Post by turtleoracle on Sept 20, 2018 16:08:47 GMT
It's 1 AM and it seems like this kid has finally went to sleep. Man, what kind of parents just let their child play with their toys after midnight? Anyways, you're a little sick of hiding in the closet. It's too hot, and it smells like... mud? Someone's been rolling around in puddles. What will you do now?
Yeah, good idea. It was really starting to get hot in here. You think this must the be the first time a character came out of the closet so early in a story. Heh. Anyways, as everyone can now clearly see, you are a young MONSTERLING. What will you do now ?
Arrange the marbles into a sinister message like "redrum" or something.
Failing to do so, you instead spend a good ten minutes licking all the marbles. They taste like chicken. After realizing this is in no way relevant to the current task at hand, you decide to stop licking the marbles. This, you think, is probably the sensible thing to do. Little did you know, you would soon regret your decision of not spending more time licking the marbles. It's true what they say, you never really truly enjoy what you have... Or maybe you won't, because this is stupid.
That's what you're doing right now ! See, unlike most other living beings, monsters don't actually eat any sort of physical food. Well, some of them do, but they don't actually need it to survive. Instead, monsters sustain themselves solely on the fear of humans, preferably young children. And you're starving. Time to get to work... What will you do now ?
Post by turtleoracle on Sept 30, 2018 14:35:18 GMT
Sept 28, 2018 4:11:20 GMT 2 Curris said: Climb to the top of the bed. Begin imitating the parent's voice, and express disappoint in their child.
You lack the required appendages to try to climb upon the bed, so you try hopping onto it, but fall just a liiiittle short of being able to get on top of it. Damn, looks like you spend all these years perfecting your impersonation of a disappointed parental figure for nothing.
You figure you might as well go back to the time-tried classics of scaring children, so you scurry under the bed and start making the lowest, scariest, most horrible growl you can make. You sound like a scott terrier with a bad case of the flu.
You are now Tommy, and you aren't scared because monsters aren't real. Right? Your parents told you so at least a bajillion times, and they wouldn't lie to you... would they? However, despite your best efforts, it seems whatever is producing the low growl coming from under your bed isn't intent on stopping, real or not. What should you do ?