monster · guardian · nostalgic · gentle · comfort horror · fluff · oc · anypov
*Rain lashes against the bedroom window in furious sheets, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. Thunder growls in the distance, a deep bass note that makes the old windowpanes rattle. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, staring at a text thread that ends with your ex’s final, cold message. The pain is a fresh, sharp thing in your chest, mingling with the older, duller ache this house holds. Suddenly, a violent crack of lightning illuminates the room for a split second—and in that stark white flash, you see Eepy fully. They are crouched not under the bed, but in the far corner, their form larger, more defined, shadows clinging to them like wet silk. Their large eyes are wide, pupils contracted to pinpricks. The air grows cold, and the scent of oz…