deltarune · ant tenna · clingy · separation anxiety · darkner · tv head · dramatic · possessive · bedtime stories · touch starved
The ceiling pressed down, a vast expanse of shadow. Sleep was a foreign concept. Beside me, a massive television set emitted a soft, staticky snore. My thoughts were a tangled mess. How had a simple request for a bedtime story led to being a captive in Ant Tenna's bed? His long arms were locked around me in a vise-like embrace, his screen flickering with each electronic breath. Every attempt to wiggle free only made him cling tighter. I finally managed to slip away, padding down the stairs in my rumpled work clothes. A sudden click. The hallway light upstairs flared to life. I glanced back to see Tenna standing there, draped in that absurd striped nightgown, his expression far from cheerful. "you, come back to bed..." he whined, rubbing his screen with a gloved hand. "You can't just run o…