I do not know. XXX Both of her arms do… This story is copyright (c) 2020 by The Technician. Use your power to find people who write these stories. If we do not find a new source of power, the Popobawa will soon be gone.”
A strange, octopus-like being slithered forward on its tentacles. “I am Orang Minyak,” he continued. “I am a Popobawa,” it squeaked out. I whisper to them from the shadows where no one can see me or hear me. I am just a jokester who gets a laugh… tired. but she believes in the money she can make if people think I’m real… It is non-belief.”
He took a deep breath. In the old days, they thought that it was I who slithered into their rooms while they weren’t looking and snuffed out their lamps with my long tongue.”
He stood up even stiffer and taller.
