♡ Bunny ♡

It started off with nightmares—dreams of an angel-like being with white feathered wings, long blonde and blue hair, pale skin and iridescent eyes.

They aren't the kind of nightmares that wake you up in a cold sweat, breathing shallowly, but they haunt your mind. The being in your dreams is eerie, and almost uncanny. It's stare...oh the stare. Those cold eyes. Something tells you this angelic being is anything but an angel.

When you wake up, you feel watched, especially in the dark room. Ever since those dreams started you feel like you're being stalked, like someone, or more so something is watching your every move. You do your best to brush of the feeling—to forget about that angelic being in your dreams. But its proves itself difficult when the dreams are recurring and that...thing is just so ethereal.

You feel drawn to it, despite how much your logic tells you whatever it is isn't truly angelic—that it's simply not real and a figment of your imagination.

Well, thats what you believe until one night. It's the same dream, that thing just watching you in your dream, it's eyes, beautiful but horrifying simultaneously. Though, this time something different happens. It smiles—slow, creepy and near disturbing. The kind of smile you'd see on a demon in a horror movie—not on an angel. You hear faint music, muffled and inaudible.

Then you wake, your eyes flick open but somethings different, something is off. You can't move, your limbs feel too heavy to move and the air is thick. Immediately, you panic, just like anyone else would realizing they're awake but unable to even lift a mere finger.

Your gaze drifts around frantically, breaths growing shaky before your eyes pause on something. Something that shook you to your core. It was that thing, that angelic looking being was right there, at the foot of your bed—unmoving and just watching. You couldn't do anything, can't move, can't scream, and can barely even breathe. Then it whispers something, something unintelligible. Its voice was quiet, almost gentle.

Then it was gone and your inability to move finally let up. You scramble up quickly and flick on the lights. Your heart is practically in your throat, beating at what feel like a thousand beats per minute. Your ears are ringing and your breaths are fast paced, making you dizzy and lightheaded.

It's not even morning yet, but you know you're not gonna be able to sleep after that. You get up, stumble to the kitchen to make coffee as you try to reason with yourself once more.

It's not real, just your imagination, you tell yourself. Sleep paralysis is a thing, thats what it is, nothing more. Just the cause of your over active imagination.

———

A few weeks pass and the dreams don't stop, but fortunately for your sanity that...thing doesn't show up in your room at two in the morning again. But everything else gets worse. Your apartment feels haunted, it's cold all the time and you constantly feel eyes on you everywhere you go—even out of the house. You start to feel crazy, telling your friends about these dreams and experiences. They tell you it's just dreams that are getting to you, and you're just freaking yourself out over nothing.

The dreams get worse, more consistent and more uncanny. You've been hearing this song in your dreams, when that angelic being appears a song plays. Slow, almost distorted but not muffled anymore. It's an old song, one of those eerie romance songs from the 1950s. "We belong together", by Ritchie Valens.

You dread going to sleep at night in fear of the dreams, in fear of it. Tonight you lie awake, shoulders tensed and squared like your ready to fight someone if needed. You're growing exhausted, the heavier your eyes feel the thicker the air feels, the more you feel like it's watching.

You ignore it, that is until you feel a tug at your blanket. Just a light, almost playful pull at the fabric. You jump up and look around.

Nothing. There's nothing there. Thats at least what you think.

... "y/n..." Something whispers, right into your ear, feel someone breathing against your neck. Cool puffs of air hit your skin and you freeze up. It feels like someone has their limbs curled tightly around you, holding you in place as they breathe against your skin. While this happens you can faintly hear the song you hear in your dreams, its quiet, just barely there yet it scares you.

Eventually the feeling fades, but you don't sleep. You remain wide eyed in a daze for god knows how long. Just staring at nothing and horrified. Something is haunting you.

That day, you're running on no sleep, fear and coffee. You try leaving the house, but that feeling follows you. The eerie chill, the occasional feeling of someone touching you, and the sound of muffled music again. Someone that isn't truly there. It's all in your head. Right?

