The Dark One stared in abject horror, unsure how to proceed. To have watched such a young boy practically break his lower jaw apart just for three brown, sentient 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 crawl out from his throat... even the Dark One was scared.

"Well?! Aren't you going to do something," one of the trench coats asked.

"I believe he is in shock, brother," another replied.

"Then we shall kill him where he stands," the third proclaimed.

The third charged towards the Dark One, but before he could reach the evil man, he held up his hand and the three coats froze in place.

"Yeah... I need to take five," the Dark One informed them. "This is just... so, so wrong on so many levels."

"Face us now, you coward," the first coat shouted.

Rather than respond, the Dark One just walked off, ignoring the threats and comments made by three trench coats.

How were they even alive? How did they work? He was supposed to be a master at the magical arts, and yet here stood these monstrosities, and he had no clue as to what made these things. And how did they manage to disguise themselves as a human child?

For the first time in almost three millenia, the Dark One was confused, and truly disturbed.

I gripped the edges of their television, and pulled myself through. My hair fell down over my eyes, like it always did when I left it down. I was only in my nightgown, but it covered any private parts, so I thought nothing of it.

I heard the person on the other side scream, and I was confused. I hadn't showered, so maybe they thought I smelled bad? It didn't help that I was putting them in a strange situation.

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦," I asked.

My voice was a bit gravely and shaky, I hadn't talked to anyone in a few days, so it wasn't surprising.

Their screams got louder, more like the type of blonde cheerleader screech you'd hear in a slasher movie. I heard footsteps run off, and by the time I had made it out of the static-y world and moved my hair from my face, they were gone.

"Where did you go," I asked. "Please come out."

"No! I've seen the movies! This is the part where you kill me," I heard a little boy shout.

"But I just want to play," I responded.

"Yeah, you want to play with my life, don't you?!"

"I was thinking Chutes and Ladders, maybe Monopoly. But if you want to play Russian Roulette, I 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 that might be fun," I told him.

"What?! No! Go away," he shouted.

"Let's play I Spy," I said, sitting on the ground. "I spy with my little eye... something red!"

"...what now?"

"That's not a thing silly," I giggled. "I spy something red!"

"My blood and organs," he asked shakily.

"Nope! The roses on the table, I win," I proclaimed proudly. "I spy with my little eye... something white!"

"The... the table?"

"Yep! You win, that means it's your turn," I told him.

I saw him peak his head around the arm of the couch. He had brown hair and matching eyes, and quite a lot of freckles.

"Um... I spy something soft?"

"Hm... the carpet?"

"Yeah, the rug."

"I'm Elanor, what's your name," I asked.

"Ryan."

"Well Ryan, I spy with my little eye, something green."