okay i loved all of these and I couldn’t decide so I tried to incorporate as mANY AS I COULD (I ended up doing #1, #2, #3, #4, and $8)
here is a link to the post: https://inkstay.tumblr.com/post/185126677960/may-2019-prompts but idk if that’ll work??? thank you @inkstay for the awesome prompts!!!
“It’s dehumanizing, you know?” the monster, no, Frank, sighed, scratching his head with fingers that tapered into sharp black claws. “‘Ooh, if you’re naughty, the monster will come into your bedroom tonight and abduct you!’ and ‘Eat your broccoli, otherwise the monster will eat you!’”
The therapist took a deep breath, feeling his heartbeat rising. “And — er — do you eat them?”
Frank frowned, scaly eyebrows knitting together. “Hm?”
“The children of the parents who say these things. Have you ever...?”
“Of course not, Romulus! Don’t be absurd.” Frank rolled his glowing yellow eyes, looking at the patient next to him. “That’s more Aizlor’s territory.”
Swallowing hard, Romulus Jacobson nodded. Aizlor was a little runt of a creature, with fluffy ears shaped like semi-circles and a scaly snout that was fixed in a permanent sneer. “What is Aizlor, exactly?”
Frank rubbed his chin, deep in thought. “Not sure. He came from a dragon egg, hatched by a mouse. Best not to mention it.” Lowering his voice, he whispered, “He’s sensitive.”
Jacobson forced a smile. “Right. Um. I think it’s about time for our session to be over and we meet again tomorrow...” He looked at the clock, only for its hands to come to a suspicious and sudden stop; the thin pieces of metal trembled a little, almost as if they were holding their breath. “Oh.”
“Seems like we have a little more time!” Frank said cheerfully, clapping his hands together with a laugh that sounded like thunder booming. “As I was saying, being reduced to ‘the monster’ is dehumanizing—”
“Technically,” Jacobson interjected, “you’re not human.”
Frank’s scaly bottom lip quivered. “But... well, technically... but I have feelings! I have people I love! Look!” He brought out his phone and swiped across the screen before showing Jacobson his home screen. The therapist squinted at the photo of Frank holding a tiny, crocodile-like body bundled in blankets. “And if people keep calling me a monster, it’s going to be really damaging to my kid!”
The mirror in the corner of the room shattered at the piercing cry that rang through the room, and everyone quickly put their hands over their ears. When it stopped, the windows wore cracks around the corners and the face of the clock looked as though it had been covered in spider webs, but no one was injured.
Belinda rushed into the common room, brushing her waist-length black hair out of her eyes with an ashen grey hand. With a sharp-toothed but well-meaning smile, she called, “Sorry, everyone! Left the door open.”
“That’s alright,” Jacobson assured her. “Just, um... close it. I think that music therapy is really helping you control your voice.”
“I’m glad you like it!” Belinda responded, her voice tilting up at the end of the sentence to indicate there would be a shriek coming soon. “I’ll keep practicing.”
Jacobson gave her a thumbs up. “Good idea.”
Disturbed by the banshee’s wail, Mary tottered over with her basket full of glinting glass.
“Never again.” She handed one piece to Frank, who took it with a smile and made a show of tucking it into his breast pocket, and another to Aizlor, who immedaitely shoved it in his too-wide mouth and swallowed it. “I won’t be trapped again.”
Mary made her way to Jacobson, a shaky hand holding a mirror shard. “Never again. I won’t be trapped again. Never again, never again, never again.”
Jacobson accepted the mirror shard carefully, setting it down on the armrest of his chair. “Never again.”
“Never again,” Mary agreed, her mouth stretching into a smile and showing off teeth stained red. Bloody Mary moved away again, offering more shards to other patients.
Again, Jacobson glanced at the clock. It stilled again in that odd way, but at least it had moved while they weren’t looking. “Okay, everyone. That concludes our session for today. I’ll see you all next week.”
Frank smiled at them, shaking his hand with a firm but cautious grip. “I’ll be looking forward to it, Romulus!”
Aizlor simply grunted. Jacobson wasn’t offended.
The receptionist, a pretty she-wolf named Helena, gave him a small wave as he walked out the doors. He was still working up the nerve to ask her out, and wondered if now was his chance; but then the phone rang, and when she went to answer it he was out the door before he could hear her say, “666, how can I help you?” like she always did.
Jacobson made his way to the car, smiling in relief when it unlocked with a cheerful beep beep. Once he sat down, he buckled his seatbelt and let out a sigh of relief as the human facade slid off of his face like melting wax, revealing the semi-lupine form beneath.
The werewolf rolled his shoulders and turned the key, starting the engine. It was getting late. He stepped on the gas and drove down the winding road until Sydney’s Supernatural Sanitarium was little more than a white blot in the dark landscape, illuminated by the light of the full moon.
