Straight Jacket Blurb
Title: Informative sarcasm
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Warnings/Comments: I don't know it just hit me like an hour ago and demanded to be written
Summary: Do you believe in monsters?
How much stock do you place in monsters? Not in the person labeling that you get around these parts. Actual monsters, the kind that you believed in with your every fiber as a child, and knew that they were just waiting for the lights to go out and you to peek out from under the covers. It sounds ridiculous; I know that the monster under the bed that made you cry when you were about five couldn’t be real from how you see the world now. Not everyone though believes that, and you hear about it all the time in the news. Mysterious murders, people gone without a trace from a busy and camera watched intersection, and things no mortal man can explain.
That’s where the Straight Jackets come in. They’re the ones that never forgot that feeling of something under the bed, or eyes watching you from the mirror. The only difference is that they willingly look in those places and entice the things out and into the open. It’s why you don’t see many adults on the active duty list, if there is such a list floating around out there. It’s mostly children and teens because they have the most of what the monsters crave. They can produce the most fear of the dark corners.
Cruel you say? To the children who get to face the things that go bump in the night? Or to you because that sudden stab of guilt is making you think that?
Either way it’s not like you really care. Deep down you have that feeling, it’s not you that has to see these things. You can keep denying that anything out of the ordinary isn’t true, that your little suburbia lifestyle is the only reality. That sheep minded mentality of normal ways and that there’s nothing to fear in the dark. Of course you can put you feet on the ground and not have a clawed hand grab your ankle from under the bed, or need to worry about the slight creaking of the closet door because nothing is coming out of it. That denial of the supernatural is what keeps you safe at night.
At least that’s what the propaganda department wants you to think.
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Warnings/Comments: I don't know it just hit me like an hour ago and demanded to be written
Summary: Do you believe in monsters?
How much stock do you place in monsters? Not in the person labeling that you get around these parts. Actual monsters, the kind that you believed in with your every fiber as a child, and knew that they were just waiting for the lights to go out and you to peek out from under the covers. It sounds ridiculous; I know that the monster under the bed that made you cry when you were about five couldn’t be real from how you see the world now. Not everyone though believes that, and you hear about it all the time in the news. Mysterious murders, people gone without a trace from a busy and camera watched intersection, and things no mortal man can explain.
That’s where the Straight Jackets come in. They’re the ones that never forgot that feeling of something under the bed, or eyes watching you from the mirror. The only difference is that they willingly look in those places and entice the things out and into the open. It’s why you don’t see many adults on the active duty list, if there is such a list floating around out there. It’s mostly children and teens because they have the most of what the monsters crave. They can produce the most fear of the dark corners.
Cruel you say? To the children who get to face the things that go bump in the night? Or to you because that sudden stab of guilt is making you think that?
Either way it’s not like you really care. Deep down you have that feeling, it’s not you that has to see these things. You can keep denying that anything out of the ordinary isn’t true, that your little suburbia lifestyle is the only reality. That sheep minded mentality of normal ways and that there’s nothing to fear in the dark. Of course you can put you feet on the ground and not have a clawed hand grab your ankle from under the bed, or need to worry about the slight creaking of the closet door because nothing is coming out of it. That denial of the supernatural is what keeps you safe at night.
At least that’s what the propaganda department wants you to think.