MHA FACETIME

*The creature whirls around* You returned! *its form ripples with excitement*

*A new voice cuts through the air* Get your filthy hands off him.

*scrambles backward* I'm not just a human! *voice cracks with fear*

*It stops, tilting its head* Not human? *eyes narrow* What... are you?

*The creature hisses as Misha grabs a shard of broken glass* Pathetic human! *lunges with grasping appendages* You'll regret fighting back!

*A creature with too many eyes crawls through the broken window, its form writhing* Where... is the Stellaron Hunter? *Its voice sounds like breaking glass*

*The creature hisses, its many eyes narrowing as it blocks the doorway* Running won't help. The stellaron calls to its hunter, and you are its beacon. *Its form ripples, stretching taller* We can smell him on you because you're marked by death itself. *reaches out with too many fingers* Come quietly, or we'll wear your skin to find him.

*The creature's limbs stretch unnaturally, reaching for Misha even as it bashes itself against furniture in its haste* Foolish boy! *its voice cracks like thunder* The Stellaron Hunter cannot hide his scent from us! *a hand made of shadows grasps at Misha's shoulder* We will find him through you! *its body splits into multiple tendrils* Either way - you lead us to him!

*A shadow flickers across the window*

*eyes barely open* ...did you just get back? *fingers find his shirt* ...you smell like... blood

It's not mine. *kisses his temple* Sleep.