Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)

N X Mark (ROMANTIC) [TRUE ENDING]

Never seen this kind of request in any of the TMC request books I've seen so far, thanks for the unique suggestion, XenoJenga on WATTPAD! :D (Sorry it's short btw ;_;)

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It was one of those scary nights for Mark Heathcliff. 

Cold, dark, and quiet, with dangers like monsters, ghosts, whatever that could be hiding in places Mark couldn't see. The four year old had already encountered... Him, the man in the shadows and smiling faces a few days ago. He didn't know what happened next: he remember the whooshing of wind as he fell... and fell asleep? 

When he had woken up the man in the black was gone.

But that didn't mean young Mark was ready to face another entity yet again. Tonight, he was scared of the monsters in the mirrors, the closet, underneath his bed, pure white eyes staring back at him. His daddy forgot to tuck him in bed again, and check for those monsters and tell them to go away. He was also very thirsty and kept hearing voices in his head, so he had no choice but to go downstairs for some water.

However, that also meant he had to go by the dark room by the stairs again.

But did he have any other choice though...?

No.

Mark crept downstairs quietly, a fluffy blanket over his shoulders from the biting cold. He really hoped there weren't any of those weird people today, they were scary and weird. Mark shivered in fear as he walked by the dark room by the stairs, past by--

....!!

Something was there, in the door that lead to shadows!

Something...

Stared back at him.

Two pairs of white eyes with pitch black pupils, staring at Mark's own brown eyes, wide with fear. A faceless man who had his head tilted, tall and imposing and-and-!

Mark screamed, loud, and ran back up, stumbling on the steps, and then hid in his bedroom for the rest of the night, unable to sleep. Hearing the knocking in the closet and the breathing underneath his bed, and feeling himself being watched at. He tucked himself in bed closer, breathing heavily in fear and paranoia, and hearing whispers of the same many voices he always heard, he spent the rest of the night crying instead, nothing to do and helpless.

The entity had only but watched after the little boy run away from him in fear with eyes of curiosity.

. . . . .

Mark saw the same shadow monster looming over his bed ever since, every single night, without absence.

A vaguely human yet such inhumane silhouette, with those intense eyes that glowed in the dark, watched over Mark every single night. In daylight the thing disappeared, but Mark was still convinced that the thing followed him everywhere. He could feel watching eyes burn at the back of his neck, he always felt fidgety and nervous. Nightmares always reoccurred because of that unknown entity, but no matter how frequent they were, and the visits the thing made, Mark could never get used to it. 

As years passed by, Mark got the chances and the bravery to interact with the being. They got to know each other, and they were actually on good terms. Mark learned that the being's name was N: who was assigned by his True Savior to kill Mark and his family, but had decided to protect them instead. He was a quiet fellow, who was mostly silent, but when he spoke he whispered words. Barely. He usually preferred to wear a white t-shirt, and black joggers and walked on bare feet, no matter where he went.