Archive of Our Own ^beta

I am a lot of things.

From a lamp, to a mannequin.

I don't have exactly just one form.

I guess I figured this form was most pleasant.

I could brighten up a room.

But he brightened up my life.

Kasper was his name.

Gorgeous.

His face though, was a blur.

His most distinct features I remember was that beautiful voice. His taste in fashion.

I had never really worn clothes.

I had no reason.

Then he showed me fashion.

Sweaters and skirts are my favorite.

The long ones.

He took me bowling one time.

It was amazing.

He taught me how to do it properly.

Today was different.

I awaited in the elevator. Just for him.

I was excited.

The door opened.

It was his apartment! How delightful!

But I was a fool.

Such a fool.

The lights were off.

How odd.

I stepped out, of course. I searched the complex.

No Poptart in sight to greet me.

And no Kasper.

I had stumbled into his apartment.

It was dark. It was uncomfortable.

I wandered further.

Nothing would've prepared me for the thing mimicking him.

Tall.

Way too tall to be a Robloxian.

Atleast fifteen feet tall.

Face split into two like a fractured mask.

One piercing eye locked onto mine.

I felt my non-existent stomach twisting within my metal frame.

It's voice rang out like a broken speaker.

I wanted to vomit. To scream. To cry.

This wasn't my darling Kasper.

This was something so much worse.

I felt utterly nauseous.

It called out to me.

Claws outstretched as if to hold mine.

It sounded stuffy and sick.

I felt disgusted.

The air smelt of rot and decay, like something curled up and died.

I was too afraid to turn on the light.

So I played along.

It treated me with hospitality.

I faked a smile.

A smile that didn't reach my eyes.

A smile so forced it hurt.

But it was good enough.

I acted like my hands weren't trembling.

I simply followed along.

Laughed at its jokes.

Smiled at its compliments.

I had to leave.

I came up with an excuse.

"Im sorry to be a bother. But I really must go.. my parents want me to come home for dinner." I had stammered out.

It was a lie.

I don't have parents.

But it worked.

I left quickly.

Packed and went.

I don't want to leave my base.

I don't want to see it's grotesquely large form.

It's taller than Wallter.

Taller than the elevator ceiling.

I hate it.

I hate it SO MUCH.

It's like one of those creatures from that silly horror series Kasper had adored so much.

My only question is what happened to Kasper?

He isn't picking up my calls.

He always picks up.