How I Got Caught Stealing Monsters: Difference between revisions

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The page said, which I would have read if I hadn’thadn't thrown the paper into a fire, “I"I had a bad dream where I was dreaming but woke up and my door was open even though I closed it, or at least I did in my dream. So I dragged myself under the blankets to shake and cry in fear so I could fall asleep instead of closing the door. I was worried that there was an 8-foot tall monster with purple eyes and brown shoes staring at me outside my door. I peeked out from my armor of thin sheet and didn’tdidn't see a monster.”"

Oh wait, that was my story. I’llI'll  continue.

I wiped the sweat off my brow, eyelids, and eyeballs, and jumped back into my bed totally excited for sleep and snoring like I’veI've never been excited before.

“OH"OH no! He’sHe's going to eat me! I’mI'm going to be eaten!”" I screamed, running away in fear.

“I’m"I'm going to eat you! RAWR!”" Said the big-monster.

I jumped out of bed and we ran circles around it for a few minutes until I said, “STOP"STOP BEAST!”"

“You"You don’tdon't have to eat me! We can be friends forever!”"

“Sniff…"Sniff... really?”"

“Oh"Oh, that’sthat's so nice…nice... No one’sone's ever wanted to be my friend before!”"

“Aww"Aww, you big lug of a beast,”" I patted his paw.

He wouldn’twouldn't know my scheme. None of them ever knew. Night after night, I had drawn monster after monster into a false illusion of security. It was simple, really. Spending hours at a time searching, studying, and following the directions of hundreds of “rituals”"rituals" where I would draw these foul beasts into my dimension, and I’dI'd narrow down my choices of rituals. The rituals I use now are the ones I found easiest and the quickest to carry out. It’sIt's all about efficiency, especially in my business.

The simplest and quickest ritual was an obscure one, but proved effective. I only had to knock 6 times on a mirror, do the chicken dance while twirling in a clockwise motion while my eyes remained closed (if I opened them I WOULD DIE) while gently humming like a bee, and repeating this three times. Oh, it had to be done before midnight, but anytime before. Also, all your toilet covers had to be closed and you must be wearing fake antlers. After a while, I realized that the only common theme of these rituals is how hilarious you act. The more hilarious, the higher the success rate. I once saw a spirit of some sort in the corner of my room videotaping me with a translucent “spirit”"spirit" camera as I jumped from foot to foot calling out to a monster named Jabboof to reveal itself while I was half-naked and wore hundreds of rubber bands around my arms. Huh. I was so angry. Anyways, I'm getting off track. Then you had to open your bedroom door and lie in bed and pretend to be trying to sleep. You will feel something cold in your right hand and you will lift it to your face to find a toaster. There’sThere's a burnt, moldy paper inside. You take the paper and read the first three lines, but throw it away in horror at the memory of these ritual instructions. A fire will suddenly appear in order to burn it. You remember that the instructions tell you that the paper describes a boy telling his story. You remember it’sit's describing your story, and continue narrating yourself in your head because everyone always does.

“Dundundidundundidundundun"Dundundidundundidundundun, doo dee, doo dee, du du du doo dee…dee... Hornhornhornhorn, doo dee, doo dee, du du du doo dee…dee... Hornhorn, hornhorn, horn.”"

It was a song that rustled up my indignation and perpetual inner conflicts. I looked out, and in the distance were a man and woman bizarrely dancing in front of a white brick wall…wall... or was it a chain link fence? Wait, where’dwhere'd that disco-ball come from?

“We’re"We're no strangers to luuurrve…luuurrve... You know the rules, and so do IIIII!! A full commitment’scommitment's what I’mI'm thinking of, you wouldn’twouldn't get this from any other guuuyyy!!!”"

“I"I just wanna tell you how I’mI'm feeling, gotta make you understand!!”"

“Never"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and dessert you!!”"

“Always"Always gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, always gonna tell a lie and hurt you!!!”"

I thought, “Wait"Wait a minute…”minute..."

The song continued with more strange lyrics like, “Your"Your body’sbody's been aching, but you’reyou're too scared to say it”it" and, “And"And if you ask for your release then, I’llI'll make you too blind to run free.”"

“Woah…”"Woah..." I said. I started shaking in fear. The two dancers continued twirling and doing a grandpa-style dance in the distance.

“Never"Never gonna give you up, always gonna tear you down, always gonna run around and convert you!”"

“Your"Your real name’sname's not Jackie…”Jackie..." It hesitantly slurred.

“Yeah"Yeah,”" I answered simply, my game then shown for what it was.

“And"And you were trying to kidnap me, weren’tweren't you…you...?" It asked in disbelief.

“Yeah"Yeah, I was. I would’vewould've gotten away with it if it weren’tweren't for those meddling rickrolls!”"