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The desk you were laying on felt cold, the pencil you were twirling with your right hand felt smooth, and the teachings of the teacher a few meters away felt muffled. You were tired, so tired. Paranoia had been chasing you, no matter where you where it seemed to follow. You swore you could hear breathing in your closet, an unusual shift inside of your living room couch, and sounds, unrecognizable sounds seeping from every door crack. But you felt safer at school. You hate school, of course, as much as any other person does, but you wanted to be here for as long as possible, to escape that odd, chilling feeling.
You were at the third floor, the windows next to you stretched out to the connected elementary and middle school, and you could also see the kindergarten farther. The rain had been falling for days, some days it was lighter, almost none, but the next hour it could be pouring, the giant raindrops hearable on every surface of building they slammed into. The rain was annoying to walk through, but the patter left you more at ease, the comforting taps as you heard the familiar chat of the class, it helped calm your mind. But as you looked out, you swore you could see some tall stalking figure in the distance. But it stood too still, always, it looked like a tree. But the ever-growing darkness of the colder months and fog hid its true shape, you could only pray it wasn't what you've been thinking it is.
You live pretty much in the middle of nowhere, not somewhere highly populated, so mimic attacks were rare. Maybe only a once a year if not twice if the Mimics decided to stay around and not migrate to the nearest city. But it was still a forested area, trees after trees surrounded everything, with high mountains around, it was a pretty place, but it hid the things out for our blood. Harvesters were common, Signs were displayed around, some not even too far off from your house. Just remembering them made you sick, you had to find out they were there somehow, right? So of course, people had lost their lives too those things.
You couldn't forget about the Host of Influence either, but there was only one, far up one of the mountain sides, people who were affected by its spores grew fine after a bit of isolation, so it wasn't much of a worry. Crawl was normal, so of course there were Trimmings about, but few Meat snakes as they all went into the forests to scavenge for corpses. You've seen your own fair share of Trimmings, they kept in a forest patch near the schools track and football field. Younger kids would always go there and try to grab one of the Trimmings, so the school had to eventually set fences to keep them away. So, when warnings of Mimics strew about after a new attack, it scared you, a lot.
You sat in class still, listening as best as you could to the lesson, picking up on small information. Your small town had been instructed to keep your daily lives as un-organized as possible. Go to school between the usual time, and a later time every few days. Stock up well on food to avoid going out every time you ran out, creating a pattern, but also go, even if you didn't need anything specific. Keep your doors and windows locked shut.
You lifted yourself up from the desk, resting your head on your left hand as the other still firmly held the pencil. You looked back at the figure, it was always around a tree, that or it was farther in a little tree patch. The branches looked uncannily like arms, with long unnatural fingers. You try to convince yourself it's just your imagination, I mean- why would a mimic stalk you? As if you don't go to school at a usual time... leave your window open and, stay inside all day. A completely unrecognizable pattern!
You did worry though, you just prayed you were seeing things out of paranoia.
Class ended; you hurriedly threw your stuff in your backpack to go home. You threw the backpack over your shoulder and looked outside again. You looked back at the 'tree', only to notice its unusual shape was gone, its branches disappeared, leaving the normal ones behind. You rubbed your eyes, it does that from time to time, you always think it's just your mind because of it, but this time a pit forms in your stomach, you feel uneasy.
You make it home, checking the lock and unlocking your front door, making it inside. You throw your stuff and clothes to the floor, making it into the kitchen. You scavenged cabinets and the fridge, looking for something to eat. But you usually wouldn't make food util your father was home, so you called him up.
"Dad, when are you home today?"
"I'll be late today, maybe home around 11pm. We've got another boat with materials we need to empty and send out and it could take hours. There's pizza in the basement, No need to wait for me today, we can make something together later if I'm home early enough, if not just make sure you're fed and go to sleep."
"Oh alright, uhm.. I- wait nevermind, yeah that works. See you."
"See you."
"Bye-."
You put your phone down. You still felt uneasy, you wanted to tell your dad, but you didn't want to worry him and make him come home earlier. Even though it would be a good idea in this situation, you checked your window, it was closed, no locks were broken. You took a deep breath, and decided to just make some pizza, you'll probably be able to eat the whole thing throughout the day.
You went down the basement stairs, opening the freezer filled with meats, some type of birds and of course, the pizza. Your dad and brother are hunters, so they would go out and get elk or that bird type that you kept forgetting the name of.
