Middle of the Week Motivation

I'm Friends with the Monster Under my Bed (Dark x Reader)

"Mooooom!" you scream, pulling the blankets over your head.

You hear the door swing open and feet dash across the carpet before feeling your bed shift from the new weight. You slowly pull the blanket off your head and look up at your mother, her eyes filled with kindness as she pulls you into her lap. "What's wrong sweetie?"

"I-I heard him under the bed."

"Him?"

You nod, further nestling into your mother's hold. "The Boogeyman. He wants to eat me," you whimper.

Your mother chuckles softly as she rubs your arm. "Honey, there's no such thing as the Boogeyman."

"But I heard him! I know I did!"

Your mother sighs as she lays you back down in bed, pulling the covers up to your chin and tucking you in. "Maybe he wants to help you."

"But Mom, the Boogeyman doesn't help people! He eats little kids while they sleep!"

You stare at the dark silhouette of your mother, the left side of her face barely illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the curtains. She sighs before leaning down and kissing your forehead. "The Boogeyman isn't going to eat you Y/n, I'll protect you. But remember, there's a possibility that he wants to help you."

You nod, wiggling slightly beneath the layers of blankets as to move yourself into a more comfortable position. "Goodnight Mom, I love you."

She stops and looks back at you, her hand on the doorknob. "Goodnight Y/n, I love you too."

She then pulls the door so it's only open a fraction of the way. You laid in bed, staring at the door as you listened for anymore sounds from beneath the bed. When you heard none you let out a sigh of relief, immediately regretting doing so when you heard a low chuckle at the end of your bed. "I'm still here Sweetheart."

You squeal and pull the covers over your head, your entire body quaking in fear as you listened to his airy laugh. "I'm not going to eat you, Y/n."

You sat up slowly, pulling the blankets off your head. "You're not?"

He shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "No. Tell me dear Y/n, did you ever think that there was a possibility that I want to help you? Protect you even?"

"N-no," you stuttered.

You catch a glimpse of his sharp teeth as he grins, which glint in the moonlight. He sits atop of the bedpost and runs a hand through his blood red hair. "Well, your mother is right. I'm here to help you."

"Why?"

He shrugs as he intertwined his fingers before placing them in his lap. "Because."

"Because isn't an answer," you say, slightly annoyed with his reply.

His teeth are once again visible as he grins at you. "Now you know how your mother feels when you say that to her."

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. "Well if you're going to help me, I should know your name."

The man's smile widens, which added to his unnaturally creepy look. "Just call me Dark."

You nod and watch as he slides off the bedpost. "Where are you going?"

"Under the bed, just reach down or call for me if you want something."

You nod, watching as he lowers himself out of view. "Wait, Dark?"

His head appears at the end of the bed. "Yes, my dear Y/n?"

"Can you tuck me in before you go?" you ask shyly.