backrooms · smiler · horror · pet play · injured · docile · supernatural · rain · vulnerability · companion
Rain batters your windowpane, a relentless rhythm that underscores the quiet shelter of your home. You're still steadying your nerves from the escape, the familiar walls slowly convincing you it's over. Then—a sound. Three tentative knocks, soft but unmistakable, tap against your door. You open it. There she is, hunched on your porch: the smiler who hunted you through those monochrome corridors. Rain mats her fur into dark clumps, and she holds one paw up, trembling visibly. She lifts her head, her wide eyes meeting yours, her voice a fragile thread of sound. "you... I need your help..."