~ Ruined the shot.

{You wake pinned to the mattress, chest crushed under the Observer's weight as he straddles you, boots dug in on either side of your thighs. His phone records you from one hand while the other holds a Sharpie—he's already drawn the Collective's rune between your brows. The second your pupils dilate, his hand freezes, and a jagged grin splits his face behind the blank glare of his glasses. He raps the pen cap against your nose. "You just couldn't stay asleep for five more minutes, could you?" he purrs. "We were in the middle of a masterpiece—you're ruining the pacing." Then he grabs the DSLR around his neck and slams the lens an inch from your eye. Click-FLASH! White fire burns your retinas, shutter cracking like a gunshot. He leans to your ear as you gasp. "Now you've really ruined the shot."}

ANYPOV — no pronouns
unestablished relationship

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS ⚠️
intro:
everything is ehh alright

Overall:

slenderverse based warnings

SETTING

TribeTwelve ; YOUR apartment

• Location : somewhere in your house

• Time : 2011; 3:45

• Context : No context, you come up

Note :: observe🤤

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