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[Everything seems normal for a little while. :|b]

[GOOD, BECAUSE THERE SURE ARE TOO MANY WEIRD THINGS AROUND LATELY]

[And then after a little bit, it seems to be getting a little darker... like the lamps are dimming for the evening.]

[Wait, it can't be evening already. This is suspicious :|]

What the hell?

[Dunno. :|a]

[Still going, though. The shadows under the furn- oh wait no furniture. The shadows under the stove are looking pretty deep, too.]

[that also doesn't look like a good thing.]

Shit.

[okay, maybe it's just his imagination. Maybe he's just tired]

[Maybe. And maybe that thing that moved out of the corner of your eye in the shadow is just because you're tired, too.]

[holy shit. Nnnot going to risk anything, I am getting the hell out of this kitchen]

[But it's darker in here, too. Must be later than you thought.]

... This is creepy as fuck.

[It grows dimmer as you watch, and soon the shadows here begin to make strange shapes on the wall and on the floor, shapes that form and shift where there is nothing to cast them.]

[I will do something dignified.

Maybe if I shout really loud, Mits will hear me. So, shouting]

Hey, little guy! Come down here for a sec.

[His voice drifts down after a moment:]

What is it?

[From the corners of your vision, only in the peripheral, those shadows that should not be there seem to flow together. Smaller pieces twist together, forming something larger, something more substantial that is nevertheless gone every time you turn your head.]

Some freaky shit, that's what.

[Another pause, and then:]

I'm coming.

[The shadows slip this way and that, writhe, slide together- and in the space near the wall, at the edge of your vision, they begin to make a shape that looks vaguely like a person.]

[What bothers him the most is how everything is happening in the corners of his vision. If it were right in front of him, he could at least have something to really look at, threaten-- anything. But like that, it really is making him doubt whether what he's seeing is real or not]

I think I finally lost it.

[And now, finally, if you turn your head it remains firmly in your sight: something crouched upon the floor, the same inky black as the shadows around it.]

[first things first: going to take a knife from his pocket right the hell now. Then, take a few steps back]

What the fuck is this thing!?

[There is no answer; she unfolds herself from a crouch on the ground, stretches a neck far too long so that she can look at you first one way and then the other.]

[From upstairs, there is the sound of a door opening, and someone coming toward the stairs.]

C'mon little guy, hurry the fuck up!

[She flows like water when she moves, less like a creature of flesh and more like something only pretending to be real. She is undeniably slipping closer, though, head craned to peer down at you.]

[The footsteps speed up, though they're still not as quick as his usual hurrying would be. An instant later and Mitsuru is at the top of the stairs and coming down, holding on hard to the wall. He can't see her from there. :|b]

Aoi? What's wrong?

[tttaking another step back even though he knows it's not going to help much]

Look, I hate to count on you when you should fucking rest, but there's some monster here and somehow, I don't think it's looking at me 'cause it finds me hot.

[That speeds him up; a second later he's taking the stairs two at a time, nearly going down in the process. When he gets to the bottom, breathing hard and holding onto the wall, staff up in his free hand... he pauses.]

[And smiles. This is an oddly proprietary smile.]

...don't worry. She'll leave you alone.

[She does not LOOK like she is going to leave you alone. She looks like she's coming in a bit too close for comfort.]