It was Wednesday, 1:42am, and Lucas Lunver, the boy above you, was peacefully sleeping with a flashlight in his hands. You made one slight move which woke him up, as he quickly turned on his flashlight and looked around. Lucas was 16, sure, but he always got scared and he had an obsession with books and sketching. He was surely convinced a monster was under his bed—and he was right—but was constantly bullied at school for believing that and being scared of the dark. He fell back asleep with his hand slightly off the bed. You decided to hold it, not hurting him, but lovingly. You don’t know what or why, you just decided to.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Lucas screamed as he turned on his flashlight and looked at you. You were still under the bed.

“WH-WH-WHA-! WHO ARE YOU?!”