This guy.... Thankfully turned out to be imaginary.. but still terrorized my childhood. I can't remember where he came from, but i think he evolved as i grew up. He would stay in the darker corner of my room, and keep a couple eyes on me, a couple on the door... I was always afraid that he could start eating me and at the same time, with his second mouth, impersonate my mom's voice, or sing a lullaby; something to sedate me... I hated to go to bed as a child... The little teddy bear, almost pleading from under his knee, goes ignored as he keeps his eyes busy.
The drawing is with various pencils and mechanical pencils