the monster beneath your bed

don't run away, you'll get hurt

Mr. Reynolds frowned as he looked at the report Vincent had submitted concerning the recent incident between Aspen and Nolan, and it was rather concerning after what Jordan had told him about his conversation with Aspen. "He seemed different, and I have a feeling that it isn't a good thing" the blonde had said, voice low and words carefully chosen to send a shiver down his spine.

The mammal had pulled up the security footage of the conversation, and he must admit that he agreed with Jordan's sentiment. Something had deeply changed within the first year, and Mr. Reynolds had a feeling as to what it was.

"Of course you know," the little voice whispered. "After all, he is so like us, is he not?"

Mr. Reynolds grimaced as he ran a hand over his scar. Perhaps he should meddle in this, to save Aspen some trouble down the line.

"He'll be so destructive, so fucked in the head. I must confess- he's the one you should be scared of."

Mr. Reynolds laughed to himself. "I am not afraid of monsters beneath my bed," he said softly to himself as he rewound the footage. "I'm more terrified of the ones inside my head."

don't run away

No matter what you do, your eyes tremble as you watch him approach. It's thrilling, for some reason, and as the distance between the two of you closes ever so slowly, you see a red sun at dawn. With a lack of bad intention he walks, like a dancer in the darkness he moves.

He grips the side of your head and murmurs, "You might wander around here and there."

As he steps away you hear the words, "Close your eyes, I'll count to three- maybe come and find me." It sends a shiver through your spine as he walks over your grave, leaving you paralyzed as you sleep. A pair of scissors cuts your string, leaving you alone to collapse to the group like the broken puppet you are.

you'll get hurt

Aspen frowned as he looked down at his detention form, the incident listed as well as the participants. "Stop frowning as if I stabbed you," was whispered in his ear, the words reverberating throughout his skull. "Although that would set a thrill on the tip of my tongue, I don't suppose I can stab you from my little box up here, now can I?"

"No, you cannot," Aspen said to himself quietly, and watched as Mr. Angeline's eyes flicked up from the papers he was grading.

"What was that?" The man asked, blinking slowly when Aspen simply hummed in response.

Silence settled over the two, remaining unbroken for the majority of Aspen's detention period.

don't run away, you'll get hurt

A smile pulled at his lips as a sharp giggle fell from his mouth. "It seems like we've become a truly twisted child, doesn't it."