Elvister

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(P. S. : Everything there is only in Ukrainian language) And don't say that I didn't warn you, please!

Mr. Crawling, as soon as his feet set foot on your floor, liked to hide in the dark and from time to time scare you, but always unintentionally. Once, tired and exhausted after a hard day, you returned home and did not see your protector on the threshold - this added even more bitterness to your mood on a picturesque night.

Passing into the depths of the dark rooms, you reach for the switch, leaving the door slightly open to remember where you have already been and where you have not yet looked. Your eyes narrow in the dense darkness of the children's room, and suddenly you notice a tall, barely visible figure that has turned its head towards you. It looks at you intently, not taking its unseeing gaze off, and smiles broadly, and at that moment your blood freezes in your veins, and your stomach twists unpleasantly. You are not yet used to such tricks of this monster, although thoughts about it have visited your imagination more than once.

The ghost giggles quietly and a little squeakily, without taking a single step towards you. You were not sure what you were really trembling from: whether it was fear for you, or for your own child. She was sleeping peacefully in the crib, but you could only guess - the tall figure of a man was blocking her sleep from your eyes. His dark shadow seemed to be deliberately closing her from you, as if trying to protect her from her own mother.

Suddenly you turn on the light, and the room is filled with a bright glow. Mr. Crawling falls to his knees with a flash, as if nothing had happened. He crawls towards you, dragging a dark robe behind him and combing the floor with his coal and long hair. Your heart is still beating faster when you decide to slowly look up at the child. And indeed, she was peacefully dozing in her crib. Your feet lead you to her to make sure of this, leaving the monster on the doorstep alone. As soon as you look into the baby's crib, you see her tightly closed eyes and a calm, relaxed expression on her face. You exhale with relief, and out of the corner of your eye you notice that the blanket covers her up to her neck and remember that you covered her up to her stomach. A calm smile appears on your face and a soft and caring look when your head turns to your partner, because you already guessed that this was his handiwork. He giggles again and waits for you at the exit door, carefully watching your every move.

—I'm proud of you, you're good. I love you, — you whisper, stroking Mr. Crawling's head. His soft hair was pleasant to the touch, which made you want to hold your hand on it. The monster giggled and repeated your words, addressing himself, because the voice and praise of his beloved is the best reward that exists for a black-haired man.

// Enjoy reading ☕🫖

[elvister]

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⊹ ִ  ݊  ּ𓆇 ִ ׁ ˖ ⏜ ⭒݊ ִ ᮫  ⏜𓆇 ุ๋.𖥔 ࣪˖

  we choose not our world, but theirs. + new writing style, what do you think?

︶ׅ◠ִ◯◌⃝⏝ਨׄ🪙ৌ⏝◠݄◯︶

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           ୨୧                ୨୧

・゜-: ✧ :—

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⊹ ࣪✩«𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠?»❀࿐ ｡˚

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In a semi-dark room, where shadows flickered from the elevator button, There stood a girl with silver hair. It sparkled like snow in this world: it complemented her with its icy beauty. Today your heart beat in the rhythm of a familiar and silent anxiety. You heard a voice on that old black phone - hard and incomprehensible. It tried to direct you to the exit as quickly as possible, pushing you out of this capsule, the world of monsters. Worried eyes peered from a dark corner; from mouth to their words were passed on from mouth to mouth. They whispered of your presence: today, perhaps, the tale of a great man ends.

You stand before a metal face—another world awaits you. The terrible sadness of all—today is farewell? Mr. Crawling slowly crawls to your feet, as if servant, abandons his pride and honor before you. You have been beheaded by the choice of truth and doubt. The blood rages in your warm veins, isn't it ironic?

—Leave us? You go?

The sadness in the back of his throat raged in a monster that even the sweetest honey would not help him. The cold crept over your skin—a terrible feeling. Your gaze pitifully envelops the gray face that has become the dearest in this world. The ghost has become more intrusive today: its strong hands grasp the dawn of hope with a firm grip. Is its great love for you really growing like a fire?

—Today I will stay, I will not abandon my status for anything. You turn your back on the elevator. Is this the end? Today, in the days of waiting, you choose them: the family that carried your "crown" behind you in exchange for a compromise. Your body descends, and your arms tightly embrace the happy "puppy." A happy giggle broke out from the damp walls—Mr. Crawling is grateful to you. Did you choose pity, or perhaps love for these creatures? This is the end, and you will no longer disturb this door to the hated and at the same time native world, which is no better than this one

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//Enjoy reading ☕🫖

[elvister]

Mr Crawling Х reader

!BLOOD!

