What if one night you woke up from a nightmare and turned to hug your teddy bear, but instead it was sitting and grinning?
Not just a smile, mind, but an unholy gaping maw of needle thin teeth, with glittering bead black eyes above it?
Not moving, just siting there grinning at you as blood, your blood, dripped down its fangs.
What if your teddy bear fed off your nightmares?
And what if, as you were frozen staring at it, watching it stare back, you heard a creak and watched as something huge and black and smokey-slimy slithered out from under your bed,
and you could only watch as it crouched and hissed and turned it’s huge glowing red orbs of eyes… Onto the teddy bear.
What if one night, just one, you were awake to watch them fight? You finally understood those bruises you’d never been able to explain.
You understood why your teddy bear ended up halfway across the room. You understood why you woke up feeling like you hadn't slept at all.
And as you watched them rear and fight and move like snapshots or dancing shadows in a strobe light, with the monster finally pinning and forcing your teddy bear into submission, you understood.
The monster under the bed is there to protect its human child.