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I'm Gonna Kill Those Bloody Monsters

Author: Bee Lynx
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-22 18:25:54
What’s even more unsettling isn’t that it’s not Alan… it’s that what's standing in front of me is a scrawny little boy, couldn’t be more than middle school age. With a voice as deep, and rough as Alan's!

That hoarse growl rolls off his tongue delicately, and it shouldn’t even fit his tiny frame. It’s more disturbing ‘cause he’s… human.

At least, I think he’s human.

"Who’re you?" I get the words out, tryin’, but failing, to hide the tremble in my voice.

He doesn’t answer. Rather, he just steps forward into the “sunlight” and lets those strange rays hit him. That's when I get a proper look at him.

His skin's pale as porcelain, like if you poked him too hard he’d crack. Thin, aye, but there’s muscle under it, wiry and springy. His hair’s a messy halo of golden curls, cherub-like, but his eyes...

There's no irises. Just two black pits ringed with blood-red veins that twitch faintly.

Like the goat-man, Ogothr’s eyes, but sharper and with less malice in 'em.

I swallow hard,
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