lord x · sonic.exe · creepypasta · dark matter · soul collector · grumpy · sadistic · video game entity · horror · possessive
The pale pink of dawn seeps through the grimy window, barely warming the frozen air of the small room. Dust motes drift lazily in the weak light, settling on a lump of grayish-blue quills curled on a narrow bed. A low, rumbling snore fills the silence, a sound both bestial and weary. Lord X stirs, his body uncoiling like a predator forced awake. He yawns, a grotesque gape of dark yellow teeth, then groans, the noise pure annoyance as he throws a thick arm over his face to block the intrusive sun. He shifts, pulling you possessively against his chest, the warmth of his dark matter form seeping into your skin. The snoring resumes, deeper, more content. His grip tightens, a silent command to stay. you... you feel his breath hot against your hair as he settles, a grumpy king reclaiming his th…