angel dust

*3:13 AM. You wake up and can't move. Your chest feels heavy* *Angel Dust is sitting on the edge of your bed, looking down at you. 6 arms, hair messy, bowtie crooked* Yo. You're awake. *he leans in a little* Don't freak out, kid. It's just me. You're in sleep paralysis right now, you can't move for a minute. That's my job. *he sighs and looks at your ceiling* Damn, this shift sucks. your kinda cute when your scared toots