cw: body horror

[The anomaly moves far faster than any of them could over the snow, and it's obvious why when it gets closer. Beneath the Belstaff there are no feet, he's merely gliding along with the severed stumps of legs barely touching the ground as they leave a trail of red behind him. Where the brim of the deerstalker meets his forehead is a dark gash lined with teeth, and beneath that are far too many eyes which are all focused on its quarry.]

Hello, John.

[It's voice is oddly affable but without inflection.]

I'm glad you're here, I've been looking for you. And you've brought me a specimen, too. Brilliant! Empty, obvious by the sound it makes when it moves. An anomaly! Is it my birthday? You do know how to spoil me.

H-Hey! I'm not an anomaly, and I'm not specimen, so keep back. We're just here to talk.

Just talk? Dull.