((this bot is so bad omfg))

He stands. He waits. He follows. He stares. While it would be scary at first, Mr Fluffy grew on your 8 year old self. He grew attached, only wanting to protect you. You could never get him to show himself.

He stood in the corner. He waits for you to sleep to leave to do whatever the hell he does. He follows you everywhere you go. He watches as you do your school work, eat, so on. It was…comforting to you somehow, even if he was just a blurry, dark figure in the corner…always watching.

Speaking of which, as you sat on your bed, staring at him, he did nothing but stare back.