Child Abuse

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Challenge #01455-C360: Monster?

Large scary demonic creature and the tiny child that keeps putting flower crowns on it. -- Anon Guest

[AN: I wish I knew what the writing in the comic said, but I shall do my best]

I am the thing that bumps in the night. I am fear incarnate. I am terror. I am the fate that waits for bad children. I am a monster in the dark. I am... Nightmare.

For untold centuries, I grew strong on the fears of children. I knew nothing better. I preyed on those who wandered too far. I devoured those who strayed from the beaten path.

Life... was. It was neither good nor bad. I had no experience of such things. Not until I met Daisy.

She wore a white hoodie made for someone much taller than her. On her, it was a dress, and the long sleeves had been rudely cut so that her hands peeked out of them. Her legs were caked over with black mud from the forest floor, and she was picking flowers.

I showed myself in the usual way, but she was not concerned. She kept humming an aimless song to herself and picking summer flowers.

"Fear me," I said.


"Because I am a monster."

"You're not a monster," said Daisy, and kept harvesting blossoms. Some, she wove into a chain. Others, she placed in the large pocket in her hoodie's front.

I had never met such a child. "Fear me!" I demanded, picking her up and shaking her. "I am your death!"

"You're not scary," she said and offered me a posy from her pocket. "Want to be friends?"

Friends? I did not know the word. "I want to eat," I growled. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

She linked her chain of flowers into a loop and placed it on my head. "You're not as scary as Unca Rob."

It was the first gift I had ever received. The first kindness I had ever known. That sort of thing is meant to kill monsters... and yet, I did not die.

My grip on her gentled. I put her down. "Why did you do that?"

"You're lonely. I'm lonely, too. Are we friends, now?"

She told me about her 'uncle'. A man who had married her mother after her father died, and who kept her now that her mother had died, too. Well, he said he kept her. She never got new clothes and always got new bruises and sometime, her 'uncle' would come into her bed and hurt her in other places.

I felt a new hunger, then. And... hatred.

"Do you want bad things to happen to your uncle?" I asked. "I could be his monster..."

"Don't eat him all up, he's all I have," said Daisy.

She was... nice to me. She was... my friend. I felt I owed her something... nice... in return.

Foreign words and foreign feelings driving me, I became her other guardian. Every time Uncle Rob came into her bedroom at night, he would find me there, and I would feast on his fear. Every time he hurt her, I would follow him until he swore to never do it again. Every time he wanted to buy liquor instead of good things, he would see me in any reflective surface.

I am good at what I do.

And what I do now is... I eat monsters. More often, I eat monstrousness, but the result is the same. And I am very well fed.

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