Alright hello again it is I! Anywho this story will be a bunch of stories based on prompts posted on Tumblr I'll put the post of the prompt at the top of the chapter so you know! I hope you enjoy it!
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-just a quick note this will be a lot different then the story that was originally written under the first post, if you haven't read it, it's really good-
Jason flannis, 1800 Lewis Avenue was sacred of nothing. I had sent every monster available in my department and every single one came back and quit, they had no clue why he wasn't scared, he wouldn't scream wouldn't cry, nothing. So tonight it was my turn, a chance to see what was so peculiar about Jason. At 10:30 Jason finally went to bed, a small twin bed with dark blue sheets. I could hear him fidgeting, I slide and arm up and quickly grab his arm, not enough to hurt just to let him know I'm there, but he slaps my hand and turns the other way. I can feel irritation build up so I give it another go this time squeezing harder, I feel a low growl escape my lips really amping up my fear factor but he try's to rip my hand off and rolls on his back. I slither our from under neath the bed to grab him by the arms but I pause, somethings off about his eyes. I can't remember anything about his case file about being traumatized but maybe I didn't go back far enough. He looks shocked but not scared not scared at all. I want to see what he saw, my mind is whirring, I reach out to hold his chin and once I make contract I can feel myself inside his mind, looking at memories searching for just one anything that could make him so, so lifeless. I may be the monster, but this kid really gave me the creeps. It wasn't hard I found it easily, I watched blood drain down walls, things shinning in pale moon light. I could see through Jason's eyes as two people died, one violently thrashing, the other comforting Jason with tiny whispers. I can feel myself retract from his memories. When I return to consciousness I can feel something wet on my hand, tears. Jason looks up at me. I slither around him and hold him tight. I don't try to scare Jason anymore, I try to heal him.
