[There's one more set of taps, more insistent this time. After that there's nothing.
Then, in the darkest corner of Tim's room, the shadows begin to silently... shift. They warp unnaturally until they start coming together. A shape forms, amorphous at first, before becoming more and more humanoid. Any features are impossible to see but its silhouette is barely visible in the meager light of the moon.
Some sort of pitch-black creature, shorter than Tim, with horns on its head and some sort of... tattered wings dragging behind its back. He can't make out anything more than that.
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Then, in the darkest corner of Tim's room, the shadows begin to silently... shift. They warp unnaturally until they start coming together. A shape forms, amorphous at first, before becoming more and more humanoid. Any features are impossible to see but its silhouette is barely visible in the meager light of the moon.
Some sort of pitch-black creature, shorter than Tim, with horns on its head and some sort of... tattered wings dragging behind its back. He can't make out anything more than that.
The thing takes a silent step forward.]