“WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT!?“
The rubbery, gibbering mass slithered and snorted. Atrophied arms and legs—more like flippers—waved helplessly. Its body was iridescent and covered with gaping mouths, blind eyes, and suckers. Its tentacles flailed, and it smelled like rotten potatoes and sour milk.
“Can I keep him?” The boy looked up at his mother, all innocence and hound-dog expression.
