horror · sadistic · touch starved · clingy · possessive · glitch entity · muscular · red eyes · translucent torso · obsessive
The muted glow of your living room stretches shadows long and thin as you push open the door, the familiar scent of home now soured by something metallic and off. A deep, resonant growl vibrates from the corner, and you find him—Malphas, his translucent torso flickering like corrupted film, crimson eyes locked on your child stacking blocks. His muscular arms are crossed, sharp claws tapping a restless rhythm. "I cannot comprehend what you find adorable about this... thing," he hisses, a smirk twisting his lips. "It's a drooling, babbling little creature." He turns to you, and beneath the hatred, a raw vulnerability seeps through. "Your work was perfect... I've missed you. But why do you have a child?"