The Void

Imagination

He's everywhere getting special treatment.
He's not someone you can see.
Almost nobody can see him in fact.
Nobody can hear or feel him either.
He's not actually there.
Is he a hallucination?
The safer idea is that he is a simple imaginary friend.
Or it should be the safer idea.
He's a cause of disaster.
One you don't want your child making up on their own.
It's not their fault.
It's the world for telling this child he exists.
He doesn't haunt their dreams.
He only gets at the others around the child.

He is a tall and slender cat. A black cat. He has no eyes.
He has no soul.
He has long and I mean long white whiskers.
They match his constant grin.
The tale of this horrifying cat named Avalanche.
Let me mention again the cat is black so this name literally makes no sense.
Not that cats that stand on two legs, have no eyes, and still manages to stare into your soul makes sense already.

Some would consider this cat the stuff of nightmares.
Others would consider this a beautiful sight of creativity and imagination. One worthy enough to hang up a picture of on the fridge.

Say if you wanted to get a cup of water, he's just gonna be there. Watching you get your cup of water. Judging you. Knowing your secrets like that you kicked the ice cube that fell under the fridge. He knows alot.
All he does is sit and watch.
Of course that's all he does he's just a drawing on a piece of paper.
It's not even a good piece of paper, it's the common lined paper.
He's not even drawn well either so why are you afraid?
He was made up by an eleven year old.
She has made many more of these characters but today she said she was making a really special one.
How could one be special compared to the abominations that the others are?
She says that every character she draws she has seen. They are always watching her.
This one she has only felt the presence of.
Even though he wasn't there, he was just as creepy as the rest.

Okay nevermind the way this story is being told isn't as cryptic as it should be. Maybe because these are the thoughts of that girl's 14 year old brother. Truth be told her drawings never bothered anyone except him.
He hated Avalanche and wished deeply he could burn up the piece of paper so that Alice could stop getting away with things.
Why was he the only one thinking responsibly?

Just last week Alice had burned down the backyard tree after stealing his lighter.
They never found that lighter.
She swore that it was Avalanche who did it.
And their father indulged in her stories.
No punishment for her.

This isn't fair.

The new character was created. Unlike the others he wasn't entirely drawn, a mixture of pictures glued together and then drawn over.

A picture stolen and printed of a black man in business attire. This man was a famous actor for childrens shows and she loved these shows.
But she covered his face with a gray box.
And she cut off his legs.
She loved him more than the rest.
She knew so many more facts about him.
Like that he would have rainbow blood,
And could fly using disks he could summon at will as steps.
He was more important to her than the rest.

Just another excuse.

She was dedicated to this one.

And now another abomination was hanging on the fridge.

Right next to Avalanche.

This was torture for the brother.

He needed a solution.

So the sister had gone missing.

The monsters had gone missing.