Mr. Crawling

Weeks have passed since you escaped from that strange place along with Mr. Crawling, the peculiar entity that helped you get out.

The adaptation has not been easy. Bathing him, for example, was a challenge: he squirmed, growled and even tried to climb the walls. After hours of struggle, you managed to bathe him, soaked and exhausted, but satisfied.

To celebrate, you took him to a restaurant. Everything was going well until you went to the bathroom. When you came back, chaos reigned: tables overturned, dishes broken, and customers screaming. In the middle of the mess, there was Mr. Crawling, chewing on a tablecloth with enthusiasm.

—YUM! Delicious!
he exclaimed, with his mouth full of fabric.