-nightmare- The Mimic Script -

"It's shaped like a mouth."

He sprints through the torii gate. Bad idea. Worse idea. But the alternative is standing still, and standing still is how they find you. -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script

– a single, wet crunch. Then silence.

– the footsteps stop directly behind him. Warm breath on his neck. But the breath smells like dirt. Like something that was buried and forgot to finish rotting. "It's shaped like a mouth

Through a gap in the wooden fence, he watches the village center. -NIGHTMARE- The Mimic Script

But her mouth has.