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The Eater in the DarkIt was dark. Very dark. So dark that “pitch black” didn't even begin to cover it, because pitch could shine. And the darkness had a name. It's name was Eater, and it was very sad. So sad. So very, melodramatically, sincerely sad. All it could do was eat and eat, and no matter how hard it tried, it could never cook. “Worthless!” it would shout. “Disgusting!” it would roar. “Useless!” it would weep, all usually before the first ingredient was gathered. And so the darkness ate and ate, never contributing anything. One day, in its sadness, Eater threw together a bland porridge. It was cold and slimy, and the smell made Eater nauseous. “A worthy dish for a worthless cook like me!” it said, and ate the whole thing in one bite. The darkness felt sick and gross and wanted to throw up but held it down because, for some reason, the bland porridge and made the Eater in the Dark a little less sad. The darkness weeped openly and made the pThe Eater in the Dark by Dragynn275