Bro, imagine if I opened up suggestions to huggy wuggy requests... that would be wild.
...but like, if I did. What would you want to see?
Because I just imagine HW stalking and watching as you explore the, what you think is, abandoned toy factory. You feel as if you're being watched, but there's nothing there every time you turn around, causing your anxiety to spike. You hear and see things, but continue to chop it up to your increased paranoia of being alone in a dark scary place. Meanwhile, he's watching your every move. Close enough to keep an eye on you, but far enough to where you can't see him unless you know where to look.
Every jump, or screech that escapes your panicked body leaves his gaze locked on you. He just finds you so interesting, so... familiar, to the point where he doesn't want to look away. He lets you wander until you're far enough that you won't even get close to a door before he has his lanky figure wrapped around yours, which is so much smaller in comparison. The man's ten feet of pure terrifying fluff. The second you see him, you lose your shit.
As he slowly makes his way out of the hallway, you aren't sure what he is. You just know you don't want to be near him. So you run as fast as you can, you bolt in any direction that will take you farthest away from him, but he's already ten steps ahead of you. Your running with all your strength, going wherever he isn't, completely unaware that he's maneuvering you into a dead end.
He wants to see the look of pure terror wash over your face when you realize there's nowhere left to run. He wants to see you quiver underneath him, thinking that any move you make very well could be your last. He wants you to beg him to spare your life while sobbing so hard you can barely catch your breath. That alone will be worth every extra second it takes until you're right where he wants you.
When you're cornered, you do everything he thinks you would. You cry, and beg, as he slowly walks over to your cowering figure that sinks against the wall the closer he gets. He towers over you, leaning down to get an even closer look. You're hiding your face in your palms away from his gaze, which makes him mad. He lets out a low grumble as he places his velcroed hand onto your head, a bit of your hair getting caught in it. You look up, your lip quivering as you let out a few more stray sobs. When your eyes connect, that feeling of familiarity from earlier washes over him even stronger than before.
Yeah... he likes you.
