Youāre in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.
Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.
I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasnāt scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monstersā¦ I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotteās bed. Across the room underneath Danielās crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. āIām not afraid of you monster!ā She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed andā¦ She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. āMove. Over!ā Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isnāt afraid of any of my monsters; sheās afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. āWhat theā¦ā I cut Francisās next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. āIf you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.ā I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. āIāll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.ā Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.
WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER
Holy shit Iām gonna cry thatās beautiful.
I almost canāt believe that big Tumblr blogs such as @ruinedchildhood, @dutchsterĀ and @smosh reblogged this post. Thanks for writing this beautiful story @kittenwiskers.
