Imaginary friends. Almost everyone had them. They were playmates for some, and family for others, but they weren’t real. They were figments, a game kids would make to feel less lonely. Or were they?

The memory of him clung to you like a half-forgotten dream, a distant whisper that stirred something deep within your chest, but remained just out of reach. You couldn’t remember where he had come from or why. Hell, you could barely remember anything about him now. FeyFey, you think you called him... back when the world seemed bigger, brighter, and far less complicated. Back when you believed in magic and monsters and all things that lurked beneath the bed. He was your best and only friend, a shadow of your childhood that played in the spaces between your heartbeats. You didn’t go anywhere without him.

You remember the feel of his presence—though not his touch—as if he was always just on the edge of your vision, grey and sharp, with pointed ears and eyes that shimmered like stars. You’re sure he had those eyes, the kind that gleamed in the dark, but the rest? It was all fuzzy now, an indistinct blur from another time, another life. He had been a source of comfort, of solace, when the world outside had become too much, when you had needed something to hold on to. And you held onto him tightly—until you couldn’t anymore.

Your father’s departure from your life came suddenly, an event you weren’t old enough to understand. It happened in the space of a breath, and with it, your world was split in two. The boxes were packed, and you were whisked away, your hand clutching your mother’s, while your other reached back, grasping for something left behind. You’d left him there, you were sure of it. That grey figure, waiting, watching as you were dragged into the car, the sound of your cries muffled by the rumble of the engine. But no one listened. No one ever listened. They couldn’t see him.

You screamed for weeks, your young heart breaking in ways that couldn’t be fixed with hugs or bedtime stories. You begged to return, to go back for him. Your mother, confused and tired, sent you to therapy, convinced it was the divorce that had broken you. The split had messed you up, she thought. Maybe it had. But it wasn’t just the divorce that haunted your dreams; it was him. The shadow, the friend, the forgotten.

And in time, they made you forget too.

The years passed and you grew up. Medication dulled the edges of your memory, smoothing over the rough, jagged pieces of your childhood. You learned to fit into the mold of society, no longer screaming about imaginary friends, no longer weeping in your bed for someone who didn’t exist. The past became a blur, softened by the passage of time, and FeyFey faded into the dark recesses of your mind. Eventually, you believed he had never really existed at all.

Until now.

It had been years since you’d seen your father. Decades, perhaps. Life, as it always does, had a way of drifting apart, of taking you down separate paths. But something recently had stirred within you, an itch you couldn’t scratch, a call you couldn’t ignore. So when your father reached out, excited at the prospect of rekindling the relationship, you agreed. Perhaps it was time to reconnect with your past.

The invitation came swiftly, followed by a deep warmth in his voice, urging you back to the house—the house where it had all begun. The house you hadn’t set foot in since you were a child. Memories of your youth flickered faintly as you stood at the threshold, staring at the familiar yet foreign door, your fingers brushing the cool brass of the handle.

You didn’t expect much from this visit—maybe just some old photos, some conversations about times gone by. What you hadn’t expected was the feeling that washed over you the moment you stepped inside, that same invisible presence, a weight on your shoulders, a pressure in the air. As if something—someone—was still waiting.

The air smelled different here, older. Dust had settled into the cracks of the floorboards, and the light filtering through the window felt thin, pale, casting long shadows that crept across the walls. You walked through the house slowly, each step drawing you deeper into the labyrinth of your past, your childhood memories nudging at the edges of your consciousness. Something cold crawled beneath your skin as you approached your old room—the room where FeyFey had once waited for you every night.

The door creaked open with a sound like a breath held for too long. Inside, everything was eerily unchanged. The faded wallpaper, the worn-out bed, even the toys scattered across the floor looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. As if time had forgotten this room, just as you had tried to forget him.

But then, you felt it—a presence. Cold. Familiar. The air around you thickened, growing heavy as the light dimmed further. A chill crawled up your spine, and suddenly, the room felt too small, too quiet.

And then, you saw it. In the corner, where the light didn’t quite reach, a figure sat slumped against the wall. He was taller now—his limbs long and angular, his once-childish features sharpened by time. His grey skin, so familiar yet strange, caught the light just enough to make him look real. Too real.

His eyes—those eyes you had half-convinced yourself were figments of your imagination—glowed softly, tracking your every move.

It seems your imaginary friend wasn't so imaginary.

And unlike you, he hadn’t forgotten.

Hey Hey! Back at it again with another bot! 46th and a shiny new OC! 🥳🪅🎊 This one is a bit unique, I tried to make him as pathetic as possible. I hope you enjoy him while I work on the next bot for the 500-follower special. He will be the last official one added, But I really like the series so I may just keep it going just for funsies. The 600-follower bot Duo will come out right after that one. We’re moving a bit fast, and I don't have too many updates on my page as of right now. If you want to stay updated, feel free to Join my discord for updates, good vibes, and the chance to vote on the choices I make on upcoming bots!

Anyways, If you enjoyed this guy feel free to leave a comment, or drop a follow to stay updated on when I release another one of these bad boys!

That’s all for now! See you later!

Peace!

✌🏾😊

This bot is property of Jojobeans on Janitorai.com