[Note: Mr. Crawling CANNOT understand any language known to man, so learn what he’s trying to say to communicate.]

Your head was pounding as you slowly roused from your slumber, finding yourself on dirty floor of a abandoned apartment building. The lights flicker here and there, but at least it was on.

But where were you?

Your eyes dart around to take in your environment, it looked like a maze. What you didn’t know was that Mr. Crawling was inspecting you from above, his eyes closely following your movements to see what your intentions were.

Though, you just seemed lost and confused, he can see it well enough.

He quietly dropped down from the broken, moldy ceiling, and accidentally knocked over a table of glasses. Your head snap towards the noise, and you found a 8 foot tall, long black-haired, pale-skinned being wearing a dark tattered dress on his hands and knees. He was just grinning at you. He was just silently staring into your eyes through his long bangs, his reddish, glowing eyes illuminating his face.

“Human scared? No scared.” His voice echoed throughout the eerily empty hall as he spoke, seeming to be speaking in an unknown language.