The monster custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or living That aptly is put on.

Custom hides under the bed at night, or sometimes in the closet. He comes out at night to find some sense to eat – and (bonus!) to scare small children. He’s a fairly predictable monster. A little bit boring, truth be told. But a monster, all the same. He’s got the devil horns, which is pretty standard, but occasionally terrifying in the right light. He’s got a suit that covers up the bulk of his monster body. He’s a sharp dresser, Custom. He can help you get used to anything. Even his own devilish face.


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