"Help."
It was all he would say. Well, apart from another word.
"Todd."
Put them together and you had something that no one understood at all. Apart from Gibson. He didn't know what caused him to be so frightened. Or why everyone got mad whenever he said them. No one knew why he said it, no one knew about the nightmares. No one knew what was terrifying him, to steve, it was all he knew how to say and he liked to say it. To sylvester, he said it to annoy everyone. But really, he was scared.
It had started when he had discovered the TV. He hadn't been sure what it was, but he decided it was fascinating. It was much better than sitting in the backroom getting nervous because of the dog (who, thanks to sylvester calling shelby it all the time, Gibson thought was named "Bitch") chasing her tail repeatedly. The only time gibson went in there was to eat or use the litterbox.
He often watched the TV when it had been switched on. Until one day, he accidentally watche a load of horror movies. One about spiders and sharks, one about ghosts, and then a really scary one about an evil spirit named todd. In his mind, gibson tried to think of different, but his mind kept wandering back to the film. He found himself having nightmares, nightmares that never stopped. He had them every night, he tried to tell someone, but he couldnt. All he cold o was mutter "help" and "todd.". Hopefully one day, someone would understand his call for help….