Cornelius

The bowl of mashed potatoes sat untouched in the corner. Suddenly a face appeared in the lukewarm bowl of disgusting purple potatoes. It was Cornelius. Somehow after 7 months he had managed to reincarnate himself, since he used to be a demonic pentagon shape. But the bigger question was, how had he found me?

The slimy substance proceeded to crawl out of the fragile China dish, and start in the direction of my body. "Nuh uh uh. Not today Cornelius!", I grabbed a prized katana sword from my backpack and chopped him to smithereens in all of about 30 seconds, yet somehow I still don't feel safe...

Now you're probably wondering what's happening here, but it's best if I start from the beginning of our little 'disagreement'.