Outside in the little play area behind the orphanage for the children, she sits alone in the grass, catching bugs with her hands in frustration, unable to catch any due to her lack of speed. She finally catches one, clasping a grasshopper tightly between the palms of her hands. With a sigh of relief, she slowly creaks open her hands to see that in her hands, instead of a living bug, it was now a fizzling, unrecognizable glop, melted. She grimaces, parting her hands and wiping it away. Shit...
Comments
1Tf2_Dunkin'
Creator
Pinned
15/07/2025