"You can take a seat." Ann said to him with almost a commanding tone. Against his better judgements Darrius took a seat. Ann turned into one of the smaller "rooms" and started catering food to the table.
On the table there were two whole chickens, a salad sprinkled with vegetables, corn, and biscuits. Pip whined,probably this time for the food.
"Wow! It looks amazing, Ann! Did you cook this all for me?" Darrius was impressed.
Ann joined Darrius in the chair next to him.
"I'm glad you like my accommodations. I just used the chickens I made for last night's lunch." Her eyes still seemed to look through him and not at him. These eyes seemed grey and empty. "Please, enjoy my food." Ann asked. It seemed a little sweeter of a request.
Pip had started growling under his breath. Darrius reached to pat his head and comfort his companion.
"Where are you from, Ann?" Darrius asked. She was so strange he was genuinely curious.
"I've lived here as long as I can remember." She started twitching again. Her eyes and cheeks jerked. Darrius wondered if Ann was having some medical issue... Maybe she had started to feel uncomfortable in his presence as well?
"Doesn't it get boring out here?" Darrius asked her.
"Less boring than you would imagine. Would you try my cooking?" Ann rose from her chair and was looking directly at Darrius.
Suddenly, Pip jumped closer to Ann and snarled at her. Darrius heard a strange noise emanating from somewhere within the cave, like metal grinding together. He listened and felt a strange nostalgia. Like one of his... nightmares. Darrius felt panicked. He looked at the food on the table more closely. Was it even chicken? The pieces seemed... sewn together?! Darrius felt and alarm going off, telling him to ditch the place, but he wad frozen.
"I'm sure you will see, it's anything but boring." Ann's voice screeched behind the mechanical buzz.
What the hell
"This skin is being rejected and I require a new one."