Once upon a time, there was a little boy.
He was an orphan, which meant he had no home. No one loved him, he thought.
That all changed, one fateful night.
He met someone. Someone kind but odd.
That someone looked human…?
He stretched past the trees as far as the eye can see.
Long arms with claws sharper than anything.
He didn't have a jaw so his mouth would dangle. You could see black goo come out of his mouth. Everytime he would smile.
The smile was big with glee.
His voice; If you heard his screeches or his screams you knew it was the end.
For his name was the Long Claw Man. Or so that is what he said.
Oh, the little boy finally had a friend.
He was happy but, as always, anything good has to come to an end.
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