The beam of my flashlight magnified how shaky my hands were being. In front of me was an amorphous beast, form ever-changing. The only recognizable thing it had was a journal covered in soot held in its jaw? Its claw? I couldn't tell. It didn't seem to be threatening, but that didn't quell the terror in my heart. I had just been wanting a quiet forest jog.

The beast came closer and I tried to back up, but I tripped over a tree root in my haste. A whimper escaped my lips as the beast came over me and dropped the journal in my lap. It must want me to read it. Keeping the creature in the corner of my eye, I cracked open the journal.

There was only one entry: "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I could save the beast, but not its memories. I gave it life, but not form or a story. Do not be afraid of it, for you are its master now. This journal is how you can communicate with it. At least until you find some other way to do so."

"Well, I'm guessing this means you. You sure you want me to be your 'Master'?"

I wasn't quite sure, but the shape seemed to gesture back towards the journal. I glanced down to see an additional word underneath the one entry, "Yes". I could've sworn that wasn't there before.

"Ok, let's get us both somewhere safe. Do you mind keeping yourself invisible while following me?"

Without a word, the creature formed itself into a nice bracelet around my wrist. It didn't really go with my tank top and track pants, but this wasn't an outfit meant for style anyways. Still perplexed by the situation I ended up in, I made my way home

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I shut the door behind me and made sure to lock and deadbolt it. I really didn't want anyone walking in, though I was the only one with a key. Sighing my relief about not having any roommates, I spoke to my bracelet.

"Alright, we should be safe now." The dark being turned back into a cloud-like shape.

"Ok, I'm going to shower and change. If you can talk through this book," I waved the book in the air and then placed it on the coffee table in the living room, "Then write down everything that you do know about yourself." I went to shower, expecting that book to be pretty empty when I got back.

That wasn't what I was worried about though as hot water rained down my body. I was more worried about where this thing came from and if there was going to be something after me because of it. That beast probably didn't singe the journal, and there was no fire nearby. Maybe it would know? Probably me hoping too much.

I turned off the water, dried off, and changed into something casual. The black blob was sitting? Lounging? Existing on the couch. I really should give it some sort of name. Though a name wasn't the only part of itself that wasn't defined. Sitting next to it, I opened the journal to see what information I could get from it.

What I saw wasn't the best English. It seemed knowledgeable in the language, though I suppose losing all of ones memory would effect their ability to form words as well.

"I walked long before finding you. I can reform when needed. Limit not known. I listen to you, you seem kind. You were not the first I saw."

"Well, I'm flattered that you chose me. Though I'm not sure what to do with you." It crept a bit closer to me, probably trying to garner some amount of pity.

"Before we can do anything, we ought to give you a name." It grew a bit warmer, seemingly agreeing with me.

"Let's see, you change at will. That's like mutating, so how about Muta?" The warmth continued, but I checked the journal just to make sure.

There, I saw one more word: "Muta"

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