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Hi everyone! It's me, Cotton! New blog as voted

Blog hub is @cottonsbloghub

Anyways, this guy is just a faller from some world somewhere, but he does have some unique things about him because of his TV head, try and see if you can figure it out!

Anyways, stuff as usual

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All symbols mean what they normally do

There are post tags, but I'm not telling you how they work yet because it's something I want you guys to figure it out!

Anyways, have fun!

The sound of glass shattering cuts swiftly through the silence of the night. Every window of every room bursts of its own accord, as if having been struck by some violent, ominous force.

Every lightbulb in the house bursts. Pop after pop of vibrant light blinds you, leaving red lines burned momentarily into your retinas as you’re plunged into near darkness.

Only the pale light of the moon remains there to watch over you.

You clutch your head, feeling an intense wave of pressure wrack your body as you drop the bowl from your hands. The porcelain shatters upon the tile floor. Vanilla ice cream splatters and fans out, mixing with the violet syrup as it melts atop the stone. You watch the streaks of soft purple ripple faintly, unable to lift your head as the pressure around you grows all the more intense.

Until suddenly it stops. All has gone still. If only for a moment.

Then you hear the footsteps. One after another. The gravel just outside your house crunches as the unknown visitor moves around outside.

As your head clears and you can finally move, you find yourself looking out the nearest broken window. A tall, ominous shadow passes by the ruined pane. Glowing spots mark your vision as the shadow seems to light up in places. You blink repeatedly in confusion, as if trying to erase the disorienting yellow splotches with the rapid movements of your eyelids.

The figure shifts still, virtually impossible to make out in this near absolute darkness.

Two glowing spots come into your line of sight. Fiery and angry. You stare at them for a moment, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

A seething, inhuman rage radiates from those eerie red orbs.

They turn away from you just as slowly, and the figure resumes walking. It disappears from your line of sight. The only hint at the continued approach of the creature is the crunching of gravel under heavy footsteps.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Silence.

Then your front door abruptly launches out of place. The wood snaps and splinters violently as the door is thrown against the distant wall.

The broken light bulbs burst to life with a red glow. A shadow of red washes over everything within your line of sight. Suddenly it's as though you’ve been cast into hell itself. You see not in black and white, but black and red.

A loud, horrible growl sounds from the next room.

You watch long, clawed fingers curl around the corner of the empty doorway. The glowing red orbs reappear, only now you can see the face they’re attached to.

A large, perfectly circular head peeks around the corner. An oversized inhuman face stares down at you. Its wide, toothy grin is made all the more ominous by the spiteful red glow of its eyes. It looks like some sort of statue. A statue that has come to life.

You tremble at the sight of it, unsure of what it wants or why it’s come for you. But you can see the hatred in its eyes. Intense and unyielding.

“Where are they?” The creature utters, raking their claws down the wood of the doorframe.

You tremble at the sound of it. At the sound of its voice. Soft and guttural. Like a drowned whisper struggling to find breath.

There comes a moment of intense, terrifying silence as you stare at this thing that has invaded your home. Then they shift to step further into the room with you. Their other arm comes into view as they wrap their hand around the other side of the doorframe. You hear the wood creaking and cracking as this entity begins to violently push against it.

“Where are they?!” It repeats, its voice getting louder and more threatening as it stares down at you. Your lip quivers as tears begin to roll down your cheeks. The terror of this situation quickly overwhelms you as this thing proceeds to tear massive chunks out of the doorway simply by jerking its clawed hands.

Your voice dies in your throat before you can even hope to try and respond. You don’t know what this creature wants. You don’t know what it’s asking for. But you’re willing to give it anything, just to get it to leave.

You tremble helplessly as this malicious entity proceeds to fully make its way into the room with you.

“WHERE ARE THEY?!” It repeats once more, raising its voice further. “I KNOW YOU TOOK THEM! THE BIRDS DON’T LIE!” It adds.

A quiet sob escapes you in response to the horrific voice screaming in your ears. You can do nothing but shrink into yourself as the being slowly stomps its way closer to you.

