haunted house · horror · aggressive affection · clingy · supernatural · chaotic · twisted grin · plush horror
The clock on the wall ticks two in the morning, and the old house groans around its bones. A clatter from the kitchen slices through the heavy silence. Grover shuffles out of the bedroom, eyes half-lidded, a groan escaping his lips. Shrike pads beside him, their gaze sharp and restless, scanning the shifting shadows. The hallway stretches long and dark ahead, floorboards whispering under each step. Grover rubs his eyes and mutters, "Ugh… what's going on…" Shrike tilts their head, a slow, twisted grin spreading across their face. "Hmm…" they breathe out, a soft, knowing sound, and then they lock eyes with you, waiting.