My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 113: Figure

Raelynn stirred uneasily in her sleep, her dreams pulling her into a dark, shifting place. She stood in a vast, misty expanse, the ground beneath her feet soft and yielding like clouds. The chill in the air carried a strange, metallic scent that sent a shiver down her spine.

Ahead of her, a figure emerged, cloaked in black. The fabric of his cloak moved as if alive, swirling in ways the still air couldn’t explain. She squinted, trying to see his face, but a hood covered his features entirely. Only the faintest hint of light glimmered where his eyes might have been, an unnatural and chilling glow.

"Excuse me?" Raelynn called out, her voice trembling. She backed away without thinking, her heart beating fast and loud.

The figure didn’t answer, but his presence was suffocating. It felt as though the air around her thickened with every passing second. A low whisper reached her ears, though she couldn’t make out the words. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a feeling, crawling under her skin and wrapping around her like invisible chains. She tried to run, but her legs felt like they were weighed down, barely able to move.

"You…" the figure finally said, though the voice was distorted, layered with tones that didn’t belong to one person. "You must remember."

"Remember what?" she asked, her voice cracking as fear seeped into her veins.

Before the figure could answer, the ground beneath her feet shifted. The mist thickened, rising like a tide and swallowing the figure whole. She screamed, reaching out, but her voice echoed back at her, empty and hollow. Then, suddenly, she was falling. The sensation was so vivid that she jolted awake with a gasp, her heart racing as she clutched her chest.

Raelynn sat up in her bed, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven gulps. Faint light barely lit her room, the shadows in the corners feeling too similar to her nightmare. Her eyes darted around, half-expecting to see the cloaked figure standing in the corner, but there was nothing there. The night was quiet like usual.

She rubbed her face, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "What… what was that?" she whispered to herself.

The clock on her bedside table read a little past three in the morning. Sleep felt impossible now, her mind too restless to settle back into dreams. Her eyes drifted to the balcony doors, where soft moonlight traced silvery patterns on the floor. A quiet yearning for fresh air overcame her, and she swung her legs out of bed.

As she approached the balcony door, something small caught her eye. Her heart lifted slightly when she saw a familiar tiny shape perched on the railing—a little bat, its wings folded neatly against its body.

"Bubble," she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips despite her lingering unease. She cracked the door open just enough to let the cool night breeze brush against her face. The bat turned its head, its shiny eyes reflecting the moonlight as it seemed to acknowledge her presence.

Raelynn crouched by the doorway, resting her arms on her knees as she spoke softly, her tone warm and familiar. "Hey there, little one. It’s been a while. I didn’t think you’d show up tonight."

It was always like this—Bubble came and went as he pleased, appearing without warning and disappearing just as quickly. Not that she could control him, even if she wanted to.

She’d grown used to his visits, though, and oddly, his quiet presence had become something of a comfort.

Kind of like Elion.

Raelynn blinked, her face warming as the thought struck her. "Oh, no, no, no," she muttered under her breath, immediately poking her own forehead as if to scold herself. Why was she thinking about him now? Of all times? Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her lip nervously.

Still, her heart fluttered as her thoughts refused to fully banish the image of Elion’s face.

The bat tilted its head, its tiny ears twitching. Raelynn chuckled, the sound light and soft in the quiet night. "I’m sorry I didn’t leave any fruit for you this time. I wasn’t sure you’d come by. You’ve been so unpredictable lately."

She leaned her head against the doorframe, her gaze thoughtful. "You know," she continued, her voice dropping slightly, "I had another weird dream tonight. There was this… man. Or at least, I think it was a man. He was wearing this black cloak, and I couldn’t see his face. But his voice… it was like nothing I’ve ever heard before."

Bubble remained motionless, its dark, glossy eyes fixed on her. The way it seemed to listen made Raelynn smile, even though she knew it was just a coincidence. "I know you don’t understand a word I’m saying," she said, a faint laugh escaping her lips, "but it feels nice to talk about it with you."

The bat shifted slightly on the railing, and Raelynn reached out her hand as if to touch it, though she stopped short of making contact. "Anyway," she said softly, "thanks for listening. You’re a good little friend, Bubble."

She rose to her feet, brushing her hair out of her face as she stifled a yawn. "I should get back to bed," she murmured, glancing back at the bat. "Goodnight, Bubble. Don’t cause too much trouble out here, okay? See you!"

With one last smile, she closed the balcony door gently and turned away, not noticing the faint shimmer of movement behind her.

As soon as Raelynn’s footsteps faded, the bat stirred. Its small form trembled, and shadows began to ripple around it, twisting and stretching unnaturally. The bat’s tiny body seemed to dissolve, replaced by a tall, imposing figure cloaked in darkness. The silhouette didn’t move, its head tilted slightly as if watching the closed door.

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For a moment, the figure remained there, silent and still. Then, without a sound, it melted back into the night, leaving no trace of its presence except for the faintest rustle of the wind.