Okay, this all started at some point after Astral gathered all the Numbers and went home. No, he won't be in this because he has nothing to do with this. Now, I decided to stay in the human world just to cause some interesting shit.

So, I was just floating around randomly at night. I didn't intend on causing trouble, I swear! ...Well, maybe a little. Heeheehee. Anyways, I was thinking this phrase:

What if I can make a spawn?

I thought this would be a great idea, so I went back to my lair. Nobody suspected that I would be living in the old Kraven Manor. Reason: that bronze statue that sits on that pedestal. Those who have played the game know what I'm talking about. We're buddies, though. Well, we would be besties, but he turned my right arm into a bronze arm, and I can never forgive him for that. I mean, I can still move it normally, but come on! Now I have to cover it in black ooze! Plus, it's heavy, man! How do you expect me to lug around a heavy limb all day?! Nevertheless, I lug around a heavy limb all day.

When I reached the Manor, I rushed into the white room at the basement. "Now, how do I do this?" I asked myself. I searched through one of the books, but all the information was about cutting off limbs and shit. Not that I mind. I sighed.

I then got an idea. I knew that spawns needed DNA from the creator, so I summoned a tentacle and cut off a small piece. It hurt, by the way. I placed it on one of the white beds. Next, I took some blood from the cut-off end and mixed it with the goo. Surprisingly, she took form in that instant. When I looked at her, I was somewhat disappointed. She came out a teenaged human.

She had brown hair with side bangs that flipped down her right eye. Her eyes were brown, her skin was pale, she had a red shirt with a black leather jacket with fishnet at the shoulders and chest area. Her pants were black, and her shoes had silver spikes. She looked badass, but I didn't know for sure.

"Please don't say you're gonna be a failure," I muttered.

I confirmed she was a failure when she yelled out, "DADDY!!" and tackled me.

I grunted as I hit the floor. "Yep, you're a failure."

The statue must have heard my cry of fury because it came down to the basement. It didn't talk, but I could understand its thoughts.

"What's going on?" it asked.

"Get off me!" I demanded and pushed her off.

She giggled. "But you're fun to tackle," she laughed.

I growled. "Shut up." I sighed. At that moment, I knew that I had messed up at some point. "Just leave me alone for now; I need to sort this out."

"I'll make sure she stays out of trouble, " the bronze statue offered.

"Sure." I got up, and my right arm hit one of the carts, making a banging noise. I froze.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Nothing," I lied. I started to leave, but she grabbed both of my arms with an intent stare.

"Why's your right arm harder than your left?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter!" I snarled. I tried to wrench my arms away, but she was stronger than she looked.

"Let me see." She grabbed my right arm tighter. She rubbed it, and the ooze fell off. "Bronze?"

I yanked my arm away, covering it in the ooze again. "None of your business!" I flew upstairs and went into Kraven's old bedroom, which has become my room.

I sighed when I heard the door opening and closing. Some random idiot shit head who wants to explore old Kraven Manor. They all become bronze statues. Why go through the trouble? No one ever returns. Literally.

I snuck out and hung out in the shadows, watching that idiot go into the wine cellar. I always got bored at this part. I got out and went outside for some air.

Okay, so the fact that I made a failure also means I'm a failure, I thought to myself. I sighed. So, how am I supposed to deal with her.

When I got back to the Manor, I saw her right there in front of the door. She had her arms crossed, and she jutted her right hip. "Icess," she said.

"Is that what you're gonna call yourself?" I asked her. "Icess? Interesting."

She grinned. Her grin looked like mine. "Yep. I thought of it myself. Now, I'd like to know what your name is."

"Number 96 Black Mist," I answered. "Call me 96 or Black Mist, but not 'Daddy'."

Icess giggled. "I was messing with you," she laughed.

I sighed. "So, who was the idiot that came into the Manor?"

"Some dude by the name of Will. Needless to say, that statue turned him into another bronze statue. By the way, how many are there?"

"Dozens upon dozens. The statue you see every day is basically the one that stands on the pedestal over there." I pointed to the pedestal where the statue normally stood. "It's pretty much the guard of this place."

"Really?" Icess looked over to the pedestal, where the now broken statue stood. "Does this happen often? Does it always get broken?"

"Oh, yes," I answered. "Don't worry, it always fixes itself when all is said and done."

She grinned again, showing her fangs. "Cool."