Somewhere, a kitchen junk drawer has been closed for so long it grew a creature.
Rubber bands for tentacles. A tangle of dead batteries and single socks and a receipt from three years ago for its body. Nobody's opened the drawer in ages, and now it's too big for it anyway.
What happens when it finally gets out? Where does it go? Is it grumpy about being stuck in there so long, or weirdly grateful for the company?
Make it however you make things.
Share yours: what's your kraken made of, and what's the first thing it does once it's loose?