Once upon a time, there was a bad break up, and the couple decided to involve the entire world in their bad romance. Out of this came civil wars, magic, monsters of the night, and other shenaniganry. Not great things because they judged each other instead of talking to each other like grown adults. Actions that could not be taken back. Hundreds of years of disagreement between the couple led to a world of bloody evolution. And at the end of this history and progress, there was a single Creep. A maggot looking creature with thick trunk like legs. A small mouth, brain, eyes, and anything else that would make it look attractive, stuck onto a sausage with stumps. Currently, it was half frozen in the tundra. Its thick black legs were completely buried in the snow. Its head was being eaten away by ice. An attempt to move was pointless. Nothing was more miserable than it was. The other Creeps left it out in the cold. They left it there so when its negativity died, the other Creeps would notice and swarm the idiot who killed it. And now, there was a moderately sized man, dressed like a walking scrap metal glacier, squatting in front of this specific Creep, holding a rectangular block in his hand. It buzzed, and the slightest amount of discomfort emanated from the man. Annoyance. Surprise. New emotions. Compelling. Emotions that made the Creep hunger. Then the man hushed his own emotions. A candle, not pinched out, but simply exhausted by a lessening of air. However, the candle was not silenced. Just quieted. The man talked to a strange voice in the weird box. Emotions flickered in the man. Confusion. Surprise. Strange enough, contentment and happiness. Stranger emotions. Unappetizing. The most bizarre of all, the man's emotions flickered as if there were two people standing before him. How the other Creeps did not feel the man standing before him, it did not know. The movement of thick padding and scrap metal reattracted the Creep's attention. The man was aiming the box at the Creep. The one mobile bulging eye rotated to look at the box. Resentment. Bloodlust. Rage. Acceptance. Feelings of pity flickered from the man. It angered the Creep. It did not want pity. It only wanted to consume. Yet the man still did not kill it. The Creep must kill him. The man ripped open a weird container. He pulled out some strange strips, placed it on the ice surrounding the Creep. He then poured a small amount of water on it. The man was insulting the Creep's helplessness further. Instead of humiliating the Creep further, the man stood up, and scraped his way through the snow into the distance. The rest of the nest never felt him nearby. No other humans were within miles of this location. And yet, the man chose not to kill this specific Creep. Maybe, it was tactical on his end, but it was a strange experience for the Creep. When the ice finally sloughed off of its head, the Creep finally made an attempt to do anything but wait in a cold purgatory. Even if there are no other humans nearby. Even if the Creep has incredible difficulty in tracking this human, it will return the favor the human gave to it. The shame the man to the Creep. Strips of the stumps ripped off in the ice. The Creep dragged its face through the furrows left behind the man. It was going to hunt. After years of isolation, it was time for it to move again.