One of the best monsters is assigned a child’s bed to creep under, since all the other monsters say that child is “unscarable.” The monster arrived his first night, prepped and ready to take on this so-called challenge. The monster proceeds to do everything in their power to scare the kid, however the child doesn’t ever seemed bothered.
Upon giving up and asking why, the child replies that there is something much scarier to be worried about. That a supernatural being under their bed is tame in comparison.
Rules:
- Please have at least ok grammar. I get that sometimes people don’t— heck, I don’t most of the time— but please try.
- Please respond with actual content, I don’t want to have to keep the story going myself. Have your character act more than react.
- Have fun, buddy. It’s your rp as much as it is mine. Take it by the horns, derail it, smack it back on track, whatever you want.
I’ll get templates and that jazz out once someone joins :)
I will ask for a writing sample if I haven’t seen you around.
(Also, I would prefer to be the monster for this one, although I’m totally flexible).
(Absolutely! I think I’ve seen your writing before, but do you mind giving another sample? You can totally join, I just like knowing what I’m working alongside before the fact :)
("Alright, so I cleaned the counters, broomed and mopped the floor, and set the condiments right. Mind if I head out a bit early?" Lizzy asked. She was a high school senior that worked part time at the bakery and Freya had taken a liking to her. She stopped taking inventory and smiled at her. "Of course! Take a few treats if you want. I know your little brothers loves the lemon cake." She said, sliding a paper bag across the counter. Lizzy smiled and picked up some pastries, cakes, and cookies and put them in her bag before heading to the door. "See you early tomorrow!" She waved and pushed open the door, disappearing into the evening.)
(Not too long after Lizzy left, Freya had finished taking inventory and left a small list of instructions for Lizzy when she came in tomorrow. She grabbed a baggy of dog treats and a few cookies for herself before closing the lights and heading out. Freya shivered when the cool night air touched her bare shoulders. "Should have brought at least a cardigan." She mumbled, slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking down a narrow street to head to her apartment.)
(Freya turned her music off once she saw the building come into view and put her headphones her bag. She was almost across the parking lot when a strange low rumbling sound broke through the silence of the night. "The (can we curse?)" She swore, and grabbed onto the streetlight. Something was happening.)
(This is from a Rp I'm in right now. This is probably 2 hours old lol)
(Awesome, love your style of writing! Shall I go grab a character template? (Oh and forgot to ask, is it ok if I take the monster character?))
(Yep! I need to work on writing kids so this works out great!)
(Woo, perfect! I’ll go get the temps :)
Full Name:
Nickname(s):
Gender:
Age:
Species: (monster/human)
Physical Appearance:
Usual Apparel/Clothing:
Other Features: (this is a magic world, I’m assuming, so this includes appendages/articles as well)
Personality:
Mannerisms:
Mental Age:
Hobbies:
Background:
Family:
Pets:
Feel free to leave anything blank or tbd, I know it’s a pretty thick template lol
(Ugh I had her entire thing complete but I clicked back by accident, imma go cry)
Full Name: Sloghtfoot
Nickname(s): Sloght (pronounced Slot)
Gender: Male h/h
Age: 208
Species: Monster / Panthera leo devil
Physical Appearance: Sloght has a very feline or catlike appearance. He is something considered a panthera leo devil, aka, a lion-like demon. His body structure is vaguely lion-adjacent, although his ears are larger and pointier, his “fur” is a dark burgundy, and his front limbs are noticeably bigger than his hind limbs. His eyes are a milky white, and four horns, cracked and broken, adorn his head. His underbelly is a light peach cream color, as are the tips of his horns. He has many fangs and many claws, and although the almost vaguely cute appearance, he can be totally menacing when he wants to. Standing on four legs, he reaches about 3 feet, whereas standing on his hind legs, his height roughly doubles. (He’s hard to picture, but I’m planning on drawing him if you’re interested :)
Usual Apparel/Clothing: N/A
Other Features: His ears have many golden piercings and his tail is peppered with golden rings.
Personality: Calm, collected, noble, and protective. Sloght acts like a responsible being, although he can turn immediately like a light switch. He can have spurts of anger, where the cracks in his horns begin glowing, and his eyes are littered with fire. He is normally all talk, though, and will not actually hurt anything, just talk a big game. He lives for the threats and the fear he induces in humans, although if he grows attached, he gets very attached. He likes to keep things safe by his standards, but will use the excuse: “Nothing else can scare you because that’s my job.”
Mannerisms: Tries to speak elegantly / Flicks his left ear when he’s nervous, confused, or caught off-guard / Preens himself when he’s bored / Lashes his tail if he’s feeling angered or threatened
Mental Age: Very mature but can be childish and irrational when he wants to be.
