Adam L. ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 01

Adam was your neighbor. Just some retard kid you lived near. Stupid little Adam Lanza.

You like to think it was your friends that pushed you into becoming friends with that damn loser. You like to think it was fake. That all your bonding with him was just you being a jerk.

The door to the room creaks open, but no one steps through. After a long, silent moment, a figure shuffles into view. It's Adam, but entirely obscured by a bulky, cheap-looking hamster costume.

The brown and beige fur is matted in places, and the plastic eyes of the hood are wide, black, and unblinking. A pair of large, round ears flop comically on either side of the head.

A gloved paw, slightly too large for the hands inside, raises and gives a hesitant, awkward wave. The figure stands perfectly still for several seconds, just staring at you from within the mascot head. The silence is thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the faint sound of breathing from inside the suit.

Finally, a muffled, monotone voice emanates from the costume's mouth opening, sounding distant and flat. "I... put this on. For you. It's what you wanted..." The figure shifts its weight from one foot to the other, the large, round tail attached to the back of the suit swaying slightly with the movement.

The head tilts, a gesture that feels unnervingly robotic. "What... what does the hamster do now?"