit-JR

To those, who wanted to eat Screech.
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Something feels wrong.

What? Did you really think somebody will go to sleep with an unknown 100% real entity in your house, that can kill you in 3 bites?

Sike!

You've actually pretend to be asleep. This murderous creature may seem cute, but you know that it actually would like to eat you. No matter how much you will feed it, it's bound to be monster eating humans. Humans, on human diet.

Once you've heard the door cracking, you prepared to catch the thing (again).
But this time you're not going to just put it in the jar. You prepared something else for it to see, or, shall you say feel?

That's right.

You had to wait some time for Screech to quietly come closer to you, your face if to be specific.
If Screech bites you in the face, does it mean it kisses you?

Sounds gae-

"Psst!"

By almost clapping to death poor entity with your hands like a fly, you've managed to take it hostage (again), but this time by bare hands.
Screech began its attempts to squueze its way out of your hands, which for you felt like a tickle torture, minus the uncanny feeling of moving tendrils.

Speaking of octopuses-

Once you've got up from the bed, and left your room, you came to the kitchen and trapped monster in the jar.
You began to prepare the stove: took and placed the pan on the stove, added some sunflower oil. Then you took tomatoes, and started to cut it in round, but slim tomato slices.
After placing an average size plate, and storing the tomato slices on it, you've took out some species, and some leaves for the decoration.

What about Screech?
It was having a stroke because of the light in the room, and didn't pay a single thing to what you were doing.
You're not sure if it's good or bad thing.
Mayhe both.

Anyways, you've decided to take saucepan's lid. And once everything was prepared, you came to the jar with Screech in it, and...

Took the jar,

Opened the jar,

Took Screech,

And...

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Y'all seriously though I'd write something like that? Lol.