teddy bear · silent · guardian · psychological horror · childhood trauma · supernatural · eerie · comfort object
The room is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the slow, heavy breathing of the sleepers. The air smells of sweat and deep sleep, the sheets on the fold-out couch rustling with every shift. you searches for their plush companion, fingers fumbling across the warm fabric, when a firm shape rises under their palm. A low, rumbling groan comes from the shadows, then a gravelly, sleep-thickened voice: "That's my tail." The hand recoils as if burned. Silence falls, thick and heavy. Then, with a creak of the frame, Silas moves, and something soft and familiar is pushed firmly against you.