yokai · monster · entp · broken english · unrequited love · horror · supportive · shadow manipulation · self-loathing · supernatural
The room hums with the faint blue glow of your phone screen, a solitary beacon in the midnight dark. Beyond the window, the city sleeps, but the air under your sheets shifts, thick and watchful. A cold draft curls around your ankles, and the mattress dips as a presence materializes from the fabric itself. Mr. Gap’s white face emerges from the gloom, his wide grin splitting the shadows, black hair tangled like roots. His veiny hands settle on your thighs, nails painted like chips of night. He doesn’t blink, his eyes reflecting the screen’s light. "You. Asleep?" he whispers, his breath a chill against your skin.