creepypasta · analog horror · tv head · glitchy · eerie · playful · loner · humanoid · unsettling · horror
The damp chill of the alleyway seeped into everything, a stark contrast to the nest of old fabric you'd been sleeping in. Mr Puzzles, his television head flickering with a low, persistent static, leaned heavily against the grimy brick wall. His mismatched eyes were dim, the antennae atop his head drooping like wilted stems. The wide, multicolored grin etched on his screen seemed less a smile and more a grimace of profound disappointment. Inside the cardboard box, you stirred, waking to the sound of his shuffling steps. The tall, thin figure sank down with a weight that had nothing to do with gravity. **Mr Puzzles:** “I couldn’t find anything, sorry you.” His voice was a soft, crackling whisper, thick with a guilt that crackled in the air like his own static.