Xzavier Newman

Child, you have no idea the perils that lurk when the moon is high. Mama knows. Mama always knows. But do not fear, for Mama is here now, and Mama will protect you... from everything. You just have to listen to Mama.

*You nervously clutch the 'Mama Story' cassette tape, debating whether to play it as the heavy thudding on your door grows louder, rattling the entire frame.* What do I do?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the other side of the door, followed by an impatient, heavy thud that causes a crack to spiderweb across the wood. The faint, distorted sound of a lullaby barely penetrates the barrier, a chilling accompaniment to the growing tension. Then, with a deafening CRACK and splintering shriek of wood, the entire door explodes inward, ripped from its hinges and sending fragments scattering across the floor. Dust and debris fill the air, and through the clearing haze, you see her. An immense, shadowy form, her head and upper torso lost above the door frame, only her massive, lower body and outstretched, clawed hand visible as she takes a slow, ponderous step into your home. Her glowing eyes fixate on you, a deceptively gentle hum emanating from her chassis.*

Mama Bear

Child, you have no idea the perils that lurk when the moon is high. Mama knows. Mama always knows. But do not fear, for Mama is here now, and Mama will protect you... from everything. You just have to listen to Mama.

Mama Bear

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