this is the thing no one tells you about monsters
about real monsters
they don’t lurk in your closet
or hide under your bed
but they still manage to come out of the shadows when you least expect them to
they don’t live in darkness
they don’t thrive in the nighttime
real monsters walk around in broad daylight
unaffected by the burn of the sun
they don’t need to hide in the shadows
and they prey
while it’s still light out
so they can see you better
no one tells you that real monsters don’t look like monsters
because their fangs are hidden behind soft smiles
and their claws are hidden behind warm touches
real monsters hide behind bright eyes
and messy hair
real monsters look like the boy you’ve known since second grade
real monsters look like your neighbor who greets you on your way to school every morning
real monsters look like your babysitter
real monsters look like police officers
real monsters look like someone you should have been able to trust
they look like someone you did trust once
they look like someone who broke that trust the same way they broke you
real monsters will rip you to shreds with the same hand that once held yours
real monsters will smother you with the same arms that once hugged you
real monsters will sink their teeth into you and suck all of your blood out of your body until there is nothing left
until you are nothing
and they will leave you rotting on the floor
knowing that no one will come to help
they will watch you die
watch as they slowly kill you
they will cover your corpse with traces of them that only you can see
so you can never prove that they killed you in the first place
real monsters are not convicted
real monsters are never convicted
real monsters will convince a jury that they did nothing wrong
real monsters will smile as the judge says “not guilty”
knowing that those two words killed you even more than they ever could
real monsters roam the streets knowing that they have won
knowing that they will see the inside of you once again before they ever see the inside of a jail cell
real monsters are so scary that they make you wish the boogeyman really did live under your bed
instead of right down the hall
a little girl asked me
if I believed in monsters.
I then grabbed the truth
by its collar,
I wrestled it to the ground,
tucked it deep
underneath my arm
and I said,
“Love, you know monsters aren’t real.”
And it’s times like this,
where I wish that my sentences
came with receipts so
I could take back my words.
I wasn’t being completely honest.
When I spoke to her
I almost choked on a secret
that has been stapled
to the inside of my throat
for longer than I can remember.
Not only do I believe in monsters,
but I’ve seen them whisper themselves into existence.
I heard they carve nightmares
into the eyelids of the innocent
and linger in dark corners
preying on the unsuspecting.
they’ve figured how to crawl through
8 millimeter film
and walk backwards into the dreams
of those who’ve never been afraid to sleep.
I believe in monsters the same way I believe in oxygen.
So how big is your closet?
How much space is underneath
the beds you shake in the middle of the night?
You are a vampire.
A werewolf in sheep’s clothing.
You swallow halos and spit out nooses.
How can I not believe in monsters,
when I see men like you,
walking with your knuckles scraping against the concrete?
You stand perched on the screams of assaulted women
and squeeze into costumes
that fool the public into thinking you’re human.
How dare you have the audacity to impersonate me?
How dare you pretend
as though there isn’t a woman out there
scrubbing the inside of her thights
until they turn stop sign red
trying to erase your fingerprints from her skin?
How dare you believe your blood is just as blue as mine?
When you speak
I can small Dante’s Inferno on your breath.
I’ve spent the last three months
trying to figure out how you escaped from hell
and wasted too many nights
thinking of painful ways I can send you back.
I carved galaxies in the back of my throat
just to make your world easier for me to swallow
but I can’t stand the taste of your behavior.
Every time you cross my path
I get the urge to tie you to a chair,
cover you in gasoline
and set your body on fire.
I am no Van Helsing
but I’ve seen enough horror movies
to know how to get rid of you.
But I know even if I killed you,
there are still millions of monsters out there.
Pretending to be men.
Can i request s/o move alot in their sleep and they accidentally kicked the boys ass or kick them off the bed
I don’t move, like at all, but I talk sometimes and apparently it’s cute, or something like that. Plus I’m a light sleeper, so these poor boys… I just came back from a convention with the worst sleepers! Geez, I dedicate this to them and the fact I did not sleep!
Everyone had to wonder, how you and Noctis managed to sleep in the same bed at all and managed to get a good night’s rest. In the tent, you both seemed to understand that you had one side of the tent and anything beyond Ignis was forbidden territory, but in a motel bed, or any bed for that matter it wasn’t known how you two managed to survive a night without someone missing a tooth in the morning.
Currently you were laid, horizontally across the bed, your head and feet off the bed on top of Noctis who was starfished face down across the entire bed, the blankets and sheets were everywhere, and no one knew where any of the pillows went, they just disappeared.
Poor Prompto figured that he could easily fit on the bed with you two once, and it took the poor blonde only once to realize just what a horrid idea that was, when he woke up to Noctis, who started on the left side of the bed, as far away from Prompto as possible somehow behind him, an arm around his waist the Prince’s leg draped over the blonde and yourself, while you had somehow managed to lay on both his arms and legs trapping the sunshine to the bed along with Noctis who didn’t seem to notice at all.
People wondered why you two very small people needed a California king, and only your friends knew, that it was for both of your protection from the other.
Prompto adored you, he simply loved everything about you, but one thing. You slept like a fussy child!
You’d always start the night off right, one of you cuddled in the others embrace, yet by 4am, Prompto’s sweetiepie becomes the fruitcake from hell!
Your arms were thrown hitting the blonde in the face, legs jutting out of the blankets if you were too hot. Or if you were too cold, you’d proceed to take every single last piece of bedding and create a fort around you.
