Having to deal with the everyday struggle of hearing myself talk was heartbreaking enough. Hearing my voice from a creature monstrous and abominable was revolting in all manner possible.
I had no desire whatsoever to rest until I killed this endearing creature. It giggled right before my eyes, obviously enjoying the annoyance that was climbing my face.
"I guess we'll find out." It said the same thing again in my voice and laughed again, still latched onto me, seeming to have all the time in the world rather than throwing its long tongue at me and trying to destroy me.
I frowned, and somehow that single inaction sent some information straight into my head. I could sense it. Something was wrong.
