[ WP ] The Monster Under the Bed has fallen in love with their Child Above the Bed .

Bartholomew looked over the room, waiting. They probably wouldnt show up tonight, but it never hurt to be carefull. He listened to the sounds of the house to pass the time. He heard the groaning pipes and the creacking floor boards. These sounds made a song that only Bartholomew heard. 
 
 `` We re coming tonight Bartholomew. And we ll show you what real monsters can do.'' These words echoed in his head disturping the song of the house. He heard a whimper from above the bed. He slid out from under the bed and looked at the child. He had kicked off the blankets and had a pained expression on his face from a nightmare Bartholmew coulnd t see. 
 
 Sometimes the child got nightmares, but tonight it was a troubling sign. 
 He carefully pulled the blanket back up and smoothed out his hair. Barthomew thought about how all this started. 
 
 It was about 3 years ago and this was Bartholomews first Scare. He was under the bed, waiting for the child to fall asleep when he dozed off himself. he awoke with a start and hit his head on the bed with a loud thump. 
 
 `` hello?'' A small voice called out into the darkness. Bartholomew held his breath, not daring to move. He heard movement on top of the bed and saw a small hand with something in it reach down. he recoiled from the hand and it left something on the floor. He reached for the lump and pulled it back under the bed with him. 
 
 He heard a gasp from the bed above. He brought the lump close to his eyes and saw that it was a heel of bread. They werent allowed to have human food, but the bread smelled amazing. He ate it quickly and belched. He heard laughter from above the bed. 
 
 `` If youre hungrey, i can get you more tommorow night. Moms making meatloaf.'' And that is how it went. the child would bring him scraps of food every night, and Bartholomew woudl watch over his room at night. 
 
 It was a pretty good deal, until one night the childs mom found out he was putting food under his bed everynight. She said Bartholomew was imaginary. They argued and the child got grounded and that was the end of that. The child stopped bringin him food, but Bartholomew didnt stop looking out for him. He knew about the other monsters and he knew that if he stopped haunting under the bed another monster was going to replace him. 
 
 A Creek from the closet door interupted his thoughts. He could hear cackling from the closet and knew that the other monsters were here. He turned to face the closet, keeping himself between it and the child. He couldnt see their faces but he could see their glowing eyes and shining teeth. 
 
 `` Whats the matter Bartholomew? Did you hear a scary noise? Something go bump in the night?'' more cackiling. 
 
 `` Yea when are you gon na eat the kid huh?'' a second voice called out. 
 
 `` Mabye hes got a bad stomach from eating too much human food.'' The third voice answerd. the first voice spoke again. 
 
 `` Well then i guess we re just gon na have to eat him.'' Bartholomews eyes narrowed. 
 
 `` Leave. This is my scare and there is nothing for you here.'' he started a low growl. this brought fresh laughter fromt he closet. 
 
 `` Whoa save that growl for the kids Bartholomew. We aint gon na hurt him.'' The second voice said. 
 
 `` We told the boss about your little pet. we re just here to watch the show.'' The first voice said. Bartholomew felt a jolt of fear run down his back. 
 
 `` The Big Bad.'' he whisperd and turned back to the child. he had kicked off the blankets again and was twisting and turning. Bartholomew wiped the sweat of the childs forehead. 
 
 He heard something slide across the floor and he turned and stomped on the claw that was going for his ankle. He heard a shreek from the closet and the claw slinked back. He ran over the closet and shut the door. He could still hear laughter from the otherside of the closet and a muffled voice. 
 
 `` You cant watch him all night Bartholomew. You re gon na slip up sometime.'' Then the voices retreated. it was quit agian in the room, except for the child whimpering. he walked back to him and looked him over. This was bad. He couldnt fight The Big Bad, that was a battle the child was going to have to fight alone. 
 
 he looked around the room, checking the closet and under the bed. He could still fight the other monsters though and they would be back, and this time not just to chat. he looked back at the child and saw his pained expression. This was going to be a long night.
