[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They’re extreme because they’re real, and you’re actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. u/WorldOfSilver
It seems like my life would be very dull, working a regular 9-5 on the weekdays and lounging at home on the weekends, but not everything is as it seems. I’m a child therapist, specializing in children that have monster problems, as the adults would say, overactive imaginations. They aren’t exactly correct. The world we live in is ever changing and children’s imaginations have a huge effect on that. The monsters they imagine are real, complete creations of the child. Let me explain.
About ten years ago, there was an incident. The government sweep it under the rug, but for the common folk, its known as the Delirious Dread. Something happened in those government labs and the world changed. Like a virus infecting a population this creation infected our world. Our world was on fire, literally and figuratively. All of a sudden mythical, fantasy creatures filled our world and terrorized everyone. The government hid it all and hired people like me to deal with it. When it started, it seemed like a dam exploded, and everything that it held back came rushing out like bad nose bleed. Nowadays, its under control, for the most part. You see, these creatures can only come from the minds of children. Why you ask? Well that’s the thing, I don’t know. I’m working with the government to contain this epidemic, but they have me in the dark. All I know is that by day I gather Intel, talking to children about the monsters that haunt them and by night, I use what knowledge I’ve gained and capture the threat. I don’t know if it’ll ever end or even what the government is doing to stop it. I don’t even know what they are doing with the monsters I’ve captured. But, one thing I do know; its my job to save these kids from the monsters of their own creation. Creature of all shapes and sizes, all races and breeds, let this be a warning to you: every last one of you will be captured or die by my hands, that’s a promise.
“But, yeah, that’s what I’ve been up to. What about yourself?”
As I peered up from the dining table, a barren seat and dusty, dirty walls encumbered my view. I reached over the soft linen that surfaced the table to a single picture frame standing lonely across from me. Everytime I held that photo I could feel your warmth resonate through my veins. A single tear fell from my face onto the desolate landscape as I stood up. Time to get back to work…
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