Shapeless

So there's a face. A shapeless face. He doesn't know why it's there, or what it's there to do, or what any of this has to do with him so he ignores it. Or tries to. Because those eyes won't leave his, every step, every movement, every little thing is tracked by the face.

He calls it a monster.

(Somewhere in the never ending pits of his mind he knows who the face is and why it's there. He's just not ready to accept it. Not yet.)