There’s a monster in the woods at the edge of town, so be caref-
You’ve seen it?
Big, hairy thing with razor claw- oh no, that’s just Jeff, he runs the bakery on Bard street.
Monsters.
Monsters everywhere.
Fur and fangs and claws and the imitation of human faces. The mockery of human bodies.
He fetched up in an alley off the main street. He’d given up on holding back tears. This place was too strange. Too frightening.
He had just enough time to swallow his pounding heart again and catch his breath before he became aware of just where he was hiding.
It wasn’t a bundle of garden cuttings.
It was a nest.
And the lumpen shape on top was the slumbering creature who owned it.
The most terrifying part was the reality of it all. The smell of a bird that was more closely related to the dinosaurs than any other avian in his experience.
The hands were scaly and rough, just like a bird’s. He had no doubt that the legs would be the same. Only the feathers were the friendly yellow he remembered from too long ago.
But those were puppets.
This was… too real.
The snoring stopped. The beady eyes of the big bird were focussed in his direction.
“Are you scared of the dark, too?”
Fuck.
He instinctively backed away, and found his shoulders meeting with a corner.
He cursed all the times he’d wished to be here. He cursed every idle daydream of going. Because now he was here, all he wanted to do was get out.
He had to get out of Sesame Street.
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