A/N: This was written for a prompt in a comm that I'm in.
He was used to the dark. Or at least used to how dark it got out on Tatooine. But then again it couldn't really be considered all that dark out on that desert planet. And even if it was he had never noticed it. Perhaps he'd never noticed it because his mother had been with him the whole entire time and other things had been on his mind. That's what kept him from thinking about things that lurked in the dark.
But now… now he was no longer on Tatooine. For about two years now he'd been on Coruscant. He'd like to say that he was there with Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Master Obi-Wan Kenobi but then that'd be a lie. Master Qui-Gon Jinn was no longer with them. He was eleven years old now and each night had given him something to startle him. But he hadn't wanted to be a burden to Obi-Wan and run to him each and every time he heard something in the night.
They'd already made themselves ready for bed and had said their good nights to one another when he heard it. The clanging… or was it creaking noise of something underneath his bed. He laid there for what seemed like hours even though it had only be about fifteen minutes or so. Then the sound came again much louder than it had before. It was starting to really, really bother him. But he was a Jedi and they weren't meant to let their fear rule them so he tried to go back to sleep. It had almost worked but about ten minutes later the sound came even louder… even harsher than before making him sit up straight in bed. A part of him wanted to peek over the edge of the bed to see what it was but he didn't dare. It could be dangerous whatever it was.
The louder the sound got the more frightened the young boy got. Eventually it got too much for him and he jumped out and away from the bed and ran. Ran until he was safe and sound in his Master's room and in his Master's bed.
"Anakin, what's wrong?"
"There's something under my bed."
Now whether his Master believed him or not was a completely different story. But he'd been told that it would be checked out in the morning. The Master Jedi had known that he didn't want to be alone. Not now. Not with whatever that thing was underneath his bed.
A couple years later and they'd still not found out what it was that had been under his bed but it didn't matter to him. He was safe and sound in his Master's bed curled up in the safety of Obi-Wan's arms. Here, unlike in his room, there was nothing at all to be scared of. Not even the monster under his bed.