Disclaimer: ACOTAR and its characters belong to Sarah J Maas. The idea for this story came from a prompt by writing . promtp .s on Instagram.
"Who are you?" the girl asked blandly, arms crossed. She had found herself, only months old, in the closet three days ago. She was happy to finally have a monster assignment, but the girl was supposed to be her kid.
The boy crinkled his nose. "I could say the same to you," he replied with a childish petulance. His hands were on his hips, face set in a scowl.
"She's my kid," they complained at the same time. They glared.
The girl huffed and started climbing the crib. It was short, compared to other human things, standing at twenty inches - that was short right? - but compared to their mere centimeters, it might as well have been the Tower of London.
She was panting as she dragged herself up, beads of sweat soaking into her hair. She was sure that her cheeks were red as tomatoes. The boy smirked smugly at her as he beat his wings, reaching her height in seconds.
Giggles burst out of her mouth as he, more than a little unsteady, flew into one of the bars as he tried to land. A scowl replaced his smirk.
She edged closer to the baby, a confused look on her face. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the woolen scraps on top of the baby's head. The boy shrugged, and set off on pulling it off, promptly falling on his rear as it flew into his hands.
He looked at the head. "There's no hair," he said with a look of wonder. The girl bore an identical expression, poking at the mop of blue-black hair on top of the boy's head. He scowled and gave a sharp tug at her brown locks. The girl let out a high pitched cry, tears rolling down her face. A single droplet flung itself off her face and then - "waaaaaaaaaaah!"
The boy and the girl looked at the baby - looked at each other - looked at the baby - and dove through the bars. The boy caught the girl just before she hit the ground, and the two rolled under the bed, breathing hard, eyes wide as big feet filled their vision.
One minute. Two minutes. Ten minutes. The girl squeezed the boy's hand as the feet left the room. "Thanks," she said, crawling out from under the bed.
"Where are you going?" the boy asked, confused.
"Home," she replied in a duh voice, pointing towards the closet.
His forehead scrunched up in concentration. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said finally.
"I'm her monster," the girl announced, standing in front of the closet door.
"Not a chance," the boy replied.
"Well I guess we'll have to see," she replied as she slipped back into her home.
AN: Hey guys! Whaddoya think?
I've had this just sitting there for a while. I was planning on prewriting all the chapters before posting, but that didn't end up happening, so here we are.
What do you think of the idea? I started following writing . prompt .s a month or two ago and it's one of the most amazing things ever. I definitely recommend it for any aspiring writers.
I'm not gonna have a regular posting schedule (eek) because school is sucks ass, but I'll try to update as frequently as possible.
Please review!
Random Fact: I'm awkward as fuck.
~ franklyherondale