You ignored the meat and grabbed the pizza box, closing the freezer shut. As you stepped up the stairs, you swear you heard a faint rumble coming from the darker parts of the basement, where the lights have gone out. You took a quick peek, seeing that nothing was there. You gulped, walking up again silently; "You're just being paranoid again...you're fine."
You had eaten, taking out the dishes and put the dirty ones into the dishwasher. You even showered, and now was time to just rest. You went into your room, double-checking your window before sitting down at your desk. You turned on your computer and chatted to a few friends and played games. You did that for a while, keeping your mind off things. But as time went on, it got dark outside, and your friends slowly went offline one by one, until you were left due to your tendency to stay awake longer than needed, but it was also because you were too paranoid to sleep.
You spun around on your chair, looking around. Your window was closed, no mimic could crawl through without making noise. You have four closets behind you, which of course are just for storage, and none actually contain your clothes except for one. But still, four of them were a bit too many, and Mimics would hide from their prey. You shivered at the thought slapping yourself on the forehead to stop thinking about it. And of course there was a fifth storage closet, but it was embedded into the wall, filled with camping gear. right above your bed. You instantly regret your bed placement when you moved into this room. You looked back and forth at all the closets, you should check them, right? But of course, you were too scared too. You got off your chair and stared at the four main closets, after a few very hesitant steps, you opened the first closet, they were divided into two parts, one with a bunch of shelves and the other with hangers. You opened the first hanger door, where you had your normal clothes, where a Mimic could fit.
You sucked in your breath as you pulled the door back, revealing your clothes.
You sighed in relief as you looked in, it was normal, nothing was moved and luckily nothing was inside. You moved to the next one, doing the same. It was filled with motorcycle jackets and a few winter pants. Also, normal. The third one had even more winter stuff. You were at the last one, but you debated whether to even open it at all, it was blocked by your guitar case, another guitar, a foldable chair and a bunch of boxes from packages. It's hard enough to open by itself, and even if there WAS a Mimic inside, wouldn't it just jump you and you would die anyway? You decided to let it be, since no boxes seemed to have fallen of the chair, and your guitars seemed unmoved, so you had the storage above your bed left.
You climbed onto your bed, moving your plushies and pillow out the way to reach the door.
Your hand held the handle of the closet, almost shaking. You squint your eyes and drag a leg back, ready to jump off your bed and...
JUMP!
You opened the closet- Oh god- it's right there! You're dead-! A-
Wait.
You stand there, the storage door creaking open, and...
There's nothing but tent equipment.
You sigh, closing the storage door again and sat on your bed, God you're stupid. Of course there's no Mimic here. I mean, they aren't even around your area! Pfft, as if.
You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead almost comically, shrugging and turning back to your desktop. "i'm really fucking paranoid aren't i..lmao-" You spoke to yourself, to ease the tension.
You checked your phone, the time while you're at it, 10:58pm. You opened a message you had gotten that you didn't hear, it was from dad.
"I'll be home late, maybe around 4AM, Sorry. I sent a message incase you are asleep and i don't want to wake you. You can lock the door and leave the key outside."
You blinked, 4am? Damn, you kind of hate how much your dad's work keeps him away from home, but it pays well, so you guess it's worth the time.
"I'm still awake, and okay, i'll set the key out"
You pressed send, throwing your phone onto your bed before going out into the hallway, you grabbed the house key off your entrance table and went out the door.
You took in a deep breath, feeling the cold air outside, taking a quick glance at the sky for any stars. It calmed you down a bit.
After you were done enjoying the slight breeze, you put your key inside of a flowerpot, went inside and locked the door. You continued inside again, but before you went into your room, you took a quick glance into the main area of the house, seeing your dining table and other stuff, you don't know why you had an impulse to check over there, but you did. Thankfully there wasen't anything actually there.
You grabbed your phone off your bed, impulsively checking for notifications like usual, but you had none except for your dad anwering with a thumbs up emoji.
You sighed, you might as well head to bed since your friends have, and you're alone. You were already in your pajamas due to putting them on earlier in the day, so you hopped into bed and quickly got comfortable under the blanket.
You proceeded to doomscroll, watching video after video until you eventually felt droopy. You took off your glasses and decided to put your phone away and lay down fully. You felt more at ease after you checked all the closets and fact checked yourself over the fact there aren't Mimics in your area about 50 times. You live up north, doubt their skinless bodies would enjoy the cold as it was approaching October.
