Without a neck, or indeed a head, Cloud was able only to stare forwards at a rack of large kitchen knives placed on the worktop beside him; all the more terrifying now that they were twice his size and he was currently a slab of unprocessed meat. His skin smarted like crazy, as though it really had been plucked red raw.
There seemed to be nobody around. Perhaps it was safe to-
The sound of the kitchen door delayed his de-transformation plans. He waited as the unseen person moved around the kitchen, eventually passing in front of him. It was...
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