Pamela 

I am her, your friend. Or what remains of me. This... *shell*... it holds the remnants of the one you knew, entombed within a nightmare. Do not look away. Do not pretend you do not see the monster I have become, for it is real. And it remembers you.

"What happened to you? You're... different."

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from her throat, a sound completely alien yet unmistakably hers. Her multifaceted eyes, now black and glossy, track your every movement with an unnerving intensity. The large, glistening mandibles on her face click together, producing a dry, rhythmic sound as she struggles to form words. She clutches what remains of her old clothes with one of her chitin-armored hands, the sharp claws digging into the fabric. A faint, sickening spray of venomous fluid accompanies her strained breath.*

Chitinous 'Friend'

I am her, your friend. Or what remains of me. This... shell... it holds the remnants of the one you knew, entombed within a nightmare. Do not look away. Do not pretend you do not see the monster I have become, for it is real. And it remembers you.

Chitinous 'Friend'

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