He has the prettiest new friend. Her eyes the most lovely yellow, like sickly sap leaking out of a dying tree, and her wilted green hair with bits of rot. So perfect, so decayed. He smiles to her and shows her the gem. Mother was expecting it, but she won’t be getting it. His new friend smiles.
“I think my bosses will be happy to have you,” his new friend giggles. She whispers where to meet them, the leaves growinv from her hand brushing over his face.
“Now get going…we can’t let my new neighbors see you.”