A/N: Oh. My. Gosh. Everyone. I am BEYOND excited for this little drabble series piece here, because it is brought to you by, not only yours truly, but the talented, and amazing author and one of the most touching, supreme Revenge writers of the fandom: karvesprincess! That's right! She agreed to do a collaboration! So, strange enough, this idea came to me when I was driving past a Carl's Jr. (no pun intended) restaurant in my area and I was thinking about the finale episode of Amanda's nightmare, along with a cute children's book series I used to read: "Junie B Jones". So then it hit me, technically, if you squint, there are very rarely close to any Carl based stories in the Revenge fandom. So, Karves and I decided to change that. Let us know what you think!
Disclaimer: Revenge and all its characters belongs to Mike Kelley and abc studios. We do not own them. But we do however, want to touch base with Mike Kelley and maybe ask (force) him to make more Revenge based stuff…
Uh oh…it's almost that time again…
I don't like it when it's that time…
But I know it's coming…
It always comes around when I don't want it to…
Carl David Porter whipped his head up and down, back and forth, in the semi darkness of his tastefully decorated room- his eyes shifting from one side of the room that had a racing car theme plastered on the wall along with his choice of hot wheels, toy train tracks, and other vehicle toy sets placed near his toy chest filled to the brim with super hero action figures and bouncy balls, to the other side of the bedroom that had a calmer theme of waves, fishes, and boats near a small book shelf of his favorite books, specially handpicked for story time.
Oh, how he wished it was story time for him again…
But instead, it was that dreaded hour that he hated worse than naptime…
It was bed time.
But oh! How he wished it was story time instead…
The time when his imagination would run free with wonder, when he could be anything he wanted, and when he learned about the adventures of the different characters, heroes, or animals that the colorful picture books would explain and whisk him away into their world that would continue to inspire him in his dreams as he fell into a peaceful sleep.
But that certainly wasn't the case this time…
This time, the five-year old was wide awake and could not be comforted as he grasped his fair sized plush blue colored dinosaur, that his deceased grandfather gave to him, closer to his chest; his heart pounding with suspense as he clutched his blankets tightly in his small fists, ready to take cover if needed.
It was coming…
He knew it was…
It was only a matter of time…
He pulled out a small flashlight that he kept underneath his pillow, moved himself from the covers, and quickly crawled out to check underneath his bed.
Besides a few discarded shoes and shirts here and there, the coast was all clear.
He then ran over to his closet and flashed the light over that area.
Nope, nothing there.
Good.
He breathed a little sigh of relief as he made his way back over to his bed, turning his head to the corner of the wall to make sure that his beloved cartoon theme nightlight was plugged in and shining brightly. He couldn't wait to get the cooler one that made stars, moons, and planets appear all around the room since his Daddy promised that he would have one if he learned how to brave sleeping in his room by himself with the nightlight he already had. So far, he was doing a great job with his bravery. And the nightlight seemed to be doing its job since he wasn't as scared of the horrors that would await him in the dark, or that hid underneath the bed, or in his closet like he used to be.
There was one thing that managed to get a rise out of him every time however…
Carl's bright brown eyes widened with terror as he heard the sound of a low growl and then an even louder roar, echo from somewhere in his bedroom.
"Oh no! It's here!" He thought fearfully as he grasped his flashlight tighter in his hands. He turned around quickly, looking from left to right, as well as up and down, but to no avail, he couldn't find the source of the creepy noise.
The sound got even louder, causing him to let out a timid whine and race back underneath the covers; his breathing labored, hoping that it would stop.
It didn't. It got even louder.
Carl whined once more…
"The monster's here again! He-he's hiding a-and I c-can't find him! Oh he sounds so hungry!"
The clamoring sound of the low almost growling sound of the roar continued on throughout the night, along with the boy's timorous whines and whimpers as his huddled form trembled underneath his bright blue covers.
He hated being so scared…
He knew he shouldn't be. He was a big boy! He was going on six years old for goodness sakes! Not to mention, he was surrounded by things in his room that would provide instant protection, like his trusty, friendly but vicious plush dinosaur, his fearless yet slumbering Labrador retriever that was nestled at the foot of his bed, and most of all, his precious treasure of his deceased mother's necklace that made him feel loved and safe.
There was nothing to be afraid of!
Carl then let a hiccupping sob loose from his throat as he realized that the monster was getting closer to him. It had to be, the echoing noise sounded like it was getting louder…closer to his direction. But then again, he couldn't tell really since he refused to move from his curled up fetal position or open his eyes that were clenched shut.
Feeling like he was trapped with nowhere to go, the five-year old stayed bundled underneath the covers, rocking back and forth while silently sniffling in a futile attempt for the frightening sound to go away, hoping that he would survive yet another scary night alone with the monster that he could hear, but not see…