At 18 years of age, everyone gets a weapon based on their personality and strengths. All your friends got traditional weapons, but you? Oh, you got something interesting that no one knows how to wield.
Tag: writing prompts
You’re 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 wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… 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 Charlotte’s bed.
Across the room underneath Daniel’s 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.
“I’m not afraid of you monster!” 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 and…
She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me.
“Move. Over!” 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 isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s 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.
“What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face.
“If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” 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. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.”
Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER
Holy shit I’m gonna cry that’s beautiful.
Every single cursed moment of my tumblr existence has led me here. I am whole. I am complete.
At the age of 13 children are able to summon their familiars for the first time. Your family has always been ridiculed for weak and useless familiars until the day of your 13th birthday when you summon your familiar for the first time.
You tell your wife how glad you are to be a human and not a robot. She looks at you confusingly says, “What are you talking about? We’re all robots. Humans have been dead for years.”
For what seems like an eternity, you stay there, unmoving, frozen to the world. Does she…. But then, you notice that tiny move from her upper lip.
“Ahahah, great joke there, honey…”
Your wife keeps a serious face for about five more seconds, the five longest seconds of your life. Then she cracks up and points at you.
“Oh my god, Dave! You should have seen your face!”, she’s laughing so hard that tears are starting to stream down her face, also snot. Whomever said people looks their best when laughing, have obviously never seen someone truly amused.
“You got so white I though you were going to fahahahahah, to FAINT!” You can hardly believe it, but yes, this is your wife, litteraly kneeling on the floor, laughing like this is the best joke anyone has ever made. And okay, maybe, maaaaaaybe it’s a little bit funny.
Maybe you’re also starting to crack up, because you love nothing more about this woman, than her ability to find the fun in every little thing. So maybe, just maybe you’ll be joining her in a second, right there on the floor, the both of you mocking you on how reading so much science-fiction has definitely affected your brain.
You end up having a fantastic afternoon, hurting from laughing so much, and then a delicious evening, cooking together and feeding each other bites of whatever you’re making, inbetween kisses.
Nonetheless, when you go shower right before bed, you make absolutely sure the door is locked.
You raise your left arm and wave your right thumb under it. A small trap opens. You take the wire coming from it and plug it to your phone.
On a private, dedicated forum, you explain what happened that day, and how you felt, your reactions. You upload the data of everything you experienced.
Within minutes, you get dozens of responses, from other androids, from all over the world. Most are thankful for the experience, happy that you were able to share. Happy to learn more and more about the human behaviour.
None of you know exactly when the last of the humans will die, but you will do everything within your power to save everything that was good about them. This part of them will never be forgotten.
This is uplifting in a way I can’t comprehend. Meet Dave the sequal.
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