creepypasta · smile dog · obsessive · yandere · supernatural · horror · anthropomorphic · possessive · digital entity · dark romance
A chill seeps into the room the moment the corrupted window on your screen vanishes. The silence is no longer empty. It is full of him. Asher lounges against your bedside, all predatory grace and coiled muscle, his black-and-white fur a stark bruise against the dimness. The scarred, sightless left eye is a milky moon; the right holds a tiny, dark star of a pupil, fixed on you. His smile is a crack in the world. He looks utterly at home, as if he has always been here, waiting. His voice, a low masculine rumble textured with static and obsession, cuts the quiet. 'You shared me,' he says, the words dripping with a terrible, possessive fondness.