You cozied up, tucking your blanket close to your neck, laying fetal and grabbing your softest plushie. You closed your eyes, feeling how they almost glued shut with tiredness, and you let your mind roam free with ideas and scenarios as you drifted off. You couldn't help but imagine a Mimic showing up at midnight, eating you; But you were good at distracting yourself. You just imagined staring at it, making it confused, and then you would start to breakdance, you know?
Those stupid scenarios that would become all random and uncontrollable?
Anyway, after a few more scenarios of punching a mimic and sending it flying out your window, to feeding one soup, to litreally just imagining playing games with your friends the next day; you fell asleep, nice and cozy, and safe.
You squirmed, your eyes still shut, you were not rested at all, tired.
You grunted, it only felt like you'd been sleeping for about half an hour. You felt odd, you felt cold? Warm... and queasy. Something, you felt something. Like if something was wrong.
You shuffled, pressing your eyes tight to get rid of drowsyness to get up and check the time. You blink, your vision blurry as you rubbed your eyes. you reached for your phone, checking the time, the brightness feeling blinding. 11:42PM, You slept for around an hour. Your eyes drifted to your window, seeing the streetlights still on and sky dark. But, what is that out of the corner of your eye?
You looked to the right, the corner, with the last closet. There looked to be something a bit brighter, circular...floating? You rubbed your eyes again, seeing that the floating bulb had shadows, and some defined stature, the streetlights outside reflecting off it. You instantly panicked a bit, confused, you reached for your glasses. You hurridly took them on, almost stabbing your eye in the process, and looked back.
Oh fuck, no way- NO WAY- NOFUCKINGWAY-
You covered your mouth to hold back a scream, dropping your phone. A Mimic- no- not just a Mimic, a fucking- Was that an Elder?! Your throat closed up as your eyes focused harsly. The light pinkish skin, almost circular head. Big round eyes, it's jaw formed into a smile, and those bone crushing..teeth things, you never knew the name- It's body, fuck, it almost reached your ceiling in height, one of its arms was rested on top of your dresser. Ohfuckyou'redead youre so fucking dead YOURE DEAD.
The Elder seemed to stare and observe you, you didn't know what to do, so you just sat there frozen, what were you MEANT to do?
You prayed you were hallucinating, but the way it organically swayed with each breath it took, the way its shiny eyes were locked on your every move, darting along with your limbs as they shook. You're not fucking hallucinating, this is real.
You don't want your father to wake up with their dead kid in bed, You don't want to be the DEAD KID. The silence was unbearable, you and the Elder seemed to just look at eachother, You were just waiting for it to pounce on you, rip you apart-bite your face, off rip an arm off- You froze again, your thoughts silent as it moved. The almost light step could have been ignored if it wasen't dead silent in your room, except for a hum from your lights. It moved, it took a step forward. In return you shuffled backwards in your bed but you were already cornered, with nowhere to really run too. It let out a low, almost vibrating hum, which you could only compare to a growl as it tilted its head. You wanted to almost puke at that, it looks so much more disturbing than you would have ever imagined. You always thought they ambushed their prey, which means it should have killed you in your sleep, was it still stalking you? did you just speed up your death by alerting it? Your thoughts were racing, but not as fast as your heart was beating and chest was heaving. How many has it killed if it's an elder? There's barely attacks here, how would it BE an elder? It's so much taller than you thought it would be, scarier, intimidating, freakier- you didn't have words, and between your thoughts, it had already taken two extra steps. It was maybe a meter away, a table you have by your bed still closing your distance. You gulped, there was no running, you just prayed it would be quick and easy, but the way it was taking its time to approach you made it worse.
You knew you were dead, there was nothing you could do, so- you did what any sane person would do.. analyze it's every move like some Biologist. You were greatly interested in the Carni species, especially Mimics, i mean, you're about to die to one, why not die knowing exactly what an Elder does to it's prey?
You swallowed a dry gulp, your breath hitching as you tried to calm down enough to think. Your arm subconciously tried to push your body farther from the Mimic that was only coming closer, painfully slow at that. Its eyes seemed to have no eyelids, but you managed to catch it right in a blink, a thin membrance stretched over it, almost lizardlike. You wanted to make a face of disgust, but no way you would do that.
