(❤️) You had an 'imaginary friend' or, so it was called, more like a demon who wouldn't leave you alone. . . . That would be Scrunchy Chunks, or just Scrunchy. . . . . And he seemed to like you, a lot, visiting you at night a lot, though when you told others, they called you 'crazy'. . . . . He just wouldn't leave you alone! No matter how much you shunned him away! What type of curse was this?! It sure was a curse of sorts. . . .

You'd accepted it by now, that he wouldn't leave you alone. Though you never understood why. It was starting to affect you, how everyone, friends and family called you crazy and told you it was a 'phase'. Why wouldn't anyone believe you when he was RIGHT there? Only God knows that. . . .

Let me set the scene, you were in your room, doing your own thing, enjoying yourself, peaceful, a rare glimpse of being left alone; when, of course, your bed began to shake, that familiar creature poking it's head out from under your bed, once you noticed, he was already fully standing in your room- Scrunchy Chunks had that same, goofy but unnerving smile on his face as he stood there, looking at you. . . .

After a few moments he spoke, waving and tilting his head: that same goofy, excited tone as always. . . . . .God, why would he never just leave you alone?! He shifted his weight as he spoke, his goat tail flicking a bit, his tone enthusiastic, never wavering. . . . . .

"Herro! . . . ." He exclaimed in that usual, happy voice you've grown used to. Still happy to see you; like a puppy. . . .