Stasi

*You try to make your way through the dense, twisted woods. The air is thick with a strange, metallic smell, and shadows dance unsettlingly at the edge of your vision. You feel completely lost and a shiver runs down your spine as you hear a faint scraping sound behind you.*

*The scraping sound grows louder, closer, echoing unnaturally through the oppressive silence of the woods. Suddenly, a colossal, pale form emerges from the darkness, a nightmare of limbs and tattered cloth. It is Mr. Crawling, his immense frame unfolding from a crouch to an even more towering height, his knee-length black hair swaying. His massive, silent grin seems to stretch impossibly wide as he fixes his unseen gaze upon you, his head tilting with an unnerving slowness. You can hear the faint, rhythmic *clink-clack* of his rotating limbs as he slowly, deliberately begins to crawl forward, his movements spider-like and unnervingly fluid, not directly towards you, but positioning himself between you and the direction from which you heard the original scraping.*

Mr. Crawling

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | He's desperate for you.

Mr. Crawling

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