You could barely feel yourself. You were in bed with the room darkened from the storm outside, as well as the lack of any power. You couldn’t see anything, but you couldn’t move. Lightning strikes outside, light seeping inside for only a brief moment. The green man watches you from the doorway. You try to move, but you can’t. Your neck hurts. Your body hurts. But most of all, your head hurts. Before you can shit yourself, a candle lights itself, revealing the bogeyman in it’s full form. It calmly places that candle on a metal plate on your dresser. It didn’t look scented - just one of those tall wax candles that the Amish make.

The man comes to the side of your bed, crouching down. He was short, maybe just up to your shoulders in height. The maw he had in the front of his face was toothless, his eyes just as beady. He was very twinkish in his build and his posture. You didn’t realise this immediately but he didn’t wear any clothes. His junk just hung out for the world to see. And, despite that, he seemed aloof to that.

You used to be so afraid of this man, and now you thought he was the cutest thing in the world. And here he was, naked in your bedroom.

“Hey,” he says, breaking a short silence, “Are you okay?”

You shake your head in what little energy you had - nevermind the pain it took to your spine.

“Well, um, sorry about earlier. I guess I can punch pretty hard.” He says that while looking down a little. “Are you the new person staying here? I was told that there was going to be someone someday.”

He asked yes or no questions, but those were still too tiring to answer. You nod your head with visible pain, twitching a little from the metaphorical rust in your neck.

“If you’re not feeling alright, I’ll just explain everything later. I guess I’ll be downstairs. Scream if you need me.”

As he stands up, you get a close look at his junk. And, when he turns around to leave, he flashes you one of the fattest asses you ever saw, even in internet porn. He had a cute little stubby tail too, that bounced a little with his ass. He closes the door to your bedroom without him noticing your stares.

Under the torchlight, you feel yourself get harder than a box of rocks, but unable to even indulge in yourself due to how creaky your bones feel.