Who am I but a shell of a role that wasn't mine?
*The "Claw" contemplated, looking at their clawed arm, no face beneath the mask, for it is simply a being of someones thoughts gaining sentinece.*
"What am i... What purpose, i am not... Real? Just of thoughts... I'm not a living breathing person?..."
*The Claw stared at the sky, bleak dark skies*
"I see... I just resemble the role i was conceived of..."
u/WhiteOrdealClaw — 5 hours ago