Brat

Apple is not human.  In fact, she’s not sure what she is.  She knows about me, though…the guy who writes her stories…mostly thanks to Gray telling her, and I may have to kill him off as punishment for that, but I have too much fun torturing him…I’m sorry, I digress.

She does not believe she is simply a figment of my imagination.  In fact, she feels she is the pussy and I…the writer…am but her ball of string.

This could be fun.

And after a much needed break…

And after another, much longer break…