Author: The Magic Rat
Warnings: Protective Mommies.
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Summary: Miki brings home a friend from college.
Author’s notes: Just a brain fart that escaped.
"Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
- William Blake
Morgan Cocker clutched the stack of books he held and swallowed hard, feeling his knees shake. The shadowed thing before him stared out of the night, blazing green eyes burning like jade fire that froze instead of scorched the flesh. It hissed softly; a quiet, poisonous noise that made his hands sweat as they clutched the leather-bound tomes, which would provide no protection at all from this creature of ice and nightmares. The long mane of white hair swayed like a live thing, and as Morgan became physically ill with his own terror, the terrible black wings unfurled like Death’s shadow preparing to envelope him. A faint but lethal growl could be heard as the lips pulled back from the white, white teeth. Somewhere in the back of the house, the boy heard a voice calling.
“Mommy this is my friend Morgan from college. Morgan, this is my mommy. I wanted you two to meet, since Morgan and I have been seeing a lot of each other.”
The Nightmare leaned closer, and Morgan heard a whimper escape himself as the teeth of the tiger came to be mere millimeters from his face. The breath stank of carrion and sulphur, and Morgan had no idea if that was intentional or not, but it did nothing to quell his fears as the Scourge of Nibelheim spoke at last to the knave before him.
“Hurt my daughter, and they will never find the body.”
Morgan’s bladder let go. Satisfied the boy knew his place, the tiger departed, prowling into the depths of the house. Miki stepped out of the kitchen and stared at her suitor, who was white, trembling, and covered in his own urine. She sighed and went to get him a bathrobe and lead him to the bathroom to get cleaned up while she washed his clothes.
“You’re lucky,” she said.
“Lucky?!” he squeaked, willing his hands to work so he could get out of his clothes.
“Yeah. The last guy I showed to Mommy crapped himself then quit college. He must like you.”
“Yay,” said Morgan weakly.
Miki bundled up the soiled clothes in a towel to take away, and kissed Morgan’s face. Then, as she was walking away, she said something that made his stomach drop.
“When you get out you can meet my Daddy!”