A/N: I'm aware that the picture is another Creepypasta. But that is similar to Shade.
Shade Pov
An evening out killing instead of caring for Harry was exactly what I had needed. I had decided that about ten minutes ago. Now I wanted nothing more than to hurry home as fast as I could, scoop him up, and play whatever he wanted. So I was working on getting home. Hearing "my" child screech, I shifted into his room.
Jeff Pov
I smiled at a house that was completely black. A little boy was sitting at a window, looking out like he was waiting for someone or something. He looked....sad. Or lonely. I could make him smile. I smiled, picked the lock, and started going upstairs. I opened the door to the kid's room.
No pov
The small eight year old sitting at the window was completely unaware of the killer standing mere feet behind him. "Go to sleep!" His head swerved to see who had yelled and he screamed. Shade was standing between them mere moments later. "Might I ask who you are? And why you are in my house, frightening my charge?" Shade was quite clearly pissed. Jeff eyed Shade a moment, trying to decide if it was worth attacking him. Shade tapped his foot and drew his razor. "If you want to fight hurry up and make up your mind. Aww...it's so cute that you think you could beat a shadow creature." Jeff didn't know what the hell a shadow creature was, and was pretty sure he didn't want to find out what one could do. After making this rather wise decision he made a run for it and Shade did what he had planned and played with his small charge. All was how it should be.
