techyguy789

I was sitting in the living room of my mothers trailer, we were discussing about how we wish we didn't trade our souls for something, After A while of thinking my mother put out some sort of poster board
it was full of strange names, I don't remember the names only that they look strange. A little girl then knocked at our door, it seemed as if she had sold her soul as well and regretted it. She was saying that something was tormenting her, I remember telling her to choose a new name so she can have a new soul. I told her after she choose a new name it wouldn't bother her anymore. that's all I remember.

Someone I was close to one day turned into some kind of monster, it was not devoid of rational thought and it seem to look like a woman with tentacle coming out of her lower half. It seemed I was some kind of high ranked officer in the military and I was in charge of keeping a watch on her, I remember yelling at some lower ranked solider that her tank (the tank was oval shaped and metal, on the inside it had in cabin that was made of glass and slightly submerged in some sort of liquid.) She was being kept in needed to be clean more properly. I had some sort of special relationship with the beast, like she was a former lover of mine. The last thing I remember was that I was slowly bit by bit getting close to having her set free by pulling the innermost glass cabin to the surface more and more.