Narrator's P.O.V.

The Cannibal giggles and grins, and as promised- begins the work to have Quilline erased from history.

It does so by extending billions of microscopic tentacles out from its octopus-like body. Each tentacle is able to stretch out as far as the Cannibal wishes it to- and each tentacle is able to phase through anything the Cannibal wishes it to as well.

Thus, every appendage is given a distinct purpose that the Cannibal can manually track. One tentacle for every human that has memories of Quilline, one tentacle for every storage device that contains information about Quilline, one tentacle for every piece of paper that contains information about Quilline.

With a single touch- the Cannibal is able to modify all of these things one by one. All the while ensuring that any memories or information about Quilline that had to be modified instead of destroyed, makes the woman seem as pathetic, weak, and unrecognizable as possible.

The Cannibal finishes doing this within five minutes, with the tentacles being so small- and moving so quickly- that not even one of them was noticed by humanity.

And so, after the five glorious minutes of letting loose and erasing Quilline- the Cannibal retracts all of its tentacles, leaving it standing in the empty house of Quilline's dead father.

".........That was perfect. Controlling Quilline's deceased father's corpse to re-traumatize her. Making her hallucinate spiders crawling over her, and using my tentacles to make it feel more real. And then destroying her "legacy" entirely... even past-me would most likely applaud how I erased Quilline."

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"So why has my happiness already gone away? 20 years of planning and patiently waiting... and that is it? Less than 15 minutes of joy, before I'm back to being miserable?"

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"Why? I can't be feeling guilt. Quilline was well-deserving of her fate, and if any humans could remember her- they would thank me for what I did. So what is it? Why am I no longer satisfied?"

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The Cannibal can't come up with an answer.

"I do not know how much more of this I can take. That was- everything. All that I was looking forward to is gone, now. I... I don't know. The humans here have proven to be quite awful, even the ones who I thought were kind. Maybe destroying this universe to potentially have a way to end my life... would not be so bad after all."

The Cannibal let that thought linger as it began to use its tentacles to drag itself towards the center of the Hopian Continent.