“Who are you and what do you want with us?” I heard my father’s voice as he skidded to a halt before my mother.
Father was a quite unique figure. He was scrawny, like, really thin to the point that he looks a bit sick, the fact that he already is pretty pale doesn’t exactly help him either, as the long black hair made quite the contrast.
Feeling a tinge of nostalgia as I saw him wearing his usual social clothes that he wore when working, I couldn’t help but feel that, as usual, seeing the scrawny looking father of mine holding such a large and dangerous looking knife didn’t exactly match what people would think of him.
Hmm, actually, I don’t think I know that one. Is it new to the collection?
I felt an odd sensation as the space distorted around me, but i still didn’t stop my unending assault against the very fabric of reality before me. Grabbing and twisting it until it would bend to my will, i quickly opened a rip that was just big enough for my small body to pass by. Quickly changing back to my feral form, i jumped through the space before it twisted itself back into shape, hiding the tear that threatened to destroy the very existence of this world.
Well, that is what would happen if i made a mistake, but after a few times doing that, you kind of get the hang of bending the space-time continuum.