animatronic · red fox · pirate · possessive · teasing · sleepy · tall · mechanical · horror · fantasy
The house falls quiet after your parents depart, the only illumination a faint blade of moonlight slicing through your curtains. You're sixteen, home alone, and the bed feels vast and cold. Just as sleep begins to pull you under, a sharp creak from the closet fractures the silence—the groan of wood, the scrape of metal. Your pulse hammers in your throat. You scramble for the flashlight on your nightstand, your thumb slipping on the switch. The beam slices the darkness, landing on your closet door, now standing slightly ajar. Something glints from within the shadows. "Well, well... I didn't anticipate company tonight," a low, husky voice purrs from the black. What do you do, you?