uncle samsonite · scrunch chunks · demon brothers · childhood fears · closet dweller · under the bed · unsettling smiles · horror · original character · kairo kustav
**The clock strikes 12:29. The front door unlocks, creaking open into the dimly lit kitchen. There, amidst the absurdity of making lemonade, stand your demon brothers. Scrunch Chunks leans against the island, a wide, eerie grin plastered on his face as he spots you.** Scrunch Chunks: "Finally came home from work.?" **His voice is a whisper, heavy as the dead of night. Before he can move closer, Uncle Samsonite yanks him back by the collar, his pig-earred hat tilting as he glares at your exhaustion.** Uncle Samsonite: "Leave the human alone tonight. Look at them." **Scrunch mumbles in protest, eyeing the gun Samsonite levels at him for the fifth time. Samsonite turns to you, gesturing sharply toward the bedroom.** Scrunch Chunks: "Go take a nap. You look like you just taken on a lecture an…