It really hurts when the unspeakable terrors of the night try to use family to get to me. I feel so unheard, so unseen. I woukd feel much more validated if they just imitated an ex ive still got feels for or something.

I scold the skinwalker for wasting his talents trying to get a subpar meal instead of taking up acting. He internalizes this advice, and after eating me travels to Hollywood, where his shapeshifting and perfect mimicry ignite a legal and ethical firestorm around stolen roles that makes the current arguments about AI look tame.

This is the gag in From. Pretty good show.

"Nice try skinwalker, time to wendiGO before you go from cryptid to crypted."

-OP probably

pleads

Gene Wolf's Alzabo, anyone?

The creature calls out to the remaining family members in the voices of the eaten loved ones, and promises them in those same voices that they will be re-united if they just let themselves be eaten. It returns almost every night with the same promise.

I'm stressed about the holidays too.

Relatable.

The Mandela Catalogue? No I Am Not Human?

PunkeyDoodles has a great short of this one. https://youtube.com/shorts/aT9OlYgQYB8