then an even TALLER hedgehog walks into the bar. he slowly surveys the patrons of the bar and they quickly forget any other thoughts they might have been thinking about, as this new hedgehog is like the most dark brutal thing ever. his trenchcoat, so long and black and deep it makes other black things seem like shining ray of sunshine, is covered in evil-looking buckles and clasps, all with seeming no purpose to the ignorant. those who dare to gaze into his eyes never do so again, for they are like gateways into the netherworld. one frail woman actually quietly shreiks, but is quickly taken away by another patron lest she anger this most brooding individual. as he walks to the bar, his boots make a noise so hollow, other hollow noises seem like the laughter of children in the sun, it is a noise that hollows through your soul and echoes there, a place which is now empty except for the hollow echoes. though those who have not fled as quietly as they could see him moving to the bar it is as though he is floating on an ether of blackness. he says NOTHING as he sits at the bar. the bartender forgets everything else and moves near the new hedgehog, quaking with the fear of a lost puppy. the dark one remains silent, and only stares at the barntender through eyes that seem as though they see everything and nothing all at once. when the bartender can no longer stand it he simply places HIS OWN NEWBORN CHILD in front of this most monstrous of black dark evil things. and as tears of shame and terror stream down his face he begs for the pitiful lives of himself and his wife. with a swipe of his cloak, the newborn disappears into some dark forbidden place known only to the dark one

it is time

to feed