·TomTord shorts·

°Monster°

Art by: arrielroseart1
Source: Instagram

Story by: accio.maraudering
Same story. The names and small added details to the story is the only thing that changed.
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Thomas Night. Or, as he perfers, Tom. Tom is in charge of assaigning every five to eighteen year olds on Earth a monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him to quit. Tom decided to assign himself.

Tom's pov

I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Tord Laurens has quit, every last one. His first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with him for four years, and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to him. He came back crying! I look at my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, Mrs.Laurens tucks in Tord's little brother Leo; I slither into the space beneath Tord's bed

Across the room underneathe Leo's bed is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creel kind of monster. I turn my attention the the bed above me, Tord is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. "I'm not afraid of you monster!" He whispers, but his voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall showing 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath above me. A few minutes go by and I can hear Stewart Laurens yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs and loud panting breaths, Tord scrambles off the bed and...

He. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. "Move. Over!" The teen hisses at me. I do as I was told. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside.

I know why Tord isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of his own. Stewart reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it so that he doesn't reach Tord. He starts to pull, I slither out. "What the..." I cut Stewarts next words off by transforming to my 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face.

"If you ever touch, scare, or harm my kid again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him. As Stewart runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Tord from under the bed, tuck him back under the covers and kiss his forehead goodnight. "I'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling."

Tord Laurens was my kid, I was the monster under his bed.
Now, I am his protector, and he is my light in the darkness.

My goal for every story is 1,000+ words and this one only has 500 something. You'll see the total amount of words if you go to the bottom or read after this. It's short, yes, but I enjoyed this story a lot and really wanted to write it so, here you go!

This is not my story. I said it in the beginning and I'll say it in the end.

~595 words~