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What happened to the monster that lives under the bed when you’re a kid?
What happened to the monster that lives under the bed when you’re a kid?
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I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
He got buried in cum stained tissues when I got a little older.
We still hang out on occasion, he’s really not a bad guy. Just misunderstood really
My cat ate it. I feel bad for that spider
He suffocated when I stuffed all my shit under there and told my mom I was done cleaning my room.
he moved out, got a job working graveyard shifts at the wendy’s in the next town over.
still there but now old and tired so dont try to grab me every night
Dog ate it
We’re married now with 5 demon kids
Mom killed him.
He’s your manager.
He and I merged to create a whole new kind of monster, as my exs can tell you.
It wanted to start a family so it moved out to a double bed.
My dad threw him off of the roof.
It was kicked out by the mounds of junk and garbage I had under there. Or killed in the various avalanches of junk under there.
they turned into an irs agent
tried bitting my toes so when I got older I hung my butt over the side of the bed and well he has a restraining order against me now
Got evicted…that mf wasn’t payin rent
Its you. You are the monster.
It consumed me. It was always symbolic for what I hated the most in the world. Now, it’s what I’ve become
He works at Circle K. Had a few kids. Turned it around. Good dude
He wasn’t paying rent and the stuff in this life isn’t free, he’s now living under a bridge
Turned out to be the family cat. I now have 3 monsters under my bed.
He used to try and scare me for years but then in 2001 he just stopped. Maybe I just got too old to be scared of him, or maybe he went out one night and couldn’t find his way back, or maybe his company found out that laughter was a more efficient way of generating electricity than screams and he swapped for a kid with a better sense of humour. I just don’t know
He grew up (these kinds of monsters do it really fast), had some children and told them to run the biggest countries in the world by being presidents. Now he’s taking the pills and watches on TV how his kiddies are destroying the planet.
He turned my would-be girlfriends into bitter dried-up shells that hate men.