Celestial pulled Dave aside. “Say, Dave, can you explain what you are in detail?” Dave’s face stopped smiling, turning into a frown. His mouth closed for the first time without him eating anything, and he looked at something in the distance and back at Celestial. “Well?” Dave stepped back and sighed. “I was afraid someone was going to ask this question. Look, Celestial, I'm something people call a morphed. A morphed is when something is supposed to be one thing and turns into another. You know, I was supposed to be a flower, a rose if I remember, but then I started to grow into the thing you saw me as; the lengthy 45ft tall creature. When I finished growing, people thought I killed others. They stereotyped me as a serial killer! At first I played it off, y’know, people joking about it. Then the rumors came. Oh, that really grinded my gears. I just wanted to rip and tear, rip and tear, rip and tear each and everyone who started the rumors or carried them. But, I didn’t. I just let that sink in. I was tempted to jump off of dreality and just fall, forever, just me and the emptiness, so no one’s rumours could reach me, but I didn't do that either. I made an imaginary friend, Fish, and even though at that time he barely existed, he changed me. I had therapy sessions with him, and then I changed into Cray-Z Dave, the rumors stopped, and no one suspected that the 5 ft 2 in little gremlin was the serial killer that was 45ft tall. I’m just now getting to live my life.”
