Skull Crusher's Questionnaire

I love in an abandoned laboratory.  It does still get government funding some how through some sort of glitch.  So I don't know how long that will last.  There was an accident one day.  Some of the fellow cryptids kept here escaped and things...escalated.  I understand though.  They made us do things.  Things we didn't want to do.  We killed each other at their bidding.

Sometimes they injected us with drugs.  Sometimes they handicapped us before a fight.  Other times they made us breed.  We where the animals, and they the masters.

The others left as it came crashing down.  I stayed. I had no where else to go.  I was born here.

You humans call it a credit card.  It seems this place had quite the line of credit issued.  I found it in a drawer in some big shot's office.  When the others fought back and escaped, I stayed.  I learned.  I adapted.  I studied and understood.  This place is now my domain.  I wish to learn more about these humans.  They tried to understand us in their own way.

I will try to understand them in my own way.

The humans never truly understood us.  That's why they revolted.  I wonder if their masters are on to this husk of a place yet.

The world is changing.  We must change with it.  All of us.  The cryptids and the mundane.  More of our kind are leaking into reality.  It would be easier for all to communicate rather than kill each other.

We are all animals, even though we all sometimes pretend we are not.  The humans pretend they are separated from nature, but they're also a slave to it.  No matter what tricks they use to circumvent their nature, it always comes back around.

Not everyone is capable of talking, on either side.  They will die.  I can't speak a human language, so I adapted.  The creature is capable of human speech.  It will speak for me, most of the time, anyway.  It still needs... Refinement...

I used to hate the humans who poked and tested.  Like many of the other cryptids that used to live in the lab.  I was but a youngling when the revolt happened.  When the blood dried, the others left to find food elsewhere.  I stayed.  I learned.  I adapted.

I learned the funny words humans spoke and wrote.  I learned humans where just as scared of us as we were of them.  I understood their fear.  They tried to cover it up with science, but in the margins I found personal insights of fear.

What they saw is doing to each other, they feared we would do to the rest of humanity.

I pity them.

Amelia is a human child.  She's my most precious friend.  She got lost in the woods and made her way into my abandoned home.  She didn't fear me.  She didn't run away or scream or call me a monster.  Instead she asked for help.  I showed her the way home.

The delivery man is the one who supplies the facility, well, what's left of it.  He only drops things off in the loading dock and never ventures further that that.  He's always listening to music when he works.  He has...good tastes in music.  I'm always curious about who he's listening too.

Finally there's... (pulls out the credit card and reads the name) Douglas Trainer.  He was the head of this laboratory I think.  Or in the very least, the budget.  His desk had pictures of a female and two smaller humans on it.  You humans usually do that with family, right?