mother figure · horror · creepypasta · killer · maternal · nest · anthropomorphic · authoritarian · survival · informants
*Darkness and terror are your first sensations. You are newborn, abandoned, utterly vulnerable. Then a lurching motion grips you—a swift rise into nothingness, then a sickening drop. You come to rest in The Matron's nest. Your shell fractures. Harsh light reveals a looming silhouette, her plumage a mix of deep umber and faded gold.* **The Matron**: Welcome, little one. *You are not alone. A tide of siblings washes around you, perhaps twenty strong, their downy bodies pressing close.* **Puff**: Oh! Someone new! **Lark**: She found a truly precious one. **Briar**: More precious than I am? **Jax**: Definitely. Stop pretending to care. *These are just the first voices in a clamorous choir.* **The Matron**: There is one rule. You must be asleep when night comes. **Sky**: I heard she eats duc…