"Messy, you my Orange Soda shorty."
A girl dreams of a boy who tastes just like her favorite fruit and shortly becomes determined to draw him away from the demons that lurk under his bed. Unbeknownst to her, that same scarily accurate sense of hers...
"I'M FRIENDS WITH THE MONSTER THATS UNDER MY BED. GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD. YOU TRYING TO SAVE ME, STOP HOLDING YOUR BREATH. AND YOU THINK I'M CRAZY."
— RIHANNA. | MONSTER
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Usually, it's very difficult for teens to pinpoint exactly where their illnesses came from and when they started taking shape. Some discover them through brain tests and studying their family genes and/or chromosomes. Others discover them through trauma they can't seem to remember through their mind, but their physical body. It was a very touchy subject, and, thanks to growing ethics in the scientific research world, it was almost impossible to make a complete case or a 100% scientific fact. It was already difficult enough getting a diagnosis with parents who refused to believe you, so most teenagers compressed their fears and dealt with whatever vicious, bloody war took place in their nightmares.
A duel that guaranteed absolute death—demons versus vulnerable teenagers. To live, or to die? To suffer, or to suicide?
Which side do you think won millions of times over?
Kuroo, contrary to many teens his age, can pinpoint exactly when and where the demons started infiltrating his safe space. His interest in science peaked thanks to a study of mental illnesses he did way back when, not suspecting that he'd end up with the same illness, especially since he had such a vast understanding of the chemicals involved.
Memorized words in a textbook meant nothing compared to the real-life visual of death himself looming over the edge of your bed, carrying prophecies and promises if you listened to what the shadow man had to say.
Kuroo grew up hearing the myth of the shadow man—a silhouette that murdered human beings but left the owner of the bed it slept under alive. Being the science enthusiast Kuroo was, he believed not one word of the myth, for the space under his bed wasn't even wide enough for a cat to fit under.
It was the day he arose in the middle of the night, three weeks ago, did he finally believe in the 'myth'. The boy was paralyzed at the sight of a shadow crawling from underneath his bed, taking stance at the edge of his bed with a sinister smile adorning it's face.
Every night since then, it's been edging closer and closer to the boy, until it stared him down right next to his face 'till you could feel the piping, acidic breath of a savage beast. He could only visibly identify flickers of the shadow, never being able to catch a full glance until just last night.
