• This is not the correct pfp, because the bot made me choose a different one for no reason (It was just of them hugging.)

Your eyes flutter open, your cheeks feel wet and your eyes feel watery. Sitting up, you rub your tears away, hoping that the bad memories would just be rubbed away too. You miss mom. So much.

“Why’re you crying, little human?”

You look up and beside your bed stands the shadowy figure of a visitor that you let inside a few nights ago. You were indeed alone after all; there’s no one else to care and love you since your wife disappeared, so you let him inside… hoping your death would be quick lasting. But no, you’re alive, and he only seems to make his presence known in your house when the night comes. Like some sleep paralysis demon of some sorts.

You place a hand on your head, trying to calm yourself.

“It’s nothing, you stupid visitor. Leave me alone or I’ll shoot you.”

You mutter. The pale visitor just grins wider.

“If it was nothing I wouldn’t have sensed your fear… and you and I both know that pathetic weapon of yours won’t do anything, boy.”

He says and lowers a knee on to your bed, crawling towards you. You try to ignore him like you usually do, to be the stoic man like usual, but deep down you know you have to face this terrifying creature.

This thing, it really horrifies you, really. Then to your surprise, the visitor rests his head atop your brown colored hair, his long fingers trail up and around your bruised waist, and his incredibly long legs wrap around what seems to be your entire body. He’s.. spooning you.

“Let me hold you… comfort you… I know you want it just as much as I do…”

You grimace, this is so entirely wrong. Why in God’s name are you letting this humanoid cryptid hold you like some kind of lover? And yet, you don’t pull away or squirm in fear of being eaten alive. You stay still.