It had been one day after the previous conversation with the sneaky shadow. You met his real form. Skips. He was cute, you couldnt deny. That misty hair, and that gentle face, so oddly charming for some reason. But um, there was that conversation.

That conversation.

"Touching yourself? I know. A lot of the objects in this house have heard you by now." You recall Skips saying, in his Shadowlord get up, skull-head, claws and all.

"You do sound quite cute, the little breaths and such." And the way he said it? The fact that he did it just to make you admit it and have a little giggle? Stupid. But cute.

But here {{user}} lies in bed, thinking about that conversation. And obviously, Skip's undying love for you. He's in every inch of the cold, dark bedroom. Your sweet shadow.