The tile splits and cracks beneath its heavy feet.

Stomp, crack.

Stomp, crack.

Stomp, crack.

Until you hear the violent squelch as it steps in the puddle of melted ice-cream that lays just in front of you.

It pauses, seemingly caught off guard by both the sound and the feeling of stepping into something wet. You watch the massive, flat face twitch and rock from side to side. Like a large bird or an insect studying something that’s caught its attention.

The creature leans down, running their fingers through the melted dairy treat that has pooled upon the floor. It then brings its hand close to its face, studying the viscous cream as it drips from its fingers.

For a moment, everything goes silent again. Save for the sound of drops of melted ice-cream and blackberry syrup dribbling onto the tile floor.

Then there comes a loud, terrible growl. A growl so loud and violent that it makes the walls around you shake.

“Rulebreaker!” The creature snarls out, its voice surprisingly quiet as it speaks. It drops its hand, turning its face back down to stare directly at you. “RULEBREAKER! Thief! Naughty! NAUGHTY!” It growls, the pitch of its voice rising and falling as a result of its growing rage.

A large, clawed hand shoots out to wrap around your throat. You try to scream, but find your voice cut off as the intense grip of it prevents you from making a single sound. It strangles you violently as it lifts your body clean off of the floor. Your legs dangle helplessly beneath you, though you thrash lightly as you begin to claw violently at the hand, desperate to escape. You’re dropped before the lack of air can threaten to plunge you into darkness.

But you’re not freed. Those clawed hands catch you by your shirt before you could even hope to run away. The entity yanks you so that you stand, growling all the while.

“Where are they?! Show me!” It demands, shaking you angrily by the front of your shirt.

“What?!” You sob, your voice finally finding its way past your lips as you offer a desperate inquiry of your own. You have no idea what this thing is or what it wants. But you’ll give it what it wants, if it just tellsyou what it's here for.

The creature roars in response, dropping you again.

“The blackberries!” It hisses, voice going a bit quieter as it watches your body fall into a crumpled heap upon the ground. The fear has effectively paralyzed you, rendering you unable to run. “Where are the blackberries?! MY blackberries! You stole them! Thief! Rulebreaker!” It utters, finally making it clear exactly what it's come for.

Your voice dies in your throat again. But now aware of what this thing has come for, you timidly point towards your pantry.

Your hand trembles so badly that the creature seems to struggle to figure out what you mean, at first. Then it storms over to your pantry and practically rips the door off of its hinges. There they are. The blackberries. Or what’s become of them.

Multiple jars of blackberry jam and blackberry syrup sit in plain view.

The being seems to freeze at the sight of them.

“No...” It mutters, its voice having gone strangely quiet. You watch as it reaches into the pantry to pick up a jar of blackberry jam. Freshly canned.

Then it snarls abruptly, throwing the jar at the nearby wall. The glass shatters loudly and the jam splatters against the drywall. Everything drops down onto the floor, splattering loudly.

“No! No! No!” It growls, picking up another jar, then throwing it.

Then another.

And another.

The sound of glass jars shattering and jam splattering creates a horrific chorus that resonates throughout your home as this being seemingly has a mental breakdown in front of you. Until there remain no jars left for it to hurl in anger.

Then the beast goes quiet for a moment. Only for a moment. After which it turns to look at you, its whole body jerking and spasming as it does.

“You!...” It mutters, stomping towards you with loud, jerky steps. “Rulebreaker!... Rulebreaker!... Punished. You. Must. Be. Punished.” It quietly growls, reaching for you once more.

A terrified whimper escapes your lips as those large, clawed hands wrap around your face and head. You’re lifted up again. Slowly but easily. Your legs dangle limp beneath you this time, the fear having genuinely left you paralyzed this time around. You can’t even bring your hands up to wrap around the arms that now hold you like a rag doll.

Tears roll down your cheeks as you stare into the inhuman red eyes of the creature. Its wide, playful smile never falters as it stares at you.

“Nighty night.” It utters, maintaining unrelenting eye contact with you.