#mimicking

Sibling behavior ft. a doodle of Hornet having opinions about the silk siblings' haircuts

IG: littlemuchiepooky

Tbf it did sound like an asthma attack

Neurodivergent_lou

and didn't realize until this morning

Oriental Fire-bellied Toad (Bombina orientalis)

You're walking home one day, its a normal day. Maybe you got off work a little late because of your shitty boss so now its dark out. But otherwise nothing is out of your routine. There's a streetlight on the other side of the road that has been out for months because the city refuses to repair it after some kids broke it. And as you're passing by you hear from the direction of that light post a "Hello." Its weirdly monotone and when your head swings around to look at who said it, you don't see anybody. Thinking it was your imagination you continue walking, maybe you just heard something in the music that wasn't there. You take a few steps but before you can turn your music back on, you hear it again. This time you freeze, could... could somebody be hiding in the woods behind the streetlight? "Hello?" you reply before you can think better of it. "HelLo?" you hear back, it sounds like the person is... trying to copy the way you're speaking? No, no way, your nerves are probably getting to you. You debate whether to reply this time, maybe its better to just leave? I mean you don't know this person, they might be a murderer for Christ's sake. Not to mention you still can't fucking see them with you standing under the working streetlight. "Hello? ....Hello?" they speak again. "What do you want?" You finally gather the nerve to reply, fuck maybe you should've just booked it. "W..hat do..you want?" is parroted back to you after a couple seconds, and you manage to catch a glimpse of...eyes. Eyes just behind the tree line, they... they aren't where human eyes should be. No..no human is that tall. The urge to run has been building for a while now, but seeing those eyes when that...that Thing moved made you break into a sprint before you could think. You ran and ran and ran, you don't even remember most of it, but it ends with you at the front door to your apartment building and fishing for the keys in your bag like the devils on your heels. You get in, close the door, and look through the keyhole. There's nothing, absolutely nothing. No sign you were ever being chased. No overly tall thing with light reflecting eyes. You're...safe. You slump against the door your forehead against it. Did... did you imagine it? No, no way, you know what you Heard, you know what you Saw. And you are never walking down that road at night again.