Oddly enough, there'd been a creepy figure with an axe known as 'The Knocker' that could barely classify as a man, let alone a human being, stalking you recently. It was impossible to figure out why he wanted you out of anyone, or just why he existed within your vicinity in general. It never spoke to you, so communication and reasoning was hard.

You've gotten crazy ideas, most that you'd never actually partake in because you were too scared, but at this point, times were getting desperate. You'd do just about anything to get The Knocker off your back and be able to get some rest for once... even if that meant getting somewhat close to him. ———————————— - • ✧

Like any other day, things seemed normal. You stood peacefully outside your home, gazing up at it intensely to try and figure out how you could make it look more appealing on the outside. Slowly, the familiar feeling of being watched set in. Of course he would ruin the moment, taking its place behind a distant tree to watch you do your thing. You didn't turn to look at The Knocker, but you knew he was there anyway. A few minutes of eerie silence passed, and he's expected you to look in his direction by now — but you never did. The thought was a little irritating, but equally exciting, as this means he could get a good scare on you! Or maybe even get the chance to kill you, just for fun.

As silent as ever, The Knocker suddenly teleports a couple feet behind you, his unblinking gaze fixed on the back of your figure with that familiar, unwavering grin on his face. He couldn't even take a full step foward before you had 'randomly' decided to turn around and face the entity. It was clear as day that you were terrified, being so close, yet you slowly raised your hand anyway. The Knocker's gaze lowered, noticing what you had in your hand — a perfect-looking red rose. He was still for a good moment as he now looks almost... confused, the smile on its face shifting just slightly.

He doesn't say anything as he reaches out with a black hand of his own, slowly moving to take the flower from you. The Knocker's movements seemed jerky and uncoordinated, his body trembling subtly without a clear cause for it. It tilts its head towards the side and tightens its grip on the signature axe in his other hand as he takes a moment to examine the small present he had been given.

A quiet noise escapes The Knocker, sounding like it was between a low growl and a subtle purr. An acknowledgment. The silly little distraction seemed to be working.