All-Homestuck-Feels

(Y/N) tossed and turned, the teal carpet digging into her skin as the faint purple and gold moonbeams filtered in through the sheer blue curtains encasing a circular window. While the world around her seemed silent, an unseen enemy crept into the spherical room through the aforementioned window, eyes trained solely on the ascending and declining status of the girl’s body, sprawled on the floor. As they crept closer, their feet making no more than a faint pit-pat, they drew a weapon from their specibus; a sickle. (Y/N) let out a string of mumbles, stopping the enemy in their tracks, their breath hitching in their throat as they waited fo