i blearily open my eyes, wondering what was it that pulled me into consciousness. staring straight ahead i take note of my todoroki life sized cutout, illuminated by the faint glow of the fire alarm. positionedjust right, i cant barely make out his sillhouette. i must have woken-

up naturally. about to close my eyes, i see the slightest movement coming from my cutout. thats weird, inanimate objects dont move. it’s then that i see another sillhouette in my room, this one next to the moving one. THATS the real todoroki. my heart starts pounding. who is in-

my room? am i dreaming? is this the end? fumbling for my phone, i check the time. 3:33AM. uh oh. turning on the flash i shine the light towards the two figures in my room. one is todoroki, the beautiful bitch in his 5’10 cardboard glory. the other silhouette, the one thats moving

is my sleep paralysis demon. i try not to let out a horrified gasp.... it’s absolutely terrifying. standing there with it’s beady eyes, it stares right back at me, caressing the cardboard cutout.
“who are you?” i shout in terror, petrified.
“i’m your worst nightmare” it responds

“what are you doing here?” i ask, still not comprehending that the catholic church’s worst nightmare being seven feet in front of me. instead of answering, the demon gets closer. closer, closer, and closer until i can see my reflection in it’s deep, soul less eyes.

“ask me for my name” it settles on saying instead, delighted in the way i cower back in fear.
“w-whats your name?” i stutter, not wanting to anger the demon.
tilting it’s horrifying head back, it lets out a laugh- though it sounds more like the sounds of thousands of suffering-

people. “my name?” it says, circling around the cardboard cutout, “is ky”
KY??? i let out a blood curdling scream. not ky. not the name of my worst nightmare. this is terrible please let this be a dream that i have to wake up from eventually i cant take it anymore please please p

it was all a dream woo hooo i wake up and block user markheLs the end thank you for reading