Hobbies: Scaring young children… It’s not admirable, but it’s a hobby.
Background: (tbd)
Family: None
Pets: None
(Ugh I had her entire thing complete but I clicked back by accident, imma go cry)
oh that sucks I’m so sorry :[
(There. Also I love Sloght!! And sure if you were going to draw him, I'd love to see a picture!)
(Ah, thank you! And I absolutely love Izumi. They’re gonna be great together. Shall I get the starter up? (Probably tomorrow seeing as its pretty late atm))
(Sure, its midnight here so I'll be getting comfortable soon lol)
(Just going to smol bump this in case you can't find it :P)
(Sorry I had a busy morning. Let me get the starter up :)
Sloghtfoot gave a long sigh, clicking his claws on the tile ground. The small demon goblin in front of him gave a worried glance, twiddling his thumbs.
“S-sir,” the goblin squeaked, voice sharp. “We- er— we have a new job for you.”
“Let’s hear it,” Sloght murmured, his voice deep, echoing in almost a growl.
“There’s a small girl child? Who— whom the other members can’t seem to scare?” the goblin began, averting his eyes. His green ears drooped by the sides of his head, his big eyes complimenting them to add to the timid stature. “I was, um, I was wondering if you wanted to take the job? All the others quit.”
Sloght thought it over briefly, his left ear twitching back and forth. His eyes wandered along the room, then finally rested on the small figure before him.
“Sure,” he replied, nonchalantly. “I’ll take it. Only to prove that’s it’s possible. Then, I must get back to my other duties. Do we have a deal?”
“Y-Yes sir!” the goblin replied excitedly. “Understood. You begin tonight? In a few minutes? Yes?”
“Rodger that.” Sloght nodded, pushing himself to a stand. He brushed past the small goblin, leaving the demon teetering in his wake.
Sloght sauntered in the shadows down the side of the road, avoiding all streetlights. It was only until he saw the address of the little girl did he stop, take a moment to let out a purr, and slip away into the darkness.
He reappeared in the dim lighting of the house. It was late, so the child would probably be asleep by now, Sloght guessed. Carefully he crept his way to what appeared to be the kid’s room— letting the door creak behind him but slipping beneath the bed before he could be seen. It was time— and with his tail flicking back and forth— Sloght couldn’t say he wasn’t excited.
Don’t worry about length of passages! As long as they’re not a single sentence, it’s totally ok. I just made this one longer because it’s a starter. Do whatever you’d like :)
"Charlie? Is that you?" A muffled voice spoke out. A pair of green eyes peeked through the blanket and tried to see who was there. "Hello?" She asked softly, sitting up in bed, pushing her hair back and biting her lip.
Sloght stifled a large purr, clearly pleased with the frantic reaction he had received. With a grotesque smile, he unsheathed his claws, beginning to drag them across the floor. At first it was a light sound, like rain on a window, but it became harsher as he continued. He dug small rivets in the ground, slowly emitting a shrill noise from the tips of his claws.
The shrill sound of the claws was joined with the creaks from the staircase. Izumi jumped out if her bed and ran into her closet, moving a box of crayons from the pile of clothes on the floor. She could have sworn she saw the shadows under her bed moving but mama told her she had a bright imagination. She jumped behind the clothes right before an drunk voice called in the dark. "Melody, where are you?" Izumi shuffled further into the clothing pile and prayed.
Sloght’s clawing buffered as the strong pangs of alcohol drifted to his nose. He let out a low growl, one that would be inaudible to everyone but him, and possibly the small child who had run to hide. What was going on?
He could tell the child wasn’t hiding from him, rather, hiding from whatever intoxicated being stumbled down the nearby hallway. Sloghtfoot retreated further beneath the bed, his ear flicking curiously and his milky eyes dancing upon the door.
Sluggish footsteps headed away from.her room as Izumi let out a sigh. She peeked out from under the pile and sighed in relief when the light to her parents room opened and her mama started talking.
Izumi stayed under the clothes until she heard a soft voice call out her name. "I'm here, mama!" She responded, finally climbing out from her safe space. "I'm sorry little petal, you can go to sleep now." Her mama responded, lifting her and putting her in her bed. "Ok mama," she snuggled further into her blanket and smiled at her. "Good night!"
Sloght kept eerily silent through the whole ordeal, his ear flicking the only movement he provided. Though when the motherly figure left, he eased again. What had that been? He didn’t know. But he could feel the fear resonating from the child. Although he knew for a fact that it wasn’t his own doing— it was the father’s, rather, that had piqued the anxiety in the kid.
Sloghtfoot slowly rested against the floorboards, listening intently as they creaked beneath his weight. He kept his clouded gaze locked on the door, his ears forward and his tail lashing about.