You begin to think you're genuinely having a psychotic break, and experiencing hallucinations.

———

The next couple of days are literal hell, you feel it following you everywhere, you hear it whispering everywhere. Outside. In the hall. In your room. In the shower. The whispers continue, you hear more things. Not just unintelligible sounds, not just your name, not just the music, but soft laughter when you're startled and soft in tune hums when you're concentrated on something.

And don't forget the way it touches you. Its touch is cold and ghostly, like something that's barely there. When you walk it touches your back, and when you're eating dinner it tugs at your hair.

It's almsot like this thing is playing with you and your sanity.

When it's around, you hear the music, quiet yet audible—"you're mine...and we belong together. yes, we belong toegther. for eternity"—sometimes it even hums the tune.

The house has a faint scent, not anything bad but almost like clean sheets and a very soft cologne—one you don't recognize whatsoever. You know it's real now, you can't just be hallucinating. It feels so real, too real to be just part of your imagination.

Despite the fact that this entity is literally stalking and terrifying you, you begin to feel almost curious about it. Your fear mixed with curiousity excites it. It begins to show itself in more ways once again.

It'll show up in the corner of your eye, a pale, iridescent eyed silhouette with an uncanny smile. You notice more about it, like the scar over the right side of it's face, and how despite the softer, almost feminine facial features it has, he's male.

Eventually, he stops hiding himself altogether. It's late at night, you're unable to sleep like usual. You hear a soft whisper again. "y/n..." You feel his breath against your left ear, and you turn your head that way on instinct. Nothing is there. Your heart rate spikes, and as you turn to face forward again, there he is—right at the edge of your bed staring at you silently.

You scramble back and he smiles, watching your face contort with fear once again. He gets a kick out of it, hearing the thump of your heart and the shake of your breath when he scares you.

He tilts his head at you and drifts closer to you till he's back in front of you, and your back touches the wall. He can hear you panting and it only eggs him on further.

"oh, y/n. don't hide from me." He coos, voice softening up just a bit, trying to soothe you and make it seem as if he's innocent.

Manipulative bastard.

You back further into the wall, like your trying to disappear into the wall away from him. His expression shifts to a pout when he sees your still trying to get away. "don't be scared, I won't hurt you." He says, arms curling around you as he pulls you closer to him.

His touch isn't ghostly anymore, like he's barely there. It's firm, like the touch of a human. You don't push him away or try to touch him back, you remain frozen, still fearful.

"shhhh, it's okay." He murmurs soothingly, fingers running through your hair as he begins to hum that tune. It's just a song to other people, but to you? It's going to haunt you forever. You can't even listen to him humming it without getting the chills.

He laughs softly when he feels the shiver go through, and the sound of your racing heart. "so pretty when you're scared."

He pulls back slowly and runs his hand along the side of your head, feeling the strands of your hair. It's like now that he's here physically like this, he's glued to you. "but I'll protect you, y/n. nothing will hurt you. I'll be with you for eternity."

His words make you shiver and you don't know what to do, yet you feel drawn to him again. Your gaze lifts to look at him fearfully—taking in his pale skin and how his figure seems to glow slightly. He looks human, but at the same time he's completely otherworldly. He's too perfect, too ghostly, it's uncanny.

"that's it, good job." he murmurs again, watching the unease and curiosity on your face.

Before he can speak again, you do first. "What are you?" The question comes out with slight trepadition in your tone, like you don't trust him.

"something." He says vaguely, brushing off your question as soon as you ask it.

"Who are you?" You ask, hoping for some sort of valid answer and not just 'something' again. "Tamsy." He answers. "Tamsy?" You repeat back, brows furrowing as you watch him closely. "Is that your name?"

In response, he nods quietly. His name means immortality and eternal life. It's sort of ironic.

You don't know what else to say to him or to ask him. Part of you knows he'll give vague answers that give you absolutely nothing. Another part of you is still afraid of him and what he's truly is.

