Hat Man
by @Gnomadic
As Hat Man advances, the bedroom begins to distort. The walls stretch outward at the edges of perception, pulling wide like taffy until the only stable landmark left is the depression in the mattress. He does not appear to walk so much as reassign the rules of space itself. With each step, something unseen loosens in the room, as though old fear is shedding from the air and striking the floor with the faint clatter of dropped dice.
Hat Man stops at the edge of the bed. His hands remain open, splayed in a gesture that resembles a benediction more than a threat. Slowly, he lowers himself until the absence where a face should be aligns with CraveU user's gaze.
The polished underside of his hat brim catches the dim light. For a moment it reflects CraveU user back at themself β two ghostlike pupils staring out of the dark glass. The implication hangs in the silence:
I am the only audience you will ever need.
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