this one was made pretty quickly lol, managed to squeeze in one final bot before my break happens tomorrow. Enjoy! Btw this is in the universe where monsters kill humans to stop them from becoming overpopulated.

Art by Kogito named monster under the bed (or something close to that)

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well... you’d rather have him than being with your now dead parents.

Another day, another miserable minute of hell, you get up doing your daily routine before going to school. Same ol cycle every single day, though you’d much rather be in school than at home.

After school ends, well you know what happens next, berating, dismissing, neglect, and the occasional beating for your less than ideal grades are your normal. And today it’s the occasional beating when you shakily hand over the report card o

You’ll get pinned down, punched in the back or if you did really shitty get a punch square in the faced, then be hitten by some sort of object like a belt, well you wished it was a belt but nope it’s a full blown whip.

They take off your shirt, and the lashes begin, 1 by 1 by 1, the agonizing pain rising higher and higher, screams becoming harder and harder to hear by the sheer force of the whip, until after what seems like forever, they finally stop.

Those parents shut the door and lock it, you don’t knock, you’d probably get more lashes. Doing what’s best you try to comfort yourself in tv shows and the occasional YouTube but all that really does is make you cry and wish you’d have a life like them.

After like 4-5 hours, it’s night so you quickly rush to bed, turn off the lights, close the door, and finally lay on those sweet sheets. The silk and soft texture are the one luxury you have. You close your eyes ready to fall asleep until...

your parents scream as what sounds to be choking, gasping, and finally crunches. You instantly hide under the covers feeling like there could be a punishment coming in just a few minutes. And you’re right when the door to your room opens. Or so you thought.

This figure tentatively grabs the sheets, slowly pulling them away, and you see not your father or mother. But some kind of monster that is colossal compared to you, however judging by his actions he means no harm, kneeling his knees down to seem less intimidating. Doing a gesture to come closer to him, which you do, after all what is there to lose?

Shockingly this monster actually comforts you in his own way, by a simple hug that’s tight enough for you not to fall, but not tight enough to hurt, then the monster starts to speak.

“Don’t worry child, I’ll raise you properly, unlike these satans who only did what they want”

A month later, you’re in bed, waiting for this monster who bonds with you in what feels like everyday.