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Who: Lil Mello, Anya, and Ed
When: Now
Where: Near the school
Rating: No idea
Warnings: MONSTERS
Summary: Little Mello is about to crap his pants, monsters are stalking him.
It had to be the blood on his scrapped knee attracting the monsters. Had Mello known there would be monsters in this place, maybe he wouldn't have tried to climb up that tree to see where he was. No, he would have rethought that, knowing the risk that he could have fallen in the first place. Now he sat under the terminal, knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped around them. The voice was still on, so he could still talk to people, once in a while he would look out from under. But every time he did, he found that the monster came back.
He was scared, tears running down his face. Not once in his six years of being alive had he even remotely seen anything of that type. Only in his nightmares, in horror movies around Halloween time, and sometimes, the older kids at Wammy's would dress up like that for Halloween. But never so real, never so scary. Whimpering against the hand over his mouth, he hoped one of the adults he got in contact with, would be there soon.
The monster suddenly dipped it's head down, drool leaking out of it's mouth on to the ground. It was sniffing for Mello, he could see the row of sharp white teeth pointing out of its mouth. A little gasp lifted from his lips, trying his best to be brave.
When: Now
Where: Near the school
Rating: No idea
Warnings: MONSTERS
Summary: Little Mello is about to crap his pants, monsters are stalking him.
It had to be the blood on his scrapped knee attracting the monsters. Had Mello known there would be monsters in this place, maybe he wouldn't have tried to climb up that tree to see where he was. No, he would have rethought that, knowing the risk that he could have fallen in the first place. Now he sat under the terminal, knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped around them. The voice was still on, so he could still talk to people, once in a while he would look out from under. But every time he did, he found that the monster came back.
He was scared, tears running down his face. Not once in his six years of being alive had he even remotely seen anything of that type. Only in his nightmares, in horror movies around Halloween time, and sometimes, the older kids at Wammy's would dress up like that for Halloween. But never so real, never so scary. Whimpering against the hand over his mouth, he hoped one of the adults he got in contact with, would be there soon.
The monster suddenly dipped it's head down, drool leaking out of it's mouth on to the ground. It was sniffing for Mello, he could see the row of sharp white teeth pointing out of its mouth. A little gasp lifted from his lips, trying his best to be brave.