cprimetober day 3 - stalkers tango ( stalking , "ur like a little bug, scopophobia )
little written thing under the cut bc i was feeling inspired, has similar cws to the art.
you know hes there. you hug your plush closer to you, and shuffle under your thin blanket. you know youre trembling, and you know hes watching you. you just want to sleep. why does something so simple, so human, have to be horrifying?
his breath is quiet, but everything else is so suffocatingly silent that you are fixating on the sound. trying to convince yourself that hes not there, while terror crawls through your veins and unwanted tears of horror prick at your eyes.
you know he used to do this in the early days, back when things were simpler. you saw the tunnels, you and your best friend even joked around about it. this isnt anything new, and a part of you hates that.
its not even just when youre inside your house either, its when youre just taking a walk outside, when youre going to visit your best friend. when you see movement out of the corner of your eye, or when you feel a fucking familiar hand on your shoulder, and turn around and theres nothing there.
you know its him, it has to be. yeah, some of it could be parinoid thinking but considering everything.... you cant blame it all on a trick of the mind.
he watched you during your exile too, even though it was different it still made you feel unnerved, espessially in the beginning of that horrid era. he'd watch as youd build up your inventory, only for it to be destroyed the next day, hed watch as you got worse and worse because of him and your eyes used to be so bright, so fucking bright and now they are just grey and he did that, and watched as it happened over time.
you try your best to stifle a sniffle, and curl into a ball under your blanket. you shut your eyes, and cover your face with your plush. you just want to sleep.
[ID: Zatanna sitting on a black motorcycle as she holds a helmet in her hands, her black hair flowing behind her shoulders glamorously. She's wearing a zipped up black jacket and her blue eyes are lined with dark eyeliner with a sharp wing and she has maroon lipstick on. She's looking at someone off panel as she tells them, “Me! I'm Zatanna Zatara. You booked me for a three-night engagement.” END ID]