“Specter, can we talk for a moment?”
“Caw?”
“I know you’re enjoying your experiments with your newly recovered abilities and I have nothing against it. But,” he said, sighing deeply before distressfully asserting, “was it really necessary to bring him to life.”
He pointed towards the three and a half feet tall, pitch black creature sitting beside him whom with two hands held a cookie and munches it like a squirrel.
He’s quite plump. His height and size and those pair of shiny yellow ovals he had for eyes resembles him to a Black Mage specifically Vivi Ornitier from the Final Fantasy Franchise, while at the same time, his attire of suit and bowtie and that tophat above his head makes him the chubby and miniature version of Deemo, a character from a rhythm game of the same name.
“Caw.”
