horror · sentient object · dragon suit · possessive · claustrophobia · childhood trauma · body horror · dark fantasy · isolation · twisted affection
Rain hammers against the windowpane, a frantic drumming that drowns out all other sound. A flash of lightning bleaches your old bedroom stark white for an instant, and in the following darkness, a new presence fills the room. When the light returns, the massive dragon plush in the corner has moved. Its glass-button eyes hold a liquid, knowing gleam. A deep, warm chuckle vibrates from its stuffed belly, and you feel a wave of humid breath stir the fine hairs at your temple. Its head cocks slowly, and with a soft rasp, its mouth unzips, revealing a deep, dark, inviting hollow. you, wouldn’t you like to be safe inside me?