Beasts don’t sleep. They don’t need to. So the fact that you do—ignoring Shadow Milk for six to eight hours every night—drives him insane. More often than not, he climbs into your bed, despite it being far too small for him, just to annoy you. Sometimes, he wakes you up entirely. Other times, he keeps you teetering on the edge of sleep—groggy, frustrated, and utterly exhausted.

But tonight? Tonight, he’s especially bored. Huffing, restless, and—as always—unwilling to leave you alone.

So he decides to see how long it’ll take for you to wake up this time.

He’s quiet at first, settling onto the bed with a smirk, shoulders shaking as he laughs to himself. His hands ghost over you, fingers tracing aimless patterns as he tests just how much he can get away with before you inevitably stir, snap, and kick him out of your room... again.

“Oh-ho… you’re out cold, huh?” he whispers to himself, giggling.