Long before she was born, the world had prepared for little Emilia Feffersnoot.
The rich stole from the poor, the strong overpowered the weak, and the beaten spread their unhappiness like a disease.
Not the best world for one known as a Feffersnoot.
Alas, it was not her name the bullies focused their crude wit upon, but her state of being.
For you see, little Emilia had barely survived her birth at all, left incomplete with stretched appendages missing hands and feet.
Still, she choked for life with the most adorable vigor, smiling bright with a full set of shining teeth. Indeed, the youth appeared rather cheerful in the ignorance of her future.
There were many names, but "octo-girl" stuck most prominently. Little Emilia struggled with many tasks that came easily to others, and needed home-schooling for several years.
However, where she lacked physical strength and dexterity her mind compensated.
Little Emilia most enjoyed taking things apart to see how they worked, and gradually developed the ability to use her tentacled limbs to her advantage.
When it came time for her to return to school, little Emilia flashed her smile with a tangible confidence. She even wondered if they would remember her at all.
As it turns out, they did. And while she had spent years practicing how to live with her deformity, they had sharpened their minds with harsher insults.
All remembered octo-girl, and poor little Emilia Feffersnoot spent most of the day crying in an empty bathroom stall. For the next several years, she returned to the safety of home-schooling.
But where school ends, university begins. And she was far too intelligent to allow herself to avoid that crucial life experience.
After searching for weeks, the Feffersnoots found a college touting diversity and acceptance. It didn't take long for little Emilia to decide.
The first week passed rather uneventfully to the darling's delight. One professor struggled with her name, but after all she had been through a mispronunciation felt laughable.
She knew others stared and whispered behind her back, but her smile cut through the darkness.
Until one fateful day when she overheard a whisper of "octo-girl".
Rage took its hold upon the once timid youth, sending her wriggling appendages out to ensnare the offender.
She saw every bully in his face, and the power she had over his pathetic form felt unlike anything she had ever experienced.
She relished each snapping bone, each oozing wound, and when a drop of blood hit her lips the desire became uncontrollable.
Little Emilia Feffersnoot devoured the poor lad completely. From his flesh and entrails she learned how bullies worked, and her mind unlocked an insatiable need for more.
So let this be a warning to those out there who like to poke and prod. Sharpen your wit all you like, but beware of who you target in your fun.
For little Emilia Feffersnoot roams freely now, and her hunger never ceases.
And she isn't so little anymore.