The coil

Whammy's Orphanage for Gifted Children didn't allow pets. A popular rumor circulated in an everchanging loop amongst the abandoned kids there, and currently it's being told something like this:

"Once, there was a young, pretty girl who arrived here, all by herself but with an adorable puppy in her arms" all the young orphans went "Aaaw" simultaneously. The storyteller continues "I don't remember her name, but she had blonde hair, blue eyes and spoke with a really weird accent. Anyway, she knocked on the door, right here, a cold, rainy evening" he paused for a moment, you could practically observe how the excitement and fear was building up in the small children's faces. The onyx-haired youth turned to face the window, making a not-so-superfluously big deal of it. His audience mutually followed his gaze. "Much like tonight.." He uttered gravely. A collective shudder spread through the listeners. "Whammy, much younger than he is now of course, opened the door and peered down at her".

To his surprise, the boy realized how much he enjoyed frightening these kids, how simple it was to spread disturbance through their young, innocent minds. He grinned. "It turned out she was an orphan, just like us, and Whammy let her in to run the usual tests and such." The frightened audience nodded in silent remembrance. "After that, she was shown to a room, much like this one" He added with a devious smirk. Some of the more anxious children looked around, carefully examining the old, worn surfaces of the walls surrounding them. "And she fell asleep with the puppy coiled up in her arms, providing safety and security to this unusual and frightening situation." Several children was now deliberately avoiding his gaze, looked deeply into to a corner or examined the floorboards closely. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, for they all remembered their first night at Whammys's.

"When the little darling woke up in morning, her little sweetie was gone. Not a stray hair left behind"

Eyes widened, and some lips trembled. "And no matter how much she asked, no matter, how carefully she searched, no one ever found any puppy, or dog for that sake, in or around whammy's" A soft voice, unnaturally calm, was heard from the crowd "What happed to it, B?"

B smiled now. An unnerving, toothy grin, revealing a reddish tinge from a substance between his alarmingly sharp-looking teeth. "Well, I only know what they tell me" He was almost laughing now, while he observed silent tears streaming from the eyes of a particularly sensitive kid. "And, from what I hear, it wasn't particularly pretty." The volume of his voice rose dramatically "You all know that huge oven in the cellar, right? You've all hid behind it sometimes, have you not?" Someone must've nodded, for B continued. "did you really think the only thing to cremate in that oven was wood and coal? Then," his voice was suddenly nothing but a mere whisper. "Then, you were all sorely mistaken"