Duality Of Abnormality

Breaking And Entering

Massacre had been lying in a hammock swaying side to side without a care in the world, having no respect for personal boundaries or trespassing, in fact Massacre had just about little to no regard for human laws or even their hilariously overrated concept of moral. Massacre was a wild card, doing what she wants as she will and not a thing will stand in her way.

Where exactly was this hammock had been Massacre lying in just some stranger's backyard of course. Massacre didn't own a hammock, she thought about stealing this one, but she figured it was too much of a hassle. Eventually she got anxious from lying down, she needed to stretch and move around, she was feeling rather snackish, more than usual, standing up she made her way through the unlocked door sliding door. Which led directly to the kitchen, Massacre picked up a family picture in a frame, looking at the what could only imagine was the mother seeing as there was a little girl and a man in the picture as well, admiring the appearance of the man's wife Massacre muttered to herself

"Hmm, she's beautiful" she set the picture back down and began searching cupboards, all she found was protein powder. She found some snacks as well, a half eaten family size bag of potato chips, four chocolate chip s'mores granola bars and some assorted trail mix "What is this house going on a camping trip or something"

She rolled her eyes packing her bag with the snacks, saving them for later.

She began making her a protein shake, she was snackish more then usual but that's what marijuana use will do to you. Massacre had a craving for the munchies, the protein shake would at least hold her over, even if she really didn't need to eat. All of the sudden Massacre heard footsteps coming down the stairs, light footsteps and not rushed, a waking child she assumed. She needed to act quickly. Massacre took one more look at the picture and changed her appearance from her natural Abomination form to match the child's mother in the picture she kept her back turned to avoid approach

She heard the voice of the little girl speak, addressing Mass in a tired tone that you would expect to hear, "mom,," the little girl rubbed her eyes, Massacre nervously responded she was on thin ice. One wrong move and this child would see through her disguise. Children are like that, investigative little buggers they know their parents like they know their way to the bathroom when they gotta go. Be vague and a generic parent, not that Mass really even knew how to do that, leaving her to improvise, try appealing to the kid's concern. "What's wrong sweetie, you're up late, did you have another nightmare." Mass didn't know what the mother's voice sounded like, she did only have a photo to use as a reference.

If there is anything children are best at it's asking questions. "Mom, what happened to your voice"

Massacre wanted to say she had a Sore throat, but the murderous imagination she had came up with something far different

"Uh,,, crushed trachea, I mean punctured esophagus no let try again sore throat, yeah mom's has a sore throat sweetie."

The little girl was too tired to understand Massacre's big words but the girl began to sniffle and cry. Holding her arms over her head, curling into a ball, a defensive mechanism to fear, She began repeating the words, I just wanna wake up, go away go away, I don't know who you are but just go away, YOU'RE NOT REAL!"

Massacre was confused and nervously laughed

" Whatever do you mean sweetie, I know you're frightened by your nightmares, but I can tuck you in an check under the bed and in your closet for monsters, just so you can sleep safely knowing that all the bad dreams are not real pumpkin."

The little girl muttered but Massacre heard clearly

" You're not my mom, My- my mommy's dead, she was murdered, so- so who are you, and why are you haunting me."