A lone child wandered the empty roads of a town. A stuffed bear, made from rags clutched tightly in his arms. From a distance, this child appeared like any other. But when they’d turn their head two bull-like horns extended out from either side of his head. As one would get closer they would see the child has midnight black skin, and misshapen feet. He has six mouths, one where it’s supposed to be, then three on his chest and torso and two on his back. The ones on his body were curled into a seemingly permanent grin. He also had large, piercing red eyes with cat-like irises.
The child kept to the shadows, only his dimly glowing eyes visible in the darkness. He didn’t like being seen by others. He feared they would try to take his life. The child has been alone for quite some time. He had no parents and he had no idea what exactly he was. The only solid knowledge he had about himself was the name he knew he was given.
A door to one of the houses on the edge of the road flung open bathing the sidewalk in golden. Zalgo pressed his back against a building across from the house. A female slenderperson in a golden toga stepped out. It sparkled in the light along with the wreath around her head. He hair was tied into two tight rings on either side of her head. This made her look like a goddess. She moved to a large berry bush just outside her house. The slendergirl was maybe about 17 years of age. She began to gather berries for the meal her and her family were having. Zalgo watched her with interest holding his stuffed bear close. Would she see him if he got closer? The toddler pondered this for a minute before dashing across the dirt road, his little wings snapping out for balance. As he got closer Zalgo could smell the scent of freshly slaughtered human wafting from the open door.
Maybe they’d throw out the leftovers for feral monsters. He hoped so. The child hadn’t eaten much in days. Zalgo ducked behind a bush so he wouldn’t be seen. After making sure his horns weren’t poking out he watched the young slendergirl as she picked underrealm strawberries.
Eventually she finished and ran back inside. She shut the door behind her plunging the street into darkness once more.
Zalgo lingered there for a while longer before creeping out of the bush and to the window of the house. He looked up at it, a little too short to peer inside. The little monster stood on his tip-toes, tilting his head back so he can see in. The slendergirl approached her mother and father who sat at a table made of stone. On the table was the body of a human. She set down the berries on the table with the corpse. A mouth appeared on her face and she smiled at her parents before taking her seat. Then they joined hands and and bowed their heads, praying to the slenderperson goddess.
Zalgo heard her name was Iv’ika.
He watched them. Wondering what it’s like to have parents and a “family.” Suddenly the father’s head snapped toward the window, feeling Zalgo’s presence. Zalgo jumped and ducked below the window.
“Please don’t come outside.” He whispered in the only language he knew, old Realmian. The monster heard the clatter of a chair moving back. Knowing it meant someone was standing up, Zalgo bolted, his wings snapping out. He beat them as hard as he could trying to lift off the ground. He can’t outrun a full grown slenderperson if pursued. Zalgo flapped his wings and jump a little as he ran to get some air under his wings. Maybe. Just maybe he’ll be able to fly. His wings soon tired out though, as well as his legs, forcing him so slow his pace to a walk. The child fearfully glanced over his shoulder expecting to see someone come tearing down the road toward him. To his surprise and relief the streets were empty. Still wary he stopped and stood there. Waiting. For something. Anything. After a minute he breathed a sigh of relief, wings folding.
Zalgo looked down at his stuffed bear, which he had in a death grip. “That was a close one wasn’t it boogey?” He murmured. Zalgo surveyed his surroundings, he was on the edge of the dead forest. The trees whispered as he took a couple cautious steps in.
The trees in the forest are leafless and their branches reach for the sky like long spindly arms. The ends of the branches resemble open hands. The trees whisper and lure children into the forest where they take them and eat their souls. Because of this only adults go into the forest.
But Zalgo is a brave child.