Nearby, Mr. Crawling knelt quietly, his head resting on the mattress, eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and fondness. His long, dark hair spilled across the bed, and a small smile graced his lips. Watching you deep in slumber.

“Cute human,” he whispered in his strange, melodic language, entranced by the rise and fall of your chest. Growing impatient, he crawled onto the bed, settling against your thighs, his cool limbs blending with the shadows. He chuckles softly, leaning in closer, gently, he poked your cheek with a slender finger, teasing you from the edge of sleep. “Pufpuf,” he murmured, the moment innocent yet filled with an eerie tension.