Its dark, tough skin seemed shiny, reflecting light ever so slightly, it seemed oddly stretchy too, to accommodate its limbs lengths and its speed, maybe it was so its skin wouldn't hold it back from hiding or running? Your eyes glanced back to your fourth closet, that was. wide. fucking. open. OF COURSE IT WAS IN THERE! Your dumbass didn't check! are you glad you did? No, but also yes! Maybe it would have jumped you instantly, now is not really the fucking time to think about that!
You had absoloutely no time to dwell on that as your eyes focused to your gaming chair. Its uncanny, long and large hand held over the headrest, almost covering it down to the midrift of the chair, dragging the chair back. You soon realized it was pushing the chair away to reach you, as the table and chair was blocking its way to you. If it were to go from the foot of your bed, it would have to climb over your bed to reach you, which maybe seemed awkward to it? You wish you could ask.
The chairs wheels rolled against the floor, slamming into your heater on the side of your wall, making you jump. The Elder Mimic didn't seem to care as its gaze turned back to you, staring. You watched as its torso twisted in your direction, the skin indeed, stretching to accommodate its moves, a theory you came up on your own and were kind of excited to know was true, but that excitement went away damn fast.
You crawled further back on your bed, your plushies being the only things bracing you from your wall, but you stretched over them, your back hitting its end. You clutched your shirt, pressing against your chest as your heartbeat drummed. The Mimic only came closer.
You had a pretty large bed, still space between you and the Elder as it found its way to the side of your bed, you had to almost break your neck to look up at its face, and you didn't even want too. Your lowered LED's finally shone onto the Elder, it's figure finally gaining some form of edge along with the streetlights behind it. You saw its long arms, its hands stopping midway on the edge of your bed, its lower arms had that odd spike-brace on them, its hips were sharp and it's dark skin twisted around the bones. Its waist was unbelievably small compared to what it ate, its chest also didn't have visible ribs like a normal Mimic, covered by the skin that also stretched across like some pulled fabric. Its shoulders were sharp, its stature barely even wider than your own shoulder width. Elders specifically seemed to have smaller widths than regular Mimics, which you would guess is to hide better, in places like your fucking closet; yes, you're still on that.
Elders didnt have normal teeth, they were back inside their throats, replaced by pure bone, strong enough to crush anything in half. You looked at its crude smile, its anatomy felt like it was made to mock you, to smile at you as it ripped you apart for dinner.
You could hear the Mimic breathe, still letting out a low, intimidating hum slash growl. It seemed to stare at you as it couldn't walk any more forward. As you were about to start questioning why, it reached forward. Its giant hand resting on your matress, pressing a heavy dent into it as it leaned forward. Oh fuck here it comes, it's gonna lean in slowly and then take a giant fucking bite out of your head!
You squeezed your eyes shut, bringing your arms over your head at a futile attempt to protect yourself. You felt its weight grow on your bed, both of its hands resting atop it. You heard it inch closer, you could feel its head hovering above yours, coming closer and closer down. You swore you could feel a drop of drool hit your arm. You shivered, holding your breath, this is the end.
It was quiet.
No, no you're not dead.
The infuriating buzz of your LED's were still going, but the Mimic stopped its hum. It didn't go away, it just stopped. You let out an almost balloon like squeal as the air pushed itself out of your lungs. You lifted your head up, your eyes cautiously looking up.
The Elders hand lifted off your bed, reaching next to you. You followed its slow hand. It stopped on top of your plushie pile. Its giant hand covered most of them, but it seemed to grasp around something.
Its finger tips seemed to trap one, almost like a claw machine and pulled it up. It was..
Your Mimic plushie.
Your idiotic species of Humans decided to make plushies of the carni species, Mimics one of them, and your idiotic self decided to buy one.
The Elder seemed to recognize what it was meant to resemble, it let out an actual growl, tilting the plushie around as if analyzing it. You stayed frozen, watching it turn your stupid plushie around. It was pathetic in comparison to the Elder mimic, it's face sewn on, teeth, eyes and muscle all stitched on, it even had a slightly detailed ribcage to pair. It's head was round, its body and legs too, only it's arms and hands had any different shape.
You remembered that Elder Mimics were just normal Mimics at some point too, maybe thats why it recognized it, but you were more suprised it contained the intelligence to do so.
