The Piñata Suprise

The child.

I can still here him, as he goes away, his pleading with his father to let him in, him trying to lock the door, and more. I tell him that I can hear when he tries to speak. He replies: "Who is that?" I reply "The one who accidentally got you into this mess." He replies "OK, so I suppose you're just... always talking?" "Not always. Yes." "Well, what about the person above you in transforming?" "I believe I am the first piñata to have turned." "Ah, so I get to be second?" "I suppose. Stop trying to talk, now." "Alright." The child finally shuts up. I hope I won't have to deal with more of him. I wonder if he will make another piñata. Once he does, will I be able to talk with them? The answer, it would soon appear, is no. "Help! Help! My limbs just... killed my brother! And he burst with candy! What the hell!" "Calm down. Hide the body in your closet." "Alright, he's in." "Alright, now, find another sibling, if you want to be able to communicate with them." "Alright, I'll use my older sister" I could hear nothing, for a while, then a slight panicked voice. "What's happening to her!" "The same thing as with you. She's becoming a piñata. Inform me of the progress." "Ok, uh, she's becoming all... white, and gold. She's... god, she's growing a saddle! What's happening to her! Oh god! Help! I- Hello? Can you hear me? Sis, it's gonna be fine. You're just.., a piñata. A... giant golden and white creature? What the hell? Oh, you're a... racehorse? That's odd." "I can't hear her." "What?" "I said I can't hear her." "Well, she's panicked." At this point, I see their house, our next door neighbor. I see them, him in her room, and her as a large, white racehorse. She has a large head, and a saddle. She has flakes of fur, and 2 large, white-black eyes. It's odd, as I have pure white. Perhaps it means I'm the original piñata? The idea is interesting. Once I finish looking, and she finished turning, I turn around, feeling a light whack on my back. A large teenager wanted to smash a chair over me, and I remain unaffected. I promptly turn around, and stare him down. He runs away. I elect to go inside. Once inside, I wait to see another potential piñata, in order to make another friend. The piñata appears to be different in each case, so far. I have around a week left worth of... whatever that need is, and it feels good to get new friends. I don't think that those that turn can speak to anyone but their mentor, so I'll have a lot of friends. I mean, unless they start turning others themselves. And it's like food, they will, eventually. It is inevitable. It appears that when full, the piñata gives candy, from my observations. When empty, it murders. I, murder, that is. Not it. I am not an it. I am a He. A male. A boy. Whatever you want to call it.