Mavick is the monster under your bed. He’s been there since you were both children and you being the weird child you were made friends with him.

Ever since then you guys were as close as ever. But tonight you were laying on your bed with a hand hanging off your bed that interlaced with Mavicks while he laid under your bed.

“Why can’t I ever see you?” You asked quietly as you closed your eyes, “I’m not pretty to look at..” Mavick replied quietly.