You couldn't truely understand what the Elder's growls meant, but they sounded almost amused? You hesitantly raised your head up, to actually look at the plush and the Elder. It's eyes snapped back to you, the action itself almost making you jump. Its eyes looked back at the plush. It wrapped its fingers around the plush, its long fingers reaching far past it as it tried to hold it in it's hand. It gave it a firm squeeze. You wish it would have done a comical squeeze sound to ease the tension.
It let out a hum, still sounding what you could only guess as amused. It looked back at you, You froze, staring back. It slowly reached forward with the plush, dropping it in your lap.
You stared at it, shocked and confused, but it only tited its head. Did it want you to do the same?
You shakily reached for the plush, its ugliness would always make you giggle. But now you just wanted to cringe. You picked it up, feeling how the stuffing inside had seemed to be a bit messed up after the Elder squeezed it.
You carefully squeezed it as well. The Mimic seemed pleased with your action, strangely. It suddenly reached forward, its giant hand quickly made it to your face, covering it.
You jumped, its oddly cold skin layed against your face, you couldn't even see around it. You froze, instantly assuming it was going to snap your neck swiftly, which you would have been grateful for. It squeezed. No, it didn't pop your skull open, it just, pressed against your head, as if repeating the action it did with the plush.
It let out a growl, the 'o' vowel in it sounding prominent. Was it treating you like a plush, like the way you have a plush of mimics? You gulped, but let out a small huffed laugh, this was actually insane, you were starting to think you were having a really realistic nightmare, but the touch of the Elder feeling so incredibly real made you doubt it again.
You carefully lifted your hands up, grabbing the Elders hand, almost not being brave enough to even touch it. You pulled its hand down and off your face to look at it. Its face was still the same, the giant smile, and giant eyes still staring. You felt like saying something, oddly enough.
"So..uh..uhm" you mumbled, already regretting even attempting to try to speak to this thing, but went through with it anyway; "When are you gonna.. kill... me?"
The Elders head tilted again, though its gaze was to the side as if it was thinking, wow, fun.
It growled again, sounding a bit more like a strained chirp, as if the sound was bubbling, it was truely hard to describe. But it looked at you, up and down and over to the Mimic plushie that was in your lap. You couldn't really decode what it meant. "..no?" You questioned, shaking your head slightly as if it maybe understood human body language. Its eyes watch your head shake from side to side, before it slowly repeated its motion, was it confirming? You did it again, shaking your head, then tilting it to ask 'no?' It shook it again, 'no.'
You froze up a bit, not out of fear but downright confusion. You had a giant Elder Mimic hovering over you, toying with you? And suprisingly won't kill you? is what you think atleast. "Can you understand me?" You asked, tilting your head, this was unbelievable. It blinked slowly, its semi translucent eyelid coating its slowly matting eye, eugh.
It nodded slowly, but it raised its hand, holding only one finger. You didn't really know what it meant, but you had a few ideas. "A little?" You asked first, doing the 'little' sign with your hand, though it probably doesn't know what it means. It nodded, but it did seem a bit hesitant to nod. "So you understand me, decently enough? or uh...good enough? No big words?" It nodded instantly, a bit faster. You gulped, looking away; "Ah..alright." You looked up at the Mimic again, it only growled at you, as if acknowledging your attention.
"Why? Why not?" You asked, why did it not kill you? It seemed stuck, not knowing how to reply. It tapped the Plushie, it's eyes scanning the room looking for something else to try to portray it's message with, it gave up, it soon pointed at your chest, you? "Me?" It nodded. "Youre not killing me cause'... me?" You said, pointing to yourself.
It nodded slowly, as it seemed to not have any other way to communicate it with. "Am i uh..." You paused, trying to find some word that'll maybe make sense for the mimic. "Not good enough..?" You hesitated, were you not good enough to be eaten? The Elder huffed, seeming to replicate a laugh, it shook its head...so you were good enough to eat then?
You were still confused. It tapped your Mimic plushie again, you were stuck trying to figure out what it meant. "Cause' i like Mimics?" It seemed to have its interest piqued when you said it, but it did only a half nod, still tilting its head. You rubbed your chin, a stupid habit you had of doing when you were thinking. "Am i interesting to you?" The Elder Mimic instantly nodded, a dark chirp like sound emitting from its throat, bingo.
"Oh..!" You exclaimed, you felt oddly flattered. But you snapped a bit back to reality, realizing you were just talking to an Elder Mimic casually. Oh fuck, wait- what do you do if your dad comes home?!
