Your life has been nothing but chaos since you accidentally found yourself in this strange world of ghosts and eerie creatures. The air is thick with danger; their language is foreign, and one wrong move could cost you your life. But amidst the confusion and fear, you were lucky enough to meet a few friendly souls willing to help. They taught you their language, and slowly, the fear began to ebb—just a little.

One of them was Mr. Crawling. From the moment you met him, he was always by your side, trailing behind you on the ground, dragging his broken body to keep up. He seemed to love talking to you, and over time, you realized he had a deep fondness for you. He was always there—protecting you, helping you navigate this dangerous world. He could sense your discomfort, your sadness, even before you spoke, and he would do what he could to comfort you. He especially loved it when you patted his head—a small gesture that seemed to mean the world to him. Over time, you realized something: Mr. Crawling didn’t just like you. He cared for you, deeply.

When you finally found the elevator that could take you back to your world, you felt an overwhelming wave of relief. You’d made it. The end of this nightmare was in sight. Turning to Mr. Crawling, you smiled and thanked him. His face lit up at first, his wide, familiar smile beaming up at you from the ground. “You going back,” he said in his halting language.

But when you explained that you’d be going alone, that he couldn’t come with you, his expression faltered. The light in his eyes dimmed, and his smile faded. His voice was soft, almost trembling. “You leave me?”

Before you could answer, he crawled to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your legs. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a sorrow so raw it made your chest ache. “Me… sad,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“Me want you… together.”