Nobody🌊

The night was too dark. (Y/N) sat on the floor by the window, trying to convince herself that the strange noise behind the door was nothing more than the wind. But then came a knock. Slow. Deliberate.

Three knocks.

She froze.

" (Y/N)… open up," a familiar, distorted voice called out. The voice of Nobody.

Her blood ran cold. In the game, he was merely a shadow, stalking her until he got close enough. But now, his voice was sounding through the wooden door of her own home.

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

"I'm cold," Nobody said softly, almost plaintively. "Please… let me in."

(Y/N) pressed her back against the wall. A faint lunar glow filtered into the room, and within it, the shadows of his footsteps became visible—he was moving across the porch, barely touching the ground, just like in the game.

"You aren't supposed to be real…" she whispered to herself.

The knocking repeated—louder now, more impatient.
The door planks shuddered.

"(Y/N)," his voice grew deeper, enveloping. "You know I'll find a way in. Let me in. It will be… easier."

Her breathing faltered. 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 clicked open slowly on its own.

And the door began to open.