Dustbunny: If you don't know, you don't deserve to have it explained
Dustbunny: This is just a quick little one-shot, 'kay? Readers of my other stuff, please don't kill me. I'll be updating soon.
Bunnydust: #cough#BULL#cough# Ahem... Sorry, something in my throat
Marshmallow: Erm... onward ho! ... I guess
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It used to be so simple.
Even without Katsuya, you knew you didn't have to fear the night. That scratching noise was a branch. That shadow was cast by a toy on a shelf. If the cold crept up on you, you knew you were safe beneath the covers. If it got too frightening, you'd just go to Mom- she would protect you, reassure you. Soon there was nothing to fear.
Used to be.
Now that noise might be something demonic. That shadow might not be inanimate. If you shiver from the cold, beware. It might rip away the blanket and carry you away. If it gets bad, Mom is the last place to go. She won't understand these fears, can never hope to protect you from their reality. Fear will not relent but hold you in its icy, sadistic grip until horror takes over your senses. All you can do is tremble and try to hold out until morning comes and the sun rises. But even then, you know you may not be truly safe, may never again be truely safe.
And maybe even Katsuya can't save you next time.
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Dustbunny: Why did I write this, you ask? Search me. Basically if I get ideas and don't do something with them, they clog my thoughts. So, I'm practically working on other stories by writing these random one-shots
Jounouchi: Eh heh...
Marshmallow: O... kay... Well, leave a review, if you please!