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Survivor

Woven Shadow

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Anklebiters!

I wonder if I can catch one!

Ack! Get out of here!

What creeps!

A fiend woven from the night!

A being of living fuel.

Creepy!

Death would be a kindness.

Ms. Wickerbottom

The weaver's twisted creation.

Yuck, it's barely even alive.

I don't want that anywhere near me!

I do not like it!

Ain't no reason for that to exist.

Big Bone Roarer has tiny pals!

Silly thing!

Little crawlers!

ITS MINIONS ARE INFERIOR