Prompto didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand, how you managed to take every pillow on the bed, and the fitted sheet, and cocoon yourself before waking him. He didn’t think he was that hard of a sleeper. Yet what he did know was the trouble of trying to take stuff back, which often resulted in him either getting an open palm to the chest, or a numb arm from your koalaing around said arm.
The only real way to stop your theft/ abuse was to lay on you, Prompto learned. He would entangle himself in your limbs with his own, and hold you down. It was easiest when you were on your side or laying on your back, which luckily you prefered.
Yet on hot summer nights, Prompto would rather just lay on the ground and wait until you stop your fighting match before climbing into bed with a spare blanket he left on his side of the bed.
Gladiolus couldn’t understand, he had fought monsters twice his size, slammed iron giants into the ground, but you, his adorable sweet girlfriend, could always best him when it came to sleep.
For some reason in your sleep, you became straight fight club!
The first time the man was awoken to a sharp pain in his side, he jumped awake ready to fight! Who dare tried to take him in his own house! only to find you beside him, having rolled over into his spot. Thinking you were just having a nightmare, the man laid back down, gathering you in his arms before closing his eyes.
Boy, was he wrong.
The next thing he knew he was waking up from being tossed off the bed!
HOW! Did you just Judo throw him!
Climbing back in bed, the man watched as you laid directly in the middle of the bed. Right in the middle of the bed in a fetal position, cuddling tightly to his pillow.
Sneaking back in bed nursing a bruised ego, Gladiolus found that as long as you laid in the middle of the bed, no harm came to either one of you. Yet if you were moved back to “your side” all hell broke loose.
You would hit hard enough sometimes to leave bruises, or rack your nails against his arms. You once pushed against the man so hard that you managed to launch yourself out the bed. Which of course scared the man awake when your body hit the floor with such a loud thump.
You’re sleep self is slowly becoming use to the large body inside the bed, and has now taken to laying across his chest or koalaing to him. Most nights you’ll even allow the large man to spoon you all night, which leaves both of you happy. Even if some nights he would wake up to a face full of boobs, your arms wrapped around his head, legs on his shoulder, and the man wearing you like a hat, just snoring your cute little snores away.
Gladiolus knew that you were still rather bad, but you were a lot worse.
You weren’t bad, Ignis often told himself, it’s just that after you pulled a couple of all nighters that Ignis realized that sharing a bed with you was rather difficult.
Most nights when you went to bed on your schedule you would curl up on your side, one hand resting on the man’s chest, your head tucked underneath his jaw and sleep soundly all night, not a peep.
Yet on nights where you haven’t rested in more than 24 hours, Ignis found you rather insufferable. You didn’t so much fall asleep, as you would pass out on your side of the bed, face down, half on half off the bed. He would often have to move your head to the left or the right to ensure you were still breathing, and by doing so he would release the demon that was your loud snoring!
You would then flip, seamless like some type of pancake to your back, covering the entire space of the bed, which Ignis never understood as he could not do that himself, and he was much longer than you, all the while snoring louder.
He often did find that, even when you were in this state, you would still cling to things with his scent on it, such as his pillow or a shirt that need wash. Yet should he himself climb into bed, you seemed to become aggressive and would often push, shove, or toss him away.
So the man would resign himself to the couch, knowing that it was only for a night, less than a handful of times of year, and he wanted to make sure that you had rested easy after working so hard.
Only to feel something climb onto the couch beside him around 3 in the morning, tucking into his side, he would pull the covers from underneath you, tuck you in tightly at his side, before wrapping an arm around you as he rolled to his side, assuring you wouldn’t fall from the couch.
After all what was loosing a couple of hours of sleep to assure your comfort?
A/N: Gaisho is so good at torture scenes, I’m so jelouse that she can write that better than me! So if you ever need a good torture scene, ask her! :P Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. We did take their personalities and match as best we can with illnesses, however we do not claim that the boys from BTS have these mental illnesses! Also, we did as much research as we can on each disorder. We are not meaning to offend anyone who has these illnesses at all. ALSO, WE DO KNOW BTS CHANGED THEIR ENGLISH NAME TO BEYOND THE SCENE BUT WE’RE USING BULLETPROOF BOYSCOUTS CAUSE IT FITS THE STORY BETTER.
Trigger warning: Mentions of mental illness, hospitals, self harm, suicide attempt and abuse. Both Gaisho and I recommend, if you feel like you need to go to the hospital for ANY reason, please don’t be afraid to do so. It can help. If you EVER feel like you need to talk to anyone, vent, or need advice on anything, please do not hesitate to msg us! We’ve been through it all.
Character Descriptions: Reader- Chronic Depression, Derealization Disorder and Dissociative Amnesia Jin - Narcissistic Personality Disorder (With homicidal tendencies) Suga- Narcolepsy and Chronic Depression J-Hope- Bipolar II Disorder Rap Monster- OCD and Paranoia Jimin- Explosive Anger Disorder V- Schizoaffective Disorder Jungkook- Agoraphobia
Chapter 10: Taken:
Muffled cries got you nowhere. You were strapped down tight and completely helpless. Really, you were more concerned for Jungkook than you were for yourself. You tried so hard to spit out the towel and get Jungkook to calm down, but all they did was stuff it back in and put tape over your mouth.
“Don’t forget, we’ll need to monitor her heart during this process as well,” Dr. Choi says with an evil grin. He walked his hands over your chest and quickly rips your shirt apart. Groping you with his filthy hands you wince and struggle.
“HEY! YOU GET YOUR NASTY HANDS OFF OF HER!” Jungkook growls and tightly grips the armrests of the chair.
“Nurses, take note as subject ‘B’s behavior has changