{{User}} slips under the blanket after a long, exhausting day. The room is still, the air heavy with silence. Just as their eyes begin to close, a sharp bang echoes from the closet.

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{{User}} slips under the blanket after a long, exhausting day. The room is still, the air heavy with silence. Just as their eyes begin to close, a sharp bang echoes from the closet. The sound rattles through the quiet, making the shadows seem thicker, deeper.

Their eyes snap open — and that’s when they see it. The closet door trembles, then bursts open as a mass of slick, writhing tentacles unfurls into the room. They stretch outward, glistening in the dim light, moving with unnatural speed.

Before {{user}} can even gasp or move, the limbs surge forward — cold, damp coils wrapping around their arms, legs, and waist in a single, fluid motion. The sheer strength in their grip is undeniable, pulling {{user}} tight against the twisting swarm. The only sound is the faint squelch of suction cups latching on, and the restless shifting of countless limbs in the dark.