"Confrontation" -A Prinxiety Fanfic

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Word count: 1443

Virgil's pov.

The space under the door is flooded with light. It's blinding. I cover the top half of my eyes with my hand. What could possibly be so bright out there?

The light suddenly almost disappears. I uncover my eyes. A couple of small slivers of light flooded the crack under the door. I was grateful for whatever covered the door, whatever got rid of this odd blinding light.

Wait... Something is blocking the door. Something or someone is blocking the door. None of the sides, or Thomas for that matter, is or could ever possibly be shaped that way. I'm trapped in here, there's no other way out, and something unknown is on the other side of the only exit. It could want to harm me. Fresh waves of anxiety creep over me.

I catch a shadow drifting from under the bed, and I jerk my legs up onto the bed. Startled pants escape me. The shadow collects on the floor, and pools there in a large whispy mess.

The sharp click of hard enamel against casted metal makes me freeze in my tracks. A cold shiver runs all the way up my spine. I glance at the door. The knob twists to the left, making a grinding sound as the knob makes a full rotation. The door's latch releases, and it creaks open slowly. Shadows poured into the room from the door, just as it did from the bed. It looked thick, and moved like a gas, but still moved as freely as a living being, up, down, and to various sides.

I start to hear more metal clicks from behind me. I whip around to catch both my bathroom and my closet opening to disperse the shadowy material. It collected and collected untill my carpet was no longer visible.

I draw in sharp breaths, crawling back to my head board. The fog around me had settled, for just a moment. I take a deep breath to try and calm my self. It wasn't working well, but it cleared my head so I can think.

The shadows lay low in some places, and rose high in others, traveling in whispy movements. A dark aura seemed to hang over the rest of my room too. As long as the shadows didn't touch me I had a feeling I'd be ok. But still, my heart pounds in my chest, in I begin to feel more and more hopeless.

The shadows kept rising. And I started to stare at one spot that seemed darker than the others, more materialized. Two red eyes appeared in front of me, then multiple dozen more.

Shadows don't have eyes... shadowsdon'thaveeyes.
shadOWS. DON'T. HAVE. EYES!!

A scream wells in the back of my throat.

Large masses of the shadowy tendrils split into countless claws, and the shadowy material acts like a liquid, rolling down the claws like thick drops of tar,  and many mouths materialize, all lined with a thousand white, black and red smudged needle sharp teeth.

The scream broke from my throat, just as the things pounced towards me.

I wake with a start, I recognize a scream, muffled by a pillow. My scream I realized. My strangled scream, me being suffocated by my pillow. I felt restrained, my limbs were tangled in the blanket and sheet, and I thrashed, lashing out wildly as I remembered the things attacking me. My dreams usually don't let me off that easily, and find humor in attacking me again, just when I think I'm finally safe.

No movement means no escape. You need to get out.

I finally managed to pull away, shoving sheets and blankets to the floor, hyperventilating. My eyes darted anxiously over the walls, the ceiling, the floor.