Hey, it's Monday and I'm uploading this! I'm honestly really shocked. I'm also really shocked by the fact that I managed to get 7 visitors on the second chapter, 12 on the first, and yet no favs or follows. I'm really just not sure if that's because I suck or it's just because I'm on the slightly more obscure side of this site. Regardless, I love you all.

Oh, yes, and... Short 6 & 7. Unless I get horribly sidetracked (which you should expect) that's when the only request will show up.

Short 2

Plague Knight stared up at his new most hated enemy. His bed.

Yes, his bed was the new foe of which he could not conquer. He had tried numerous times to get onto it, but he found his leg muscles had died a little in the transformation, and he could only jump about half his height. The problem in the situation being that the bed was as tall as he was, so he could only get his torso up there, but not his legs, leaving him flailing for a couple moments before falling.

Growling angrily, he backed up and got a running start, jumping and slamming into the side of the bed once more, this time succeeding in driving all breath from his lungs and flopping to the ground without any attempt to pull himself up.

After regaining some of the lost air, Plague Knight let out a sharp, frustrated cry, before just sitting there, glowering at the bed and plotting his revenge.

There was a knock at the door, startling him from his thoughts of blowing up his bed. Mona peeked into the room, the look on her face indicating that she was confused and a little worried.

"You aren't dying over here, I trust?"

"No," Plague Knight grumbled.

"Then what's going on here?"

Plague Knight whispered in a voice that he was sure Mona wouldn't be able to actually discern, "I can't get onto my bed."

Mona raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

In response, Plague Knight mumbled his issue again.

"I'm sorry; I understand 'mumble mumble.'"

"Actually, it's 'mumble mumble mumble,' Plague Knight corrected.

"I don't care. What is your issue?"

Plague Knight stood and gestured to his bed. Mona looked back and forth between the two until it dawned on her. She let out a small snicker before snuffing the rest of her laughter. "You're too short to get on your bed?

Plague Knight nodded unhappily.

Mona let another short chuckle escape from her before walking forward, easily picking him up and dropping him on the bed.

Plague Knight understandably looked grumpy as she did so, and muttered a small 'Thanks,' when she was done.

"We'll get you a stepladder or something tomorrow, alright?" Mona promised, trying to cheer him up.

Plague Knight nodded, still annoyed.

Mona gently pat his head, to which he jerked away in surprise. "Goodnight," she told him, an amused look on her face.

"Night," Plague Knight muttered, crawling under his sheets.

This is probably the shortest one of these shorts will ever be, but I love it anyway. It's the first real thought that came to me for this story. Everything else came later.