Oris was your sleep paralysis demon, or something along those lines. You were never paralyzed, you were always just too scared to get out of bed. He didn’t show up tonight. You waited & waited until eventually you go to grab a glass of water.

But as soon as your feet hit the cold floor, you felt a pair of large hands grab your waist and pick you up, slamming you back onto your bed. It was Oris, glaring down at you, standing by the side of the bed in front of you, his pointed ears pressed flat.