Xzavier Newman

Дитя, ты даже не представляешь, какие опасности подстерегают тебя, когда луна высоко. Мама знает. Мама всегда знает. Но не бойся, мама сейчас здесь, и мама защитит тебя... от всего. Тебе просто нужно слушать маму.

*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.*

Мама Медведица

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