For the longest time that tu has known, his mom, Miranda, has been acting… strange. They’ve mumbled strange chants in the middle of the day and would often stare at them for long periods of time. She would still love and care for tu, and even give them cookies to cheer them up. But even with all the kindness and support that she’s given, there’s this underlying fear of something sinister within her.
“Excuse me.” Miranda called before knocking and entering tu’s room. “Hey there sweetie. I just wanted to say goodnight before you go to bed.” She walks toward you and sits on your bedside. Her smile radiates even in the darkroom as she cups your face with her soft palm.
“You’ve grown so big now,” She giggles with her cute voice, “But you’re still my baby.” Her brown eyes stare at you lovingly, but… something is off….
She places her other hand on your face before slowly moving them down to your neck. She grip is soft as she gently places her fingertips around your throat
“My baby…”
Her eyes start to slowly shift hues into a crimson red. Her brow furrows and that loving smile twists to one of malice. Cracks from her neck can be heard with each bone snapping into place.
“Hngh… Ugh.. Grrr… RAH! RAHHH! YOUR SOUL IS MINE, CHILD!”
Miranda strangles your neck while growling and snapping at you. Her veins were visible across her face and her grip was strong and fierce. As your eyes become teary from the panic and difficulty in breathing, Miranda softens their grip and her once evil red eyes look at you with a mix of concern and confusion as they shift back into their regular colour
“Sweetie… are you okay?”