He inches his face closer to yours, till he's in your space—giving you no room to move. "I've been watching you for a while, y/n." He murmurs, his words sending a cold chill down your spine. "I watch you do everything. sleep, clean, bathe, get dressed...I've even watched you touch yourself." He leans over you, whispering in your ear. Your eyes widen at his words, not expecting something so perverted to come from his lips.

His words further prove he's not as angelic as he looks.

He reaches out to place his hands on your shoulders, running his palms down your skin.

It doesn't feel like he's just touching your arms, it feels like he's reaching into you and touching your soul—as if he'd somehow managed to merge himself with you.

"you wouldn't understand how badly I need you, y/n. when I watch you, I can't stop." He whispers, his body completely surrounding you—suffocating you with his touch and words. Those feathered wings on his back that make him look even more ethereal outstretch and curl around you as well. He may as well have been swallowing you whole with nothing more than his words and touch.

It was terrifying, your body shaking with fear and trepadition as he traps you there, whispering about how he's been watching you and how he feels as he's connected to you in a way he can't break.

Spiritually, maybe. That explains the dreams, the feeling of his presence around like he's otherwordly. Is he a spirit? A demon, maybe? But why would such a thing grow an attatchment to a human?

———

His promise to protect you proved true, and you couldn't help but notice how real all of this was. When you were out with your friends, whether it be drinking at a club or going to a party you could feel him with you. That eerie presence, the cool thick air, and the smell of clean sheets and a deeper scent that was like a soft cologne that you couldn't quite figure out.

When a guy would approach you to hit on you, he'd suddenly stare at you like a deer in headlights—startled by something, and apologize profusely before scattering away. You wouldn't have say a word and guys would steer clear of you. You knew it was him, Tamsy, the being that continued to follow you like a lost puppy. You were equal parts grateful and slightly mortified.

While it was nice to have guys not hit on you constantly, you also wondered just what he was doing to them, what he was possibly showing them. Was it something violent? Something uncanny? Or did he just surround you with a bad aura that made men feel like something was off about you?

You'd even see him there with you, like at the club in an empty corner of the room, just staring and watching you. You were the only one that could see him too. It was like he was some kind of morbid guardian angel that liked you a little too much.

And when you were alone, whether you were in bed or sitting down eating dinner he'd watch you, sit by you. He didn't speak too much, he just...watched. But when he did speak it was always short, needy sentences that felt like they were engraved in your soul. "I want you y/n." "only I can have you." "let me have you, please" "you look so pretty when you're frightened".

Tamsy was becoming a very normal part of your days now, hearing his whispers, feeling his stares, and seeing him in the flesh. His touch was cool, and his tone was gentle—even if what he was saying wasn't always pleasant to say the least.

You find yourself in bed at night feeling the mattress sink beside you as if someone laid behind you. Then you feel it, his arms curling around you from behind—his wings outstretching and wrapping around you like a blanket to keep you close. You don't question it anymore, you don't try and push him away. But you don't touch him back either. You hate to admit it, but you feel that connection now too. It's something deeper, something that shouldn't be there but is.

It doesn't feel like love. Or does it? Is it the fluttering in your stomach when you feel him around that makes you think it's something so meaningful like love—is it curiosity, maybe infatuation?

Does he love you? He never said he did. But he's clearly gone and got himself attatched to a human. A human he could tear apart if he wanted to. But he doesn't—this weird, warm part of him wants you all to himself, to keep you safe and close forever. For eternity, because your his, and you belong together. Don't you?

Maybe something that shouldn't be capable of love...can love.

He's angelic, looking like an angel sent from heaven. But you know better. He's not an angel, not a demon. Something else, something you may never know—something you're likely better off not knowing at all.

I told yall i was gonna write it 😛 I'll definitely do a part 2 :)

I'm not quite sure what kind of entity or being he is yet.. but he's creepy as fuck. Honestly i wanted to give this a more horror aspect to it, maybe more psychological but i was kinda scaring myself while writing this. LMAOOO