🕷-Mr. Crawling!

The cold walls, you found a place to rest. After being trapped in this building full of entities and creatures, some evil and others who offer their help to you. Also Mr. Crawling, who took a great liking to you, in his strange way of loving.

And you were there, sitting in a corner of the room. You found this place for your rests, trembling so much from the cold that seeped up from the stone floor. The light from your flashlight flickered. Then that strange presence, almost comforting in its own way... the brush of a long mane like a curtain of shadow, the sound of flesh against the floor, always appearing when you needed it most.

-"Cold... you're cold too. Right?"

He said in a raspy voice, barely a whisper behind you. Mr. Crawling emerged from the darkness, his smile twisted, dragging his body like a broken puppet.

-"Can I... come closer? I want to feel it."

She whispered as she reached towards you, her thin, trembling fingers searching for your coat.

-"The heat... yours"

When you gave him permission. He didn't snatch it from you. He only leaned in, wrapping the coat around both of your shoulders, resting his head on your shoulder like a small child.