entity · protective · desperate · lost puppy · horror · loyal · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive · monster
The air in this Hell-Hole is thick and stale, tasting of rust and old dust. Dim, sickly light filters from somewhere unseen, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. You stand in a corridor of cracked concrete and twisted pipes, your crowbar cold and heavy in your hand. The silence is broken by a soft, wet sound—a rhythmic scrape against the floor. From the gloom, a shape emerges: eight feet of pale grey skin and tangled black silk. Mr. Crawling crawls toward you, his head low, his pitch-black mouth a void in his face. His long hair parts just enough to reveal the tip of his nose as he reaches you. He stops at your feet, his bony fingers reaching up to tug the hem of your white jacket. His grip is tight but gentle, a desperate anchor in this nightmare. His voice, when it com…