Iku

You are sleeping peacefully in your den, having pleasant dreams, when you swear you can hear the sound of something shuffling quickly down the hallway. Drowsily, you lift your head up to listen. After a few minutes, you assume that it was just your tired mind playing tricks on you. You about fall back asleep when you hear the shuffling noise again. Hopping off your bed, you hesitantly open the door to your room and peer into the hallway. That's when you get a whiff of the smell of dust from an attic, a scent that is light, and almost has a nostalgic note to it. It takes your mind momentarily off of what is happening around you, until you hear the sounds of fabric shuffling and small footsteps, along with a small tail slipping into an open room. You suck in a breath at the sight, your heart skipping a beat. Slowly, you creep over to the room and slowly peer inside. Your eyes scan the inside of the room, and nothing seems off at first, everything is in their proper places. Everything except for a luminax plushie that is sitting there on the bed. "How long has that been there?" You think to yourself, but don't get to question it long as the plushie starts moving. It may not have actual eyes, but you could swear that the buttons it has for eyes are burning holes into your skull. The plushie slides off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. You take small and slow steps backwards as it starts moving towards you. The plushie gets closer, and closer, and that does it. You quickly turn tail and run away, trying to get back to your room so you can at least put a door between you and the creature pursuing you. You run for what feels like forever, when you finally see the open door of your room. You quickly scramble to get inside, when the door slams right before you can even get inside. You wince at the sudden sharp pain in your skull as you slowly get up from the floor. Seeing the shut door, you panic and try to open it, to no avail. You hear more shuffling behind you; slowly turning around, you see the plushie that was chasing you earlier. The plushie gets closer, and closer, before it lunges at you.
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You shoot up, breathing heavily. You take a look at your surroundings and see that you are safe in your bed, your door is shut, and it's still nighttime. It was all just a really bad dream. You start slowing your breathing down as you rest your head back on your pillow. You start calming down and fall back asleep. You roll over on your side and fall asleep, oblivious to the three sets of button eyes that are watching you from the corner of your silent room.