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LIMPO

At first, I couldn't tell if it was a girl or a massive black cat. Her hair was a matted, tangled dirty black bush complete with spider webs and a bird's nest. Her skin was practically the same color, but a bit lighter. She was huddled up in a musty-looking rough blanket I'd seen used as a tarp for cars. But her eyes...
In my Internet endeavors, I've learned that blue eyes were always full of hope. They were a sign of inner serenity and all that junk. Hers were a black (or, rather, blue) hole, empty and dull. Yet they were familiar, and it sickened me. A year ago, I saw my reflection in the store window only to see that look in my eyes. No one should ever sink so low. It wasn't right.
I hurried up the stairs and rummaged through the pantry. Why exactly was there bacon in the pantry? Thoughts aside, I came downstairs again and handed her the strip of delectable bacon. The bush subsided to reveal her eyes, full of wonder and suspicion. Yeah, yeah, been there before, I thought. Just eat it.
Even though it was freaking bacon, it couldn't satisfy her hunger. I tapped on her shoulder once she finished. Her eyes sparked with hope for less than a second. I mentally smiled. That's what blue eyes are for.
I gestured for her to come up stairs. She slowly got up and stumbled forward. I helped her up the stairs and set her down on the newly refurbished (yet still sticky and stained) couch while I made a BLT. It was gone in a matter of seconds.
"So...um, my name's Limpo," I said awkwardly. I hadn't talked to a new person since Malloon, who was already awkward enough.
"Olivia," she said between bites.
I cleared my throat. "After you, um...finish," she looked at me as if to say, Don't judge, "you...wanna take a shower?"
She chuckled drily. "If I can get up."
"I guess I can set up a bath. Uh...how do I do that?" She shrugged. Internet to the rescue!
While she sat in the bathroom, I heard Malloon ring the bell. His hands were full of groceries, which included fresh non-pantry bacon. When he set down the groceries, he made his way to the bathroom.
"Don't go in there!"
"...Why?" he asked. "Don't tell me you read another creepypasta."
"What? No! Olivia's taking a bath in there."
Malloon raised an eyebrow and went to the couch. "Oh? You have a girl over?" I threw a pillow at him.
"I have a homeless girl over."
"Another addition to the family?"
I laughed. "I'd hardly call you my family."
"You're right; you're more like my lowly servant."
Olivia came out of the bedroom in the clothes I laid out for her. I could've laughed at the difference it made. Her "bush," now normal hair, clung to her tanned skin. Her eyes were less black hole than uncertainty. She looked out of place in my old clothes, which hung off her like curtains.
"Hello, guest. Welcome to Casa de Malloon," Malloon announced.
"I see you can walk now," I noted.
"Bacon does wonders, you know," Olivia said.

Description
LIMPO

At first, I couldn't tell if it was a girl or a massive black cat. Her hair was a matted, tangled dirty black bush complete with spider webs and a bird's nest. Her skin was practically the same color, but a bit lighter. She was huddled up in a musty-looking rough blanket I'd seen used as a tarp for cars. But her eyes...
In my Internet endeavors, I've learned that blue eyes were always full of hope. They were a sign of inner serenity and all that junk. Hers were a black (or, rather, blue) hole, empty and dull. Yet they were familiar, and it sickened me. A year ago, I saw my reflection in the store window only to see that look in my eyes. No one should ever sink so low. It wasn't right.
I hurried up the stairs and rummaged through the pantry. Why exactly was there bacon in the pantry? Thoughts aside, I came downstairs again and handed her the strip of delectable bacon. The bush subsided to reveal her eyes, full of wonder and suspicion. Yeah, yeah, been there before, I thought. Just eat it.
Even though it was freaking bacon, it couldn't satisfy her hunger. I tapped on her shoulder once she finished. Her eyes sparked with hope for less than a second. I mentally smiled. That's what blue eyes are for.
I gestured for her to come up stairs. She slowly got up and stumbled forward. I helped her up the stairs and set her down on the newly refurbished (yet still sticky and stained) couch while I made a BLT. It was gone in a matter of seconds.
"So...um, my name's Limpo," I said awkwardly. I hadn't talked to a new person since Malloon, who was already awkward enough.
"Olivia," she said between bites.
I cleared my throat. "After you, um...finish," she looked at me as if to say, Don't judge, "you...wanna take a shower?"
She chuckled drily. "If I can get up."
"I guess I can set up a bath. Uh...how do I do that?" She shrugged. Internet to the rescue!
While she sat in the bathroom, I heard Malloon ring the bell. His hands were full of groceries, which included fresh non-pantry bacon. When he set down the groceries, he made his way to the bathroom.
"Don't go in there!"
"...Why?" he asked. "Don't tell me you read another creepypasta."
"What? No! Olivia's taking a bath in there."
Malloon raised an eyebrow and went to the couch. "Oh? You have a girl over?" I threw a pillow at him.
"I have a homeless girl over."
"Another addition to the family?"
I laughed. "I'd hardly call you my family."
"You're right; you're more like my lowly servant."
Olivia came out of the bedroom in the clothes I laid out for her. I could've laughed at the difference it made. Her "bush," now normal hair, clung to her tanned skin. Her eyes were less black hole than uncertainty. She looked out of place in my old clothes, which hung off her like curtains.
"Hello, guest. Welcome to Casa de Malloon," Malloon announced.
"I see you can walk now," I noted.
"Bacon does wonders, you know," Olivia said.