➺ You can't shake the feeling of being grateful for your guard dog's presence. He may look intimidating, but judging a book by its cover has long been a no-brainer. Mr. Crawling knew there was no way back, so he stood between you and the unknown shadow in front of you, as if he sensed a great threat there. The monster's heart was beating wildly, but the target stood firm and steadfast in its position. It cried out to protect you at the cost of its own life, so the man was next to you. You tried to examine something in the deep darkness, clutching a crowbar in your hands, but it was all in vain. You felt that Mr. Crawling was about to stand on his two legs, like red pandas, to scare away danger. His muscles tensed, which emphasized the truth of your words - in your opinion. But instead, the black-haired man pulled you by the fabric of your raincoat, nervously peering into your pale face, both from fear and tension. You kneel down and immediately see his strong hands cup your face, pressing it against his courageous chest. You hear a strong tension, which, fortunately, does not threaten you. You still hold the crowbar, developing additional reflexes.

Finally, the monster let out a loud roar and revealed itself. Two meters tall, but smaller than Mr. Crawling; slender and with a flexible and long neck that could soar, filling the space behind it. His silver hair fell over his forehead and shoulders, covering some of them. The ghost is old and torn junk, which can hardly be called clothes. You hear the firm voice of the cheerful Mr. Crawling cutting into your enemy's ears:

— Get out of here! Don't touch her/us!

The monsters didn't chat for long, but the tension didn't subside. Your protector only hugged you tighter, clearly showing his serious intentions.

"I'll protect her! You can't take her from me," Mr. Crawling almost shouted, while your one hand clenched his dark robe into a fist. The man's hair, like coal, fell on your figure, partially masking you under him. You understand that there is no escape from a physical fight, so you only grip the scrap iron, which sparkled beautifully, more tightly with your fragile and delicate fingers. Suddenly, Mr. Crawling lets go of you and stands on his own two feet, looking more threatening. Your enemy accepted such a challenge, giggling disgustingly, as if teasing your defender. The alien ghost stretched its neck very quickly, directing it with wavy lines at you. But, fortunately, Mr. Crawling's deft and firm hand makes the alien's face not only stop, but also bleed, scattering it with crimson splashes of blood. You were dumbfounded in a mute stupor and with wide-open eyes watched the terrible scene before you: your monster was holding your already lifeless face, continuing to destroy and break it, although the body had long since fallen to the ground. The thud echoed along the walls, drowning out the soundless and lifeless voice of the dead man. Mr. Crawling threw it away somewhere far away and quickly sat down on his knees, just to calm you down with his gentle and careful strokes on your head. His fingers carefully ran through your curls, which were a little dirty with blood splashes.

—I worry about you. He threatens us, I protect you.

He would rather kill someone than see your organs and bones in the mouths of these monsters.

—Everything is fine, thank you, my dear, — you whisper, sharply hugging your protector. You were very grateful to him for such a feat

╰┄┅┄╼۫╼۫ ุೋ𓄼🌊 ࣪˖╼۫╼۫┄┅┄─╯

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┊𖥔      𝆭   𝆺𝅥  ۬݊݁࣪࣪࣪࣫۫   𝆭        𖥔 

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𖥔°₊𝆹𝅥𝆹𝅥˳𖥦⊹ꕀ𖥦⊹𖥦ꕀ𖥦⊹˳𝆹𝅥𝆹𝅥₊°𖥔

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𖢻ֹֺႋ᳝·݊× "𝕴𝖋."⁺༘֨ꦿ⃘

Your body trembled like an aspen leaf in a gust of cold wind. Your cheeks were flushed with a hot flush, and your eyes shone like two red-hot embers. Your lips were parched, and you could hear them sighing in short bursts. It seemed as if nature itself was at war with you: heat and cold alternated like waves in a turbulent sea. Your hands, weak and helpless, you clutched the edge of the blanket convulsively, seeking salvation from the merciless fire that burned you from within. You tried to close your hot and burning eyes, but only batted your dark and luxurious eyelashes a couple of times. Mr. Crawling quickly notices the change in your body and behavior . He immediately grabs your warm hand and asks you with great concern what’s wrong with you. You coughed a couple of times before answering the monster:

—I’m fine, I just got sick.

The black-haired man turns his head to the side, not understanding half of what you say. Instead, the man asks how to deal with it, and you dictate easy recipes to him in a hoarse and lowered voice. The ghost nods quickly and briefly retreats to the kitchen, taking the fruit with him, and then crawls into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. As soon as he comes into your sight, he places everything neatly on the bed, watching you carefully. Mr. Crawling placed his ragged fingers on the warm bed that you have warmed with your warmth. Monster tries to remember everything down to the smallest detail: what medications you take, how much you swallow; what fruits you eat, etc. When you're done, you ask the monster to remove it all from the bed, and you turn over on your side, trying to fall asleep. The man quickly removes everything and carefully climbs into you. In the animal fear of doing something wrong, the ghost moves away a couple of centimeters, but its observation does not leave you.

