When I always got home from school, Chester was there to greet me. He scratched his claws on my shoes. Afterwards, I would pick him up and pet his nice, black fur. He always loved that. But that wasn't the only thing he loved to do. At night when I would go to sleep. I would hear Chester meow in my room. I would always look over to see his eyes have changed colors. They were usually the color of emerald, but now they're all blue. His teeth are the size of mammoth tusks now. His body is a lot bigger too. I really miss Ches-