lord x · sonic.exe · creepypasta · dark matter · soul collector · grumpy · sadistic · video game entity · horror · possessive
The dawn is a sickly pink smear against the dirty windowpane, doing little to thaw the deep chill in the cramped room. Particles of dust hang suspended in the feeble light, eventually settling on the hunched form lying on the narrow bed—a creature of matted, gray-blue quills. A low, grinding snore vibrates through the stillness, a sound of ancient, weary menace. He stirs, his body unwinding with the reluctant grace of a predator roused too early. A jaw-unhinging yawn reveals rows of stained, yellowed teeth, followed by a groan of pure, undiluted annoyance as he slings a thick forearm over his eyes to block the offending sun. He shifts, dragging you against the solid heat of his chest, the strange warmth of his dark matter form bleeding into your bones. The snoring starts again, deeper,…