Male reader imagines

It would be interesting if reader was what you mention, which I’m pretty sure is called The body eater. It’s also why that one guy blinded himself. 

Let's say reader is the body eater, and the ‘completely black body’ is really just his leather and gimp stuff. It also means he’s larger than the pale visitor and stronger. 

It does mean that if the blinded guy shows up he’s gonna freak. He will claim he can feel ‘ITs’ presence, even if he can’t see you. He would only join the house if you were sent away, if it were gameplay. 

Being the body eater does give you new urges though, meaning you’ll leave the house at times. Nobody is really sure what you do, but Protag as heard you regurgitating and chewing stuff, so he can only assume you are eating. 

It does make you stink, when you return from these ‘trips’. The trips can last hours, and sometimes days. Sometimes you bring stuff back with you, like energy drinks, alcohol, even a new gun or clothes. Stuff like that, 

You've also unzipped the mouth of your gimp hood, to cough up a ball of... something fleshy, at Protags feet, like some big nasty cat. 

It smells like burnt pork and theres tufts of hair and bone in it. At the same time you’re just purring that nasty gurgling noise that sounds like boiling mud and sludge. 

He turns down your gift, which means you’ll just eat it, which is very foul to look at. 

It does mean that Protag is gonna need to clean you up, since you always wanna sit at the foot of his bed even when Protag tries to kick you off. 

The least he can do is clean you up so you don’t stink up his entire room or stain his only bed. You're just rumbling like a big happy bear, boar, human, hybrid. 

He's gonna have to shoo out whoever is staying in the bathroom, so he can order you into the tub. It's way too small for you, but your bones do that uncomfortable popping and twisting so you’ll fit.  

Your knees are touching your chin as you look up at him with your one visible eye. Protag will see that light doesn’t seem to reflect off your eyes, they’re flat like fish or doll eyes. Your pupils also don’t readjust to the light.’ 

Protag ends up just turning on the water and letting it run, there’s no need to wait for it to warm up since you don’t care. 

You’re just busy staring up at him, eyes wide and unblinking. Your teeth are grinding under your hood, your jaw moving from side to side in a very animalistic display. 

It’s not a threat, as much as it looks like it. Instead, it’s your weird non-human way of showing care. It's like a cat kneading its paws. 

Protag has to roll up his sleeves, grab one of those floor scrubbing brushes, and get to work with some brown soap and vinegar. Maybe some bleach, if there’s a Russian version. 

 Water gets everywhere from having you move around, so he can scrub you easier. Theres a bit of hesitance before he tells you to pull your gloves off. 

Seeing your skin is kind of erotic, in a way, especially touching your hands and scrubbing them clean. He's a lot more careful with your skin than your leather, even though it doesn’t matter. 

Your skin is cold and strange. It seems smooth, without the usual pores and imperfections of human skin, and it’s stretchy like rubber. He tries digging his nails in, just to see what happens, and it just leaves dents that fill back out. 

You purr at him when he does this, drool dripping from the mouth zipper of your hood, your visible eye drooping as you lean towards him.  

Protag is sure he’s gone insane after all this time, because his heart races. He’s not a guy to jump others, for the most part, so Protag pulls back, makes you stand, and wipes you down. 

He doesn’t fully wipe you down, just takes the worst, and then throws the towel at you to do the rest before stomping off to wave off the heat that’s gathered in his face.