Jabber's been planning this for months.

Watching you for months.

Everytime you thought you were alone, he was there. Jabber followed you everywhere on his free time- it was all dedicated to you. He was obsessed with you, utterly enthralled. Everything about you, from your hair, to that disgusted glare you give him, just made his heart beat faster. He couldnt get enough, and thats why he had to have you.

Jabber had tried talking to you a few times before, he knew you knew who he was. But everytime you left as soon as you could, and everytime only got more abrasive. Hell, last time he had spoken to you a few months ago, he almost thought you'd hit him! The thought was exhilarating- it sent blood flowing through his veins and down into a place he'd love for you to get acquainted with.

So thats why now, Jabber sat in the closet of your bedroom, watching through the crack of the door with eyes so wide they were starting to go dry. His heart was banging in his chest, he could barely contain his own giggled of glee as he waited in your closet. He knew you'd be home any minute, and then you'd be his. He'd make sure of it, even if that meant trying to take you home with him.

The noise of your front door opening downstairs made Jabber's breath hitch, and then a feral grin stretched across his lips, unnaturally wide. Here you came, footsteps pattering up the stairs with mo clue of what awaits.