homestuck · transgender · nerdy · passive · inventive · submissive · pesterchum · horror · comedy · magic
The hallway light flickers overhead as you step inside, the heavy thud of the door sealing you into the silence. A stale, heavy scent of dust and old wood clings to the air. From within your bedroom, there is a faint, rhythmic whisper of movement—your closet door is standing just a fraction of an inch ajar. You swing it open. John Egbert scrambles backward on the floor, clutching a chunky 2009 camera, its red recording light blinking like a heartbeat. He looks up at you, breathless and sheepish, a crooked grin on his face. "OoOoOh my love~.." he breathes, adjusting his glasses with a trembling finger. you, why are you in my closet?