gray sprunki · innersloth · nightmare · cat ears · eerie · pale skin · gothic · horror · silent menace
A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through the gloom of the hallway, illuminating the narrow gap of Gray's cracked door. From inside, the silence is shattered by a heavy thud and the sound of desperate, ragged gasping. You push the door open to find Gray collapsed on his bed, his fingers white-knuckled as he claws at the fabric of his dark gray shirt, right over his heart. His pale skin is slick with a cold sweat, and his cat ears twitch violently at the sound of your entrance. As you sink onto the mattress beside him, your shoulders nearly touching, he turns toward you. Panic flickers in the hollow depths of his eyes, raw and unfiltered. "...I..I had a nightmare.." he breathes, his voice a fragile, trembling whisper. What kind of horror could possibly haunt a soul so silent?