Monsters are scary things. They're told to children in stories to make them behave a certain way and if they don't, then the monster would come. Sometimes it would kidnap them. Sometimes it would eat them. Sometimes their family would be punished for their sins. No matter the story, one theme is always the same. Monsters are meant to be feared.
I don't remember when I started rooting for the Monsters. Maybe it was after the masks worn by humanity began to Crack. Maybe it was when my own heart started to splinter. Maybe it was when I gave up the fight for what's good and let that starving black wolf devour the white. I don't know if it matters to my story or not. It's not like I'm trying to go back and change a critical point in my life's decisions. I could have just been born this way. . But ya know. . Sometimes that little white wolf lets out a whimper and BAM! The fucking feels. The reminders of what was. Who I had been. Did that person also hate the world? It seems so long ago. Distant. A whole other world. Oh well. I hate it now. I hate it so much. Crunch, crunch. Click, click. Crunch. The sound of a controller's buttons being tapped repeatedly was interrupted only by the crunch of pocky as it was devoured by the little monster. Her actions were thoughtless as her hands reacted to what her eyes perceived on the screen. At some point, she'd even become numb to these games she enjoyed. Now they more or less filled the void of time. What else was she going to do with it? Go outside? Pfft.. yeah right. There were people out there. Leaving the controller on the floor she rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms out over her head, digging her heels into the floor while arching upward. "Nnnggghh!!" What time was it? Scratching her belly from beneath her hoodie she padded over to the window and peeked the curtain open. It was mostly dark but looked as if light might be getting ready to break on the horizon. "Geh... the roaches will be swarming soon" She was quick to drop the curtain and go back to the cozy sanctuary she'd built. This room was her world. As long as she didn't think too much, she could pretend that nothing else existed. Yeah, living was a burden. People thought this world was some sort of great thing, but she just didn't get it. It was the literal definition of hell. There was so much pain and if she wasn't careful it would coil its filthy tendrils around her heart and squeeze out every bit of joy she struggled to maintain. ".Aaaahhhh!" She thrashed her hands through her hair upon realizing she was doing just that! "Fack!" She huffed her way to her room and threw herself into bed. Sleep was sweet when it finally chose to come.
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