A/N: I'm baaaaack! So, this fanfic is simply going to be random ideas I've had in my head while at work. They'll range from super sweet and sappy to very, very dark and some from my upcoming AU before it actually starts. They'll be in no particular order and the POV will not always be Br'er Fox's, sometimes switching in a single chapter. Chapters will not be related to others in this story and unless stated, Ryn is usually ten. I've got a handful ideas at the moment, but you guys are welcome to (and I encourage you!) to send me different ideas or suggestions on what to write. Not sure how long this will be. Until I run out of ideas, I suppose. To start things off, I rewrote a chapter from my other story, using Ryn's POV. Enjoy!

Night Terrors

Farryn sat up in her bed and glanced around her room. She had woken up because she thought she heard something, but as she scanned the room she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. She could make out the dark figures of her dresser opposite her and her various toys left about on the floor, something she was probably going to get in trouble for not picking them up when he asked her too. She was about to lay back down when she saw a flash of lightning from the windows in the front room. She yelped and tried to bury herself back under the blankets, clutching her plush as she did so.

She had never really been scared of storms before. They were common enough in the area that the three year-old had grown used to them. But for some reason, this one was scaring her. Maybe it was because this one seemed to be louder than the past storms. Maybe it was because she was actually awake for this one. Or maybe it was because she had been thinking that everything was scary right now.

For the past several nights, she had been having nightmares. They had always seemed like they were so real. Some of them she couldn't remember all too well, but she remembered a couple of them. The first one she could remember started out normal enough. She was in a room and had all her toys with her. But after she began playing with the toys, she heard what sounded like loud, shouting and scary words. When she looked up at the wall in front of her, she saw two strange shadows. Curious, she stood up and walked over to the wall that the shadows were on. She stuck out her arm to touch the wall when the figures suddenly turned towards her and began to chase her.

She woke up before the shadows caught her, sitting up in bed with a start. Her father happened to be walking by at that point and came in to comfort her. He asked her about it and she explained what happened. He asked her if she was upset about it and when she said a little, he told her that he would lie with her for a little bit. She fell back asleep pretty quickly afterwards, but was awoken the next morning when she heard him mutter something about 'dat damn bed bein' too small.' She wasn't sure what he meant by that; it was longer than she was.

The next dream she could remember was even scarier than the previous nights'. She was in her warm, comfy bed, snuggled up with her doll and head resting against her pillow. She heard what sounded like growling coming from near her. She had sat up quickly and looked around.

"Papa?" She called out into the darkened room. Sometimes when he was very angry, he would growl or snarl at whomever just so happened to be in his clutches, usually Br'er Rabbit. But that was usually around dinnertime, not during the middle of the night. After not hearing anymore, she laid back down, only to hear the same noise again, much louder than before. She pulled the blankets up to her chin and saw a dark, large, amorphous shape slowing start to make its way out from under her bed. Frightened, she pulled the blankets over her head, thinking that if it couldn't see her, it wouldn't do anything. She didn't hear anything and decided to be brave and take a peek. She immediately regretted it. The shadowy figure was now standing at the foot of her bed, staring her down with glowing, yellow eyes. She was frozen in fear, too afraid to move. For a minute, it seemed as if the figure was simply going to stare at her, before it lunged at her.

She woke up screaming and crying so loud, she thought she was going to get in trouble. She was terrified to open her eyes. What if that….thing was still there? What if it was just waiting for her to take a deep breath before it took her? She had to see. Maybe her screaming scared it off? Maybe it didn't like tears? Deciding to be brave again, she opened her eyes, tears still pouring out of them. There was something there! A shadow! At the opposite wall from her! It was still there! She started screaming again, too frightened to move. She almost let out another scream again when she felt something wrap around her before she recognized the voice coming from it.

"What's wrong? Was it a bad dream? Didya hurt yerself?"

Farryn hugged him as tightly as she could and started sputtering out words in between her sobs.

"S-scary m-monster. Gl-glowin' eyes! Attacked me!"

"Shh. It a'ight now. Dere ain't no monster 'ere." She heard him say as he rubbed her back.

"Unner b-bed." She said, still crying.

She heard him sigh and felt him get up off the bed, before feeling herself being picked up. She tried to grip onto his chest before she only felt fur in between her fingers; he only wore pants to sleep. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and watched as he got down on his knees and looked under the bed.

