So I went trawling through the writing prompts blog, and it’s pretty awesome. I’ve got sixty something of ‘em saved, and I’m probably going to be writing on those when I don’t have any prompts or I’m stuck on my own stuff.
This was written for the prompt ‘You have a monster living in your closet, they’re actually a pretty great roommate.’
It is, of course, Homestuck based. What, were you expecting anything different?
There's a monster in your closet.
It's big sometimes, and sometimes it's smaller than you are.
When it's big, and it's horns scrape the ceiling, it swears, and then it swears at you for laughing, even though you can't help it. It's just so funny, hearing a monster swear at the house for being too small.
It's not always in your closet. Sometimes it hides under your bed, or in the shadows behind your door, and sometimes you can't find it at all.
Dad can't see it. You told him, the first time you saw it, that there was a monster in your closet, but when he went to look, he couldn't see it, even though it was looking right at you.
It waited until he left, then stepped out of the closet, and you thought for sure that it was going to eat you, so you hid under your blankets.
You knew that wouldn't do anything, but you hoped that maybe, if you made it too hard to get at you, then the monster would give up!
Instead, the footsteps paused, and you heard it heave a sigh before the bed dipped down on one side, just like it would if your dad was sitting there.
"John." The monster says, and you shiver.
It's voice is weird. It's got a buzzy, hummy sort of sound to it, and you don't like it.
"Go 'way." you tell the monster firmly, "Dad says your not real, so go away."
And just like that, the dip in the bed vanishes, and when you peek out from under the covers, there's no sign of the monster at all.
It still takes you a long time to fall asleep.
The monster showed up again a week later, but this time you were prepared, and shot the monster full in the face with a water gun you'd kept next to your bed ever since you'd seen it last.
It splutters, wiping water out of it's eyes and dripping on the carpet as it glares at you.
"What was that for?" It demands, and you gulp, drop your Super Water Blaster 9000, and dive under your blankets.
"Pleasedon'teatmeI'mreallysorryIwon'tdoitagain!"
For a moment there's nothing but silence, then there's a choked laugh.
Wait. It's laughing? Monsters can laugh???
Cautiously, just in case it's a trap, you peek out from under your blankets.
It's not a trap. The monster is laughing.
The thought occurs to you that it's laughing at you, and that idea makes you brave enough to sit back up, throwing your blankets off.
"Why're you laughing at me?" You demand, and then, "Hey, quit laughing! It's not funny!"
If you were standing, you'd stomp your feet, so you guess it's a good thing you're still on your bed, otherwise Dad'd come up to see what was going on.
The monster is grinning when it finally stops laughing, and the sight of all of those really sharp teeth is sort of scary, but it doesn't try to eat you or anything, so maybe it's a nice monster?
"I'm not going to eat you, John." The monster says, still grinning. "I've been waiting for you for aaaaaaaages! And I bet you don't even taste good!"
You... really can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
