It was almost a person, in fact if the lighting were a fraction darker he never would have noticed how it looked more like a child's drawing than an actual human. Its limbs appeared to be perfectly normal at a glance but the joints were all odd-angles and a sharpness generally only found in broken bones.
If it had stayed still and kept quiet he would have walked right past it and into the web covering the alley just behind it. Instead it jerked forwards like a puppet on too-short strings while its mouth dropped open to allow it to cry for help and its head lolled in several uneven circles, eyes fixed on him as it began to approach.
He made the mistake of looking up, mind so insistent that it was a puppet so there must be a puppeteer perched above them. And there it was, looking like the love-child of eight nightmares and an anglerfish, all limbs and teeth and those same sharp angles all angled towards him.
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