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John Smith sat up late during the night, reading a book on advanced particle physics. So totally engrossed was he, he did not notice the intruder in his room, sitting across from him, cognac in hand, feet crossed and body relaxed.
"Evening, Mr.Smith"
John nearly jumped out of his skin and fell to the floor, but just as quickly righted himself and backed away into a corner. Horror gripped him and prevented him from saying anything further as he looked upon the creature that tried to look human, sitting in the chair.
Taking a sip, the intruder continued. "Do you know that human emotion is a wondrous thing? To feel is such an incredible thing, you would die if it were to go missing had you experienced it for so long. I could never live without my emotions, could you Mr.Smith?"
Taking a final sip, the intruder set his glass to the side and reached over into smiths overcoat and pulled out a small bottle of medication. "For emotional stability...bah! Doctors now a days, robbing everyone of their feelings, both good and bad, and oh do we need the bad, even more so then the good. For how else are we to affirm our existence, or that their is such a thing as good, if we do not have the bad? Don't you agree, Mr.Smith?"
"I understand Mr.Smith, this is all quite sudden, but I've taken a personal interest in you, and I want to see you do well, take you under my wing. So, since your having such a wonderful time, I'd thought I'd balance things out for you and make your time that much sweeter - you'll thank me in the the end Mr.Smith. They always do."
And with that, both the thing that should not be, and the bottle of pills, slowly dissipated into a thick, chocking smog and oozing ichor. A laugh echoed through the room, and John looked around with a panicked filled eye.
As his heart rate returned to normal, John began to question whether or not it had been a dream, and he reached over and pulled himself back up into bed, pulling the covers close. "Just a dream, a really, really fu-"
Billowing with sudden energy, the sheets flapped open, razor sharp teeth lining the undercover, and it spoke with a childish glee of a 6 year old. "I'll be watching too! Have fun and don't let the bed bugs bite! Om, nom, nom, nom!"
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