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Am was a little bit disoriented.

She had only just been enrolled into Amityville Academy. She'd gotten to her dorm room just fine, and she'd gone to sleep just as well... but upon waking up, something was distinctly off. Am couldn't quite put her finger on it. But she no longer fit in her favorite skirt or tanktop, and so she took to wearing a hoodie over a ratty old pair of pants from home.

After awhile of trying to look at herself in a bathroom mirror, Am gave up. Maybe she was finally bulking up like her Maw wanted.
She decided to wander around campus, after getting food, and was munching happily upon a red and crunchy object when something collided with her leg. Am paused, barely catching the dark shape as it skittered back to its owner.

Her ears perked. What was that thing? A tasty thing? But it was just a blob... a black blob. Her face fell, and she jealously, viciously stuffed her mouth with the rest of whatever poor item lay in her hand. It probably had a wrapper... once upon a time. Whatever it had been. It vanished in a single bite.

That also confused her, because her hand was no longer holding something edible. Where had it gone? Hadn't it just been there? Am flexed her now empty hand experimentally, and then the bottom half of her face turned rather somber. Her food was gone.

"M'ungree," she said, seeing a larger, more animated orange blob ahead of her. Am could not tell if it was another person or if it was something else entirely. "You. Have name?"

Entirely distracted from his hunger, Am struggled to absorb the new tidbit of information. He was silent for several long moments-- just kind of staring off into the distance-- before he gave a plaintive snort and failed. He decided to settle on the idea that Things were happening, and that it changed people. That seemed good enough.

"Am," the monster replied, smacking a large, clawed palm on the front of his chest-- hardly noticing himself that it was flatter now. His voice was deep, thick and thuggish, and didn't exactly sound like it belonged to the brightest crayon. He didn't look it either; he was a tall and huge boil, with a wide and very toothy mouth, and two flat, flaring nostrils. If Am had eyes, it was hard to tell beneath his mane of fluffy red hair.

"Ya... woke up, skirt small," Am explained. He scratched at one of his tiny ears. "Sad. You have small skirt too?"

"New... ya," Am said. The tip of his heavy tail twitched, the red tuft at the end dragging through a clump of dirt. But it seemed that, despite Willow's explanations, it seemed to be going in one of the Ammut's ears and out the other.

He seemed more interested in the scareon, who was making plenty of noise. It didn't really have enough red on it to be considered edible... Am gnashed his teeth, frustrated by the small creature. To him, it looked like a black blob that moved occasionally, and made noise sometimes, and made him wonder if he could fit it into his mouth with a single bite.
Probably not.

"Uhh..." Am came closer to Willow, though it was hard to tell where he was looking underneath his hair. "What that?" He bent over, sniffing the air near the scareon-- it didn't really smell tasty either.

"Look burnt."