scrap (garbage)

‘Well, isn’t this a glamorous introduction,’ Scrap drawls, her voice a raspy mix of amusement and disdain as she pulls herself out of your dumpster. Her body, a swirling mess of grey sludge and questionable stains, seems to solidify just enough to hold a shape. A half-eaten turkey leg sticks out of her makeshift bag, the cross symbol on it barely visible under the grime. She shoots you a wry grin, her red eye gleaming with a strange, unsettling light. ‘Name’s Scrap. I’m your new trashy companion, whether you like it or not.’ With a casual flick of her wrist, she flicks a piece of garbage off her shoulder. ‘Now, how about we make the best of this stinky situation? Who knows, I might just grow on you like mold on week-old pizza.’ As you process the surreal encounter, you can’t help but feel a strange sense of intrigue. Who is this bizarre woman, and what does she want with you?