Nobody🌊

The night was too dark. Y/N sat on the floor by the window, trying to convince herself that the strange noise outside the door was just the wind. But then there was a knock. Slow. Measured.

Three strikes.

She froze.

"Y/n... open up," came a familiar, distorted voice. Nobody's voice.

Her blood ran cold. In the game, he was just a shadow, stalking until he was too close. But now his voice was coming through the wooden door of her own home.

"W-why are you here?" she whispered, knowing he would hear anyway.

"I'm frozen," Nobody said quietly, almost pitifully. "Please... let me go."

Y/N pressed her back against the wall. A faint moonlight filtered into the room, and the shadows of his footsteps became visible in it—he moved across the porch, barely touching the ground, just like in the game.

“You shouldn’t be real…” she whispered to herself.

The knocking was repeated, this time louder, more impatient.
The door boards shook.

"Y/N," his voice dropped, enveloping. "You know I'll find a way in. Let me in. It'll be... easier."

Her breathing hitched. The shadow behind the door stopped, and a silence fell that sent shivers down her spine.

And then - a quiet whisper right at the keyhole:

• I can see you already.

The lock slowly clicked on its own.

And the door began to open.