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Your heavy dream was like a struggle with the elements. Your body, heated by fever, now shuddered in convulsive jerks, now froze in tense immobility. The pillow under your head was wet with hot sweat, and your face was pale, as if made of wax. You tossed and turned in delirium, clutching the blanket, like a life preserver. Your breathing became ragged and hoarse, as if every breath was a battle for air. It seemed as if even in your sleep you were being pursued by an invisible enemy—a heat that gave no rest to your body. However, the monster lying next to you warmed your soul, holding his excited breath, holding your hand, as if once he let go of it, he would never see you again.

  •┈┈⋆┈⊰•❭ 𖥠 ❬•⊱┈⋆┄•

// The idea is not entirely mine, but I conveyed it in my own style. Enjoy reading ☕🫖

  •┈⋆┈⊰•❭ 🌊 ❬•⊱┈⋆┄•

•° ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

︶✧⏝ ✦⏝✧⏝✦

[elvister]

Hi Guys, I have my own channel, it is in Telegram, but it is purely in Ukrainian according to the Homicipher fandom. Right now, I'm putting headcanons out there just about Mr. Crawling, but later I can think of other characters too. https://t.me/ms_elvister <- This is a link to it, I'll be glad to see you!

[elvister]

(Hello guys. This is my first time putting out something like this, so I'd rather get flowers than rotten tomatoes, you know, hehe)

The cool autumn evening was enough to get you back home. In fact, this walk was especially inspiring and joyful for you when the same face was waiting at home - Mr. Crawling. He cannot hide how desperately he craves your approval. Even the slightest compliment can make him bite his lip, and his breath hitches, as if you had touched him in the most intimate way. The monster craves it so much that he actively does everything possible to earn your compliments. He directly deserves a treat for his good behavior. To you, this intrusion was unusual and enchanting, which turned your life upside down. Now, as you slowly walked home, forcing Mr. Crawling to peer out the window, in great anticipation of seeing you among the crowd, you felt a strange, focused gaze on you. It seemed predatory, and the figure itself approached you with some grace, trying to catch up under the mute lanterns that reflected the dim lights of its own light. You instinctively turn the corner and reflexively search somewhere deep in your pocket for your keys - it is on them that you rest your last hope. The man shouts something, addressing you, and you, in animal fear, almost run home, praying along the way that you will arrive safe and sound, healthy and alive. Your heart seemed to promise to jump out of your ribs, falling and smashing against the ground - the pursuer does not care. Nothing will prevent him from doing his dirty work with you and going with a pure smile in the other direction, leaving your soul as naked as your body. What a pity that in this world you turn a corner and don't see a crowbar, although, it seems, back then it was simply happiness to get a weapon for free in such a dangerous and bestial world. You finally find yourself in the entrance, but in your haste you forget to close the metal door, which became your fatal mistake - a man instantly enters and almost steps on your heels. How lucky that the door handle clicked and you finally entered, greedily grabbing air with your mouth. Mr. Crawling carelessly but quickly crawls towards you, and his smile involuntarily changes to an anxious expression on his face. Crawling closer, he was just about to open his mouth when there was a loud and insistent knock on the door.

You didn’t dare to say a word, so you covered your mouth with your hands, shaking your head at your monster to keep quiet too. He didn’t immediately understand what was happening, and only over time, when you started crying, pressing your back against the door while that damned man was pounding on it, did Mr. Crawling stroke you. His massaging movements on the top of your head were gentle and calm, as if wanting to calm your breathing. You understand that this is the end, and you point your finger in the direction of the living room. The monster looked back, but not understanding anything, he looked at you questioningly. You wanted to hide the most valuable thing for you - Mr. Crawling, who, although he was moody, was so gentle, valuable and loving to you. The door was almost breaking, and your panic still didn’t subside. The monster looked away thoughtfully, and then, taking your hand, began to pull you towards the same living room you were pointing to. "Does he really think he can save you both?" you thought, almost sobbing out loud. You obeyed and quickly climbed into the dark closet where the sad and/or offended Mr. Crawling liked to hide. He hugged you tightly before actually leaving on his own, and then the darkness swallowed you up, tearing you away from him. You let the wall hold your back and hear crawling in the direction of the corridor, where the door was already open. Mr. Crawling began to slowly get to his feet. Through the crack, past which a little warm, living light was filtering through, you could see a terrible scene... The man muttered something under his breath before locking the door, and as soon as he turned around, he screamed. You also hear the sounds of a knife falling onto the warm floor and a gasp that turns into a brief crunch in men's neck. The body falls to the ground with no signs of life, starting to cool rapidly and sway, leaning against the already battered and damaged door, and the monster kneels down again and quickly crawls towards you. Your pupils narrowed from what you saw, even though you only saw half of it, and your heart started pounding like a beast again.

The monster quickly opens the closet door and, noticing you in horror, takes you into his warm embrace. His warm hands stroke your slender back, which shudders from the first contact with it itself. Your hands tightly embrace his neck, and you feel again great gratitude for the life saved once again at any cost.