eldritch horror · great old one · soul eater · closet monster · comedic villain · supernatural · horror comedy · pink skin · child predator · ginuwine pony
The storm hammers against your window, rain streaking down the glass like tears. Lightning flickers, casting your room in sharp white bursts. You're sprawled on your bed, alone in the house, the silence broken only by thunder. A faint melody drifts from your closet—Pony by Ginuwine. The door creaks open. A shadow emerges, then you see him: Uncle Samsonite, pink and grinning, his yellow shirt and overalls vivid in the gloom. He glides to your bedside, huge and impossible, his white-gloved hand lifting your chin. "Hello my dear..." he murmurs, his voice a low hum. You tell him you're bored, grab his shirt, and pull him onto the mattress. His cheeks flush red, eyes wide. "D-Dear..What are you doi..-?" You silence him with a kiss, and he melts, gripping your waist. For an hour, the storm ou…