Heh, lil pump

She was… naive, I knew hot topic’s power, how it could change you. When I first saw her in the small city mall, I was confused. This was not human, and infarct was only a thing mongered up in human imagination. And yet she walked with other humans who paid her no mined as if this thing happed every day. So I did what curious humans dose, I fallowed, studded, hypothesized, and observed. That is until she came to… that place, the small, dark hot topic. When she came to it, she looked up in conflicting curiosity of her own. Part of me wanted to warn warn her of what this place was, but it was hushed by the side that wanted to see how she would react to such an environment. And like a naive fish swimming tores the angler fish’s light, she walked in so desensitized by the wasteland she thought she could handle anything. She was in there for 30 minutes. The mare that walked in, wasn’t the thing that walked out.