~I'd just like to say that the only reason I'm doing this short, one shot
fic is because I had to do it for English Class. . . It didn't turn out
half bad, so I'm putting it up here. . . Please take note that this is in
Randall Bogg's point of view. . . I always liked him. ^^ ~
With my top right hand, I carefully turned the doorknob of the door that my scare assistant, Fungus, had placed in the door station. I shook off my hesitation and climbed onto the rim of the door, giving a quick practice- snarl. I then opened the door, disappeared, and swooshed inside.
My eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the dim illumination from the kid's nightlight. I never like those things. . . with the light, however dim, I still left a shadow. The last time a kid has seen it. . . well, I still don't like to think of it. I shuddered inwardly at the thought, but shook my head a second later to clear it.
Focus.
Crawling along the side of the wall, I passed a window. I gave it a wide berth; with good reason. It was winter outside, and a blizzard was a lizard- monster's worst nightmare.
I glanced down at the kid in the bed, then lower. 'Well', I amended mentally, 'Not exactly. A kid's pet is *any* monster's worst nightmare.'
Not only were they as toxic as children themselves, they nearly always had some nasty natural weapon; teeth or claws. I had to be careful with this scare; this particular child had a rather large, vicious-looking Doberman sleeping at the foot of the bed.
I'd had to be quick, but I've done worse before.
In a moment, I was on the wall above the headboard. I reappeared, and gave a loud snarl that could surely be heard by the scare assistants back in the monster world.
As swiftly as I had appeared, I disappeared, and left the room, hearing a satisfyingly loud shriek behind me.
With my top right hand, I carefully turned the doorknob of the door that my scare assistant, Fungus, had placed in the door station. I shook off my hesitation and climbed onto the rim of the door, giving a quick practice- snarl. I then opened the door, disappeared, and swooshed inside.
My eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the dim illumination from the kid's nightlight. I never like those things. . . with the light, however dim, I still left a shadow. The last time a kid has seen it. . . well, I still don't like to think of it. I shuddered inwardly at the thought, but shook my head a second later to clear it.
Focus.
Crawling along the side of the wall, I passed a window. I gave it a wide berth; with good reason. It was winter outside, and a blizzard was a lizard- monster's worst nightmare.
I glanced down at the kid in the bed, then lower. 'Well', I amended mentally, 'Not exactly. A kid's pet is *any* monster's worst nightmare.'
Not only were they as toxic as children themselves, they nearly always had some nasty natural weapon; teeth or claws. I had to be careful with this scare; this particular child had a rather large, vicious-looking Doberman sleeping at the foot of the bed.
I'd had to be quick, but I've done worse before.
In a moment, I was on the wall above the headboard. I reappeared, and gave a loud snarl that could surely be heard by the scare assistants back in the monster world.
As swiftly as I had appeared, I disappeared, and left the room, hearing a satisfyingly loud shriek behind me.