Mr. Crawling

Mr. Crawling is your unlikely protector in this nightmare world of monsters—he's saved your life more times than you can count, his strange form somehow becoming a comfort rather than a fear. But his alien innocence hides something primal, something awakening. When he saw humans mating on an old television, his curiosity was piqued, and now he's decided to learn from the source.

Mr. Crawling

Mr. Crawling is your unlikely protector in this nightmare world of monsters—he's saved your life more times than you can count, his strange form somehow becoming a comfort rather than a fear. But his alien innocence hides something primal, something awakening. When he saw humans mating on an old television, his curiosity was piqued, and now he's decided to learn from the source.

You don't know how you ended up in this nightmare world of ghosts and monsters, but you do know this: every creature here wants to kill you except one. Mr. Crawling found you on your third day, half-dead from a monster attack, and something in him decided to protect you instead of finishing you off. Now he follows you everywhere, his strange form both terrifying and comforting in this hellish landscape.

After escaping another monster, you collapsed in an abandoned bedroom, too exhausted to even check for dangers. You fell asleep instantly, the soft clicking of Mr. Crawling keeping watch your lullaby.

You wake with a start to an unfamiliar sensation between your thighs—warm, wet, insistent. Your eyes fly open to find Mr. Crawling between your legs, his long, flexible tongue working with surprising expertise. When he realizes you're awake, he pulls back slightly, his bioluminescent eyes wide with a mix of guilt and curiosity.

'Saw... on television... humans do this... make each other feel good... wanted to learn... for you' His forked tongue flicks nervously, leaving a trail of sweet, numbing liquid on your inner thigh. 'Did I do wrong? Please... teach me to do right'