(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.
