The little boy spied out of his basement window, which was covered with foliage and bushes to camouflage the little hide out. Big blue eyes took in everything around him, including the passive darkness behind and the bright sunshine outside. The musty window failed to stop the bright light from eradicating the swirling shadows inside, and the boy heard a hiss behind him.

"Shut the damn window, kid," the shadow behind the boy spoke as he turned around. The figure had blazing orange eyes, like the fire inside of its soul could not be contained any longer. A long, forked tongue jutted out of his mouth and it hissed as smoke rose off of its vague figure.

The boy moved slowly as he covered the frame with curtains, covered with cobwebs and dust. He coughed feebly as dirt flew into the air, coating his lungs. Moving his small hand, covered with burns and scratches, in front of his face, he turned back to the shadow, who had moved away while he wasn't looking.

Normally, the boy would be afraid of the creature of darkness, shaking in fear and wetting himself. He had talked about his imaginary "friend" to his parents and teachers, and they would worriedly look at him and point him to someone that would help. He had been to therapy, and the people there had explained to him that nothing could hurt him. They were wrong; when he had tried to sever his ties with the demon, it had hissed horrible things into his ear while grappling with his writhing hand, nearly breaking his arm, his hand steaming and abnormally red. Tears had dripped down the boy's face that day as he promised to never betray the creature again.

Now his eyes were strangely blank and dull, his face lacking emotion. The tears that had plagued him for months had gone dry long ago, shaping the crescents under his baby blue eyes. No thoughts screamed out as him as the demon stared at him, and he stared back; the only thing on his sentimental, overworked mind was freedom.

"Get me another," the demon hissed suddenly, grinning wildly with fanged teeth hanging out of its grotesque, wicked mouth. Its eyes turned from orange to red, as if the blood of victims was upon his very soul. The human sighed and mumbled something under his breath, his chubby little cheeks heating up. Walking over to the stairs that lead to the main floor, he turned back and eyed the demon.

"Alright, sir. Lean or meaty?"

"Fey!" the boy called out happily, circling the little girl on the street. She was on her bright pink bike, which had red ribbons on the handles and still had training wheels supporting the main wheels. The girl looked up briefly, sweat shining on her small brow and her eyes squinted as she spotted the boy. She was of about the age of six or seven, her plump cheeks making her look far younger.

Fey smiled and waved, ringing the bell on her bike. "Tommy!" she responded, getting off of her tiny contraption in order to hug the boy and squish him in her embrace. Tommy blushed and weakly pried the girl off, patting her on the head. He was at least three or four years older than Fey, and he had found that all of the younger kids loved being around him.

The young girl twirled a strand of chestnut hair around her finger, biting her scarred, wet bottom lip. Her grey eyes flickered about Tommy's face, as if trying to bore into his very soul. Uncomfortable, the boy shifted on his other foot and looked at his house, unseeingly knowing the monster was watching him, wondering what he would do next.

"Hey, Fey?" The girl looked at him in the eye and smiled, cocking her chubby head to the side. Although the boy had to admit it was adorable, it wouldn't stop him from what he was about to do. Swallowing the lump forming inside of his throat, he held out his own chubby hand, gesturing for the girl to put hers in his outstretched one. "Wanna come inside and play?"

Grinning, Fey nodded and placed her hand in his own and they walked beside each other as they neared Tommy's house. Instead of coming to the front door, as one would suspect, the boy took the girl the long way around the house, to a wooden trap door built firmly to the side of the wall. Opening the door with one hand, Tommy's walked into the darkness, turning back to glance at the now suspicious looking little girl.