The Piñata Suprise

The next day

As the sun rises, I stretch out my limbs. 16 in number. They move, lightly. I focus on a certain direction. A deep sense of hatred stirs within me, and I can't help but to whack the air in front of me. I move around, practicing out certain moves on the air. Meanwhile, I haven't a clue exactly why I'm doing this, it just feels right. To move, once more, to finally see! I move towards the wall, further, and further. I hate the thing that's beyond. It's a deep sense, of primeval anger. They shall feel pain beyond the likes of which they have ever seen.  They are weak, and frail, while I am strong. They will perish in the future when I thrive. They are the only thing I have to defeat, the only thing. I see figures, young figures. They are the enemy! They are what caused this! They will pay! They have to, or life isn't just! It isn't right! I have to! Soon enough, my thoughts boil over. I notice the sun setting, once again. I continue to wave my limbs at them. The imbeciles think they're better than me! They think they're good, with their 2 legs. Their clothing. Their helmets. Their soft flesh. I'm stronger. I'm better. They have to adapt to me! I don't have to adapt to them! Soon enough, it is morning. Once again, I sit on the stool. My limbs begin to split, being plump, and large. They split in two, the previous ones migrating down, the new ones going up my body, slowly, occupying my lower belly. They are large, and move quite easily. They have one soft side, and one hard side. 32 limbs in total, now. My flesh grows taller, my beak longer. Around 4 and a half feet tall, now. A little taller, actually. My limbs now take up around half my body, being many in number. I pretty much just push myself forwards rapidly, where I then strike faster. Once again, I feel a deep hunger. I decide to go to the area where the wall points, or near, in order to get my next victim. I begin to slither out the door. I take the gutters and ceilings, and, soon, I arrive.