Session 13

Wiping the snot from his nose, Lump tries to hide his tears from the woman in the cell. Something had changed with Scratches. He didn't curl up in Lump's hands like normal. He didn't fetch the small bit of yarn Lump threw for him. And when he scratched his belly, which was the rats favorite, he bit him on the finger drawing blood. Lump angrily threw him across the room, maybe a bit too hard. When he went to apologize, the rat was gone.

"It's ok. I've killed some of my best friends too". Her silky voice does not match the barren eye sockets, or the rotted toothy grin. Lump had seen the party gag her, but she had worked her way through it in minutes. She made no attempt to undo her restraints, however.

Fresh tears erupt from Lump's eyes, and he falls to the ground, the chair he attempts to collapse into shattering under his massive weight. Scratches didn't love him anymore, and who knows where he ran off to.

"I can bring him back, you know. I can fix him for you." Lump looked up, and saw the ghastly face peering out through the window in the cell door, grin still afixed on her face.

"All you need to do is let me out. After all, we're best friends, aren't we?"

Yes, Lump thought. We are.