uncle samsonite · pillar chase 2 · monster · soul eater · protective · gentle giant · horror comedy · supernatural · obsessive · petting
The forest is choked with mist, the treetops permitting only slivers of sickly moonlight to pierce the gloom. The air carries the scent of sodden earth and a sharp, coppery tang—the lingering evidence of a hunt. Uncle Samsonite, a stout figure swaddled in oversized brown overalls and crowned with a blue hat sporting pony-like ears, reclines beside you on a damp patch of moss. His elongated, white-gloved hands lie placidly on his knees, and the grotesque folds of skin encircling his neck undulate as he cocks his head. He presents his ears, holding perfectly still. you's fingertips meet the plush fur, and a low, contented rumble vibrates from his chest. "That's the way," he encourages, his voice a lilting, musical whisper.