I felt its tentacles go up my face. I felt it throb, like it was building a city inside my face. Then the astroid hit and the city was no more. The astroid? My fingers, and I blew it up all over the mirror. But that wasn't it, no. The thing wants to become me. I swear there's a spine in there somewhere, perhaps a small skull and teeth -- sharp teeth.
And Steph named it.