"Look. Dere ain't anythan' unner dere. Ain't nuthin' t' be 'fraid of." She shook her head and buried her face into his chest. There was something under the bed; darkness. And that thing seemed to have come from the darkness. It was probably hiding in it right now! She felt him stand back up and she turned her head back out. He was trying to put her back to bed. She clung onto him even more, using whatever strength she had to hold onto him. She assumed he was tired or something, as he gave up trying to put her back after that.

"A'ight, Rynnie, a'ight. I'll sit wid ya fo' a lil' while," He sighed, taking her over to the rocking chair. She eased up slightly when he sat down and began to rock her. She was now able to see that the shadow opposite her bed was her dresser. How silly of her to think it was something else. After a few minutes, she noticed that the rocking had stopped and when she looked up, she saw that her dad had fallen asleep, snoring lightly. He must've been REALLY tired if he fell asleep in the chair, she thought. He was silly sometimes. Knowing that a big, scary monster couldn't get her with him right there, she snuggled up against his chest and fell asleep shortly after.

Currently, Farryn was sitting under her covers, shaking slightly as the rain pounded against the roof. She wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now. She was too scared. What if another thunder clap happened? What if it was one of those loud ones that shook the room? She felt a little bad about waking her father up again. She'd heard him mutter again that morning, this time something about being in pain or something like that. What if he got mad at her for waking him up again? What if-

There was another clap of thunder and she immediately jumped out of bed with her doll and quickly walked out her door, past the bathroom, and inside her dads' room. She stood against the wall and looked out into the front room, seeing some lightning flash. Glancing at the open bedroom door, she wondered if she would be scared if her door was closed; he insisted that it be left open at night so he could hear her if she needed him. Turning towards the bed, she saw her father, seemingly out cold. He was laying on his stomach, one arm dangling down the side of the bed, the other curled up over his head, and snoring loudly. Holding her plush close to her, she made her way over to the side of the bed. As she was shorter than the bed, she stood on her toes and gently poked him.

"Papa?" She said quietly. One of Br'er Fox's hands twitched slightly, but gave no other indication that he was awake.

"Papa!" She said a little louder, using one of her hands to shake his arm slightly. He moved slightly and muttered something about having caught Br'er Rabbit before snoring again. Why was he so hard to wake up?

"PAPA!" She shouted at him, shaking his arm with her hand as hard as she could. This seemed to have finally woke him up; he jolted up and looked around before finally resting his eyes on her. He lifted his arm and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before looking back down at her.

"Farryn, what is ya doin' up? It's de middle o' de night." He asked her with a tired voice. Well, he didn't seem like he was mad. She brought her plush up to her chin before speaking up.

"I'se done heard a scary noise," she whispered, afraid that if she talked too loud, it would come back.

"What kinda noise?" She opened her mouth to say something, but there was another flash of lightening from behind her and a loud clap of thunder. This caused her to yelp again and she brought her doll up to her face, using it to protect her against the thunder. It was a long one too; she could still hear it rumbling for a while afterwards. When she heard it finally stop, she opened her eyes and put her plush back under her chin, practically squeezing the stuffing out of it. She really hoped that he wouldn't try to put her back to bed. She didn't want to be alone during this storm.

He sighed tiredly and turned over so he was now sitting up with his back against the headboard. He reached over to her and she felt herself being picked up. He placed her down on the empty space on the other side of the bed. Once she felt the softness and warmth of the blankets, she started to burrow herself in them, making sure that her doll got covered too. Despite it being the middle of summer, she liked to be completely covered by all the sheets and blankets when she slept.

"Dis only fer t'night now, ya hear? I'se too tired t' try t' put you back t' bed," he said with a slightly serious tone. She looked up at him, nodded, and nestled up against his side, pulling her plush close to her chest and bringing her thumb up to mouth. She closed her eyes and felt him bring his arm around her back and began to rub her right ear with his fingers. She wasn't sure why, but she always felt calm and safe whenever her ears were rubbed. It was apparently a habit that had started when she was a baby. She let out a soft, quiet sigh and was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard another clap of thunder, followed by the sound of some of the plates rattling in the kitchen. But this time, she didn't react; she was safe and sound next to her papa, who she was certain wouldn't let anything, not even big scary noises, frighten her.

She felt him ruffle her hair and kiss her forehead before pulling her closer to him.

"Night Rynnie," was the last thing she heard before she nodded off and, for once, she didn't have a nightmare that night.

A/N: I'm going to warn you guys in advance, the next chapter is going to be pretty dark. I'm sorry.