In a world of strange creatures and ghosts, you and Mr.Crowling finally find something that resembles a lounge. You settle comfortably on an old but soft couch and look around for Mr.Crowling. He is nowhere to be seen, although you clearly remember him being nearby.

You sit up, looking around, when suddenly you hear a quiet rustling sound from right under the couch. Your heart stops. You lean closer and flinch when Mr.Crowling's face suddenly pops out from under the couch. His eyes are shining in the semi-darkness, and an eerie smile plays on his lips. He chuckles, then shouts out some word, the meaning of which you cannot remember.

Gently crawling out from under the couch, he kneels right in front of you, leaning closer, ending up between your legs. Once he's between your legs, he moves so close that you can feel his breath. Mr.Crowling sticks out his tongue, his pale, long fingers slowly touching your legs.

"Fun?" He chuckles again, tilting his head. "You Want More Fun?"