Author's Notes: Written for the March of the Monsters prompt "Transformation," though I'm posting it a few days early.

"Yeah, I—think this is the spot. I guess. Probably.

"So, um...hi. I'm Clifford. Y'know...the guy who killed you.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know you were, like—a person. Or used to be. And you were trying to kill my friend. I guess you didn't have a choice about that. You weren't...whoever you used to be, anymore.

"I'm still sorry I killed you. I guess I had to, but still.

"I met the witch who did that to you. Eliza says that she's dead now. Maybe that makes you feel better. The fucking bitch deserved it. Not just for what she did to you—she put some kind of spell on me, made me her slave for like a whole day. Hmph. Maybe that makes you feel better, too.

"I think this is where we fought. I should probably be saying this at your grave, but I don't think you have one. Your family's probably still looking for you. That really sucks.

"I hate that you had to die. And I hate that you weren't when it happened.

"...The same thing happened to a friend of mine. At least, I thought he was my friend. He turned into some kind of monster. Not like you. He and I can't turn into things like that, but I guess we can turn into...other stuff. I never knew him when he was normal. But I guess I never knew you at all.

"It scares me, you know? Thinking about you, or him. I don't want that to happen to me. I don't want to...stop being me. I don't want to hurt anybody, or...make it so somebody has to..."


"Sorry. Guess I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself when I came here to talk to you.

"Anyway...I just wanted to say that I feel bad about killing you, even if I didn't have a choice.

"I've met ghosts before. I even saw one...I don't know, 'move on' or whatever. So I hope you're someplace nice. And I hope you're you again. You and Raven...everyone...deserves that."