I know it's been a while since I last updated. Sorry.

Also, I will be doing any requests I've been given eventually, but I have a few chapters I need to do before I can do those requests.

EPISODE: THE GIRL WHO CRIED MONSTER

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After Mr. Mortman, things were quiet for almost five years.

Lucy was now seventeen, and Randy had just turned thirteen. Lucy had grown several inches since age twelve, and her wavy brown hair now reached her waist; she typically wore it in a braid, which she swept over her shoulder, or held it back with a headband. Her body, once the slim body of a child, now bore curves and hips, and as time passed, Lucy had grown into her features, so they were more proportional and more shaped to fit her face. These changes all made Lucy quite beautiful, and although she could've been popular due to her looks, her smarts, her humor, her easy going attitude, or all of the above, she chose to stick with one friend, Aaron. She didn't want to draw too much attention to her family, after all.

Randy, if possible, had changed more than Lucy over the past five years. He was only two inches shorter than her, even if he was four years younger, and his shaggy brown hair had been trimmed and cut until it fell into a cool style with bangs that he could sweep behind his ears and hair that swooshed to the side, naturally; needless to say, the overgrown hair, complete with bangs that nearly reached his nose if he didn't do something to hold them back, he'd had when he was eight was long gone. He was quite handsome for a boy his age, and he was truly gifted in certain sports, including baseball and hockey (but not football or basketball; he tried those once. It did not go well). His involvement in athletes and had left him lean, and although he lacked obvious muscles, he was still stronger than most boys his age.

Five years had passed since the last monster had come to town. That was about to change.

Lucy and Randy had earned their training fangs at age thirteen (meaning Lucy had gotten them four years ago, and Randy had only earned his a few months before). They wouldn't get their real fangs until age eighteen at the earliest; their mother had received her's at age nineteen, and their father hadn't gotten his until he was twenty-one.

Randy spotted the monster this time. She was a woman in her late twenties and all around mean. Rebecca Dorson hated all people, especially kids; she had hair black as night and a beautiful face, but it was always pulled into an angry, unpleasant scowl. She could've passed for a teenager if you were just looking at her appearance; in fact, Randy and Lucy had been surprised to find out that she was actually twenty-nine.

Randy had gone to her house on a dare. His friend would pay him ten dollars if he rang the doorbell and got away before she saw him; hardly anyone was daring enough to approach her house, so the dare may sound simple, but it was far from it.

Randy crept around the side of the house and peaked in through the window; he didn't want to ring the doorbell if she was right inside. She'd get to the door before he could reach the safety of the woods on the other side of the street.

She was in the first room.

Dang it, Randy thought. Looks like he'd have to wait a little longer to get that ten bucks.

But then, he saw what she was doing.

A cauldron rested on a table with a dark purple table cloth, and she was stirring it, whispering under her breath as it bubbled and smoked, pouring green steam into the room.

She muttered something he couldn't hear through the glass window and waved a stick in the air (a wand, a small voice in the back of his head corrected).

Immediately, her good looks melted away. Her black hair became a dirty white color, and her back hunched over. Wrinkles stretched across her skin, and her feet grew until they were almost as long as Randy's forearm; her toes were jagged and a disgusting brown color, as well her fingernails. Her body was incredibly bony; her arms were as thin as a stick and looked about as breakable. Her dark brown eyes became almost black.

"That's better!" she exclaimed in a crackling voice, one that Randy could hear through the glass and was torture for his poor ears.

Another monster had moved in right down the street.

Randy bolted for his house, tripping over bushes and abandoned toys and the uneven sidewalk before he finally burst through his front door to find his mother and sister sitting on the couch and his father reading the newspaper in his arm chair.

They looked up at his abrupt entrance.

Randy panted, exhausted from his run. "Monster," he whispered, and they knew the message he was trying to communicate. Their eyes widened.

You could've heard a pin drop.

"It was so nice of you to invite me over for dinner," Ms. Dorson said, flatly, as she entered their house.

"We should've done this much sooner," Mrs. Dark told her. "After all, you are new to the neighborhood."

"What's for dinner?" the woman asked, glancing at the empty table.

"Well, it was meant to be a surprise," Randy stated as their parents nodded at them in permission.

"But since you asked," Lucy continued.

"You are!" they cackled.

Mrs. Dorson blinked. "What?"

Lucy and Randy felt their fangs grow rapidly, sticking out of their mouths in two jagged, pristine white fangs.

The woman begged for her life, but she was a monster, and they couldn't risk her exposing their family.

Lucy and Randy's first meal came to an end soon after, and their parents beamed at them in pride.

Lucy and Randy may be different from the rest of you, but there are perks of being a monster. Strong teeth, faster than average speed, sometimes even heightened senses and strength. They may see things different, but they still live a good life and do what they have to to maintain their good life, to survive. Being a monster doesn't automatically make them evil.

Being different isn't always a bad thing, after all.

And that concludes chapter 5! Thanks for reading!