Alias: None

Type: Natural

Location: Civilized Area

Height/Weight: That of an average human.

Affiliation: Neutral



Notable Kills: Nothing special.

Final Fate:

Powers/Abilities: None.

Weakness: Anything conventional.

Scariness Factor:


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Don't run. Don't resist. Don't even scream.

"Use...the table of contents..."

He needs a brain. And skin. And maybe a soul.

Since when was hording corpse body parts EVER a good idea?!
No need to scare any crows here. They already jumped ship upon seeing him.

Pick a tale. Don't expect us to pay for the therapy bills.

"Pretzal? Don't mind if I do!"
Every teen girl's worst fears PERSONIFIED.

Boss music intensifies.

"I fell down these very same stairs. Now, I look like this."

Burn this book next to the Neverending Story.

Beautiful, we don't judge, but get us the FRAG away from her.