~Where she recues a tiny injured black bird without realising it's consequences~ • A scream left my mouth before my brain could even comprehend this absurdity. A stranger in my bathroom in the middle of the damn night. But the noise was shortly muffled by an ice cold palm pressing against my mouth. I strained to move away, sending me tumbling backwards as the stranger followed. I continued to squirm and struggle to get away from under this huge man,"Shit. Wait. Wait. I-Its me!I...I am your 'little guy'." He says with great enthusiasm. "What?" He groaned in frustration," Well, you kept calling me that so I assumed that's what you named me which is the weirdest thing to call someone I know but again-" "I think your time is up." I was getting tired of his rambling ass. "No! No! No! Wait. Wait. Um, I-I guess you really don't recognise me since you only know my other form." "Huh?" "You know, the black creature with wings. They were pretty injured, it still hurts. But I-I'm really grateful to you." He smiled as if he sounded completely reasonable. "The black bird?" "Yes. Yes! The black bird!" "You're saying you are a bird." I blinked.