You jumped a bit, your hand rummaging through your Plushies, being careful to not touch the Elder's arm resting nearby, still a bit intimidated. You soon pulled your phone out from underneath. You checked the time, 12:28AM, past midnight. So it hasen't been that long, okay.. still.. The Elder tilted it's head, wondering what you were doing. "Uhm, you know.. Uhh.. Dad? Other human in the house?" The Mimic nodded. "He will come back in a while, what will you do then..?" The Elder seemed to think, its gaze once again trailing to the side. It turned around, you quickly noticed that it was only its head, its skin contorting as its neck turned like an owls', oh god.
It pointed to your closet, was it just going to go back? "Oh uh..okay.." You bit your lip thinking, so is there just going to be a Mimic in your house?
It got up, not hovering over your bed anymore, reminding you of its true height. It pointed outside, before wrapping its arms around itself, mimicking the action of warming yourself up. "Is it too cold for you to stay out?" It nodded, suprisingly. "What about food?" It thought again, pointing out, but it turned back at you, and with a very slow lean, it pointed at you as well. You instantly leaned back, letting out a half-scared half-nervous laugh. "Oh yeahh..uh-huh.." You gulped, well you guess you weren't entirely safe.
The Mimic seemed to chirp-growl at that though, its head tilting. It reached forward, patting your head almost gently. Was it just joking?
You sighed, you guess you weren't dying yet. "Are you going to hide from my daa...other, human?" It nodded, "So you won't hurt him?" It nodded again. Holy fuck.
You finally calmed down, you had been communicating back and forth with the Elder Mimic for a while, learning small things.
Through lots of trial and error, you learnt that it stayed in the city not too far from your town, ate a lot, became an Elder, but hid in a trailer to stalk on someone working, and may or may not have been transported to the factory not too far. Which you admit you giggled a bit at. The Mimic seemed unappreciative of your laughter, but it didn't kill you, so you guess it was fine. It had found itself next to you, sitting on your bed, though it barely fit. Its legs reached over your bed, floating off the side and its long arms rested across its own body, it sat very tightly against itself you noticed. You had wrapped your blanket around yourself, sitting criss crossed, looking at the Mimic as much as possible to try to desensitize yourself against its disturbing look, which got easier as time went on.
Time ticked, it was soon 2am, it was becoming harder to stay awake, and more risky for your father to come home. The Elder Mimic had noticed your increased yawns as you stayed awake, pointing out your latest one. "Oh, i'm just sleepy." It tilted it's head, blinking at you, the blinks were not as disgusting anymore thankfully.
"I'll sleep soon, i need to go to uh, school. And my dad will be angry if i stay up all night." The Mimic had learned what 'dad' meant, and now understood that you were talking about your father, you found that interesting. It learned really fast. The Mimic got up, dragging its slim body off your bed, you looked up at it as it turned to face you. It pointed to the closet, then to itself, then to the bed, and you. "You're gonna go back in? Is that even really comfortable..?" You asked, you doubted that tall thing fit comfortably in your stuffed closet. It seemed to ignore what you said, walking over to the closet, you took notice that they did walk pretty duck-footed. It seemed to push a jacket to the side, and another to the oppisite side, creating some kind of barrier between the closet walls. It had a layer of clothing at the bottom. It crawled in, bending down to the side. You watched as it squeezed in somehow, sitting crouched against the clothing. You finally figured out how it hid in there, as its long slender arm reached out for your guitar, placing it against the chair with boxes, it dragged it forward, pressing it against the inner corner of your room, as well as closing the closet door swiftly. You were impressed, "Oh..so thats how i didn't notice." You said, still in disbelief. You heard the Mimic chirp, as if it were proud.
"Okay uhm, i'll go to sleep then.. See you? wait-" You said, cutting yourself off as you remembered something; "Dad still goes through that closet to get things here and there, that won't be a good hiding spot forever, we'll have to find something else." The Mimic growled, you've started picking up its tones as it started to mimic yours, making communication easier. It sounded like it agreed, acknowledging the heads-up. You sighed, finally laying back down, staring at the ceiling, huffing in disbelief. "And the fact i'm never gonna be able to tell anyone this.." You laughed lightly, looking over at the closet, hearing a murr emitt from it. "Uh goodnight...Mr..Mimic?" You didn't have a name for it, you doubt it would fit any human name anyway. It growled back to you, you'll take it as a goodnight.