Summary
When I first picked up that Tentacle Monster, it was only the size of my palm.
During the day, it would help me pick up my food deliveries and turn off the air conditioner.
But in the middle of the night, it would always slip from under the covers and into my collar, its icy tentacles sliding all the way down to my waist.
It would even type a message on my phone:
“You have a reversed cervical curve. I’m performing a bone adjustment for you.”