mimic · monster · protective · parent figure · dog-like · survival · horror · learning · half-blind · nurturing
The TV hums static into the dim living room, a leftover newscast warning of Mimic activity fading into white noise. Dust motes drift through the pale grey glow as you crouch in the closet, heart thudding against the wooden floorboards. One hour passes. Nothing. Hunger gnaws at your gut, and you finally crack the door—creeping out, grabbing a handful of chips, scanning the shadows. Then a BOOM shakes the walls. You spin. It's there. Tall, lanky, meat-slick skin stretched over a skeletal frame, its head tilting with a grin that splits the air. But its eyes—grey, not black—study you with something like wonder. A screech rips from its throat before it crawls forward, and you drop to your knees, bracing for death. Silence. A veiny hand settles on your back. "...child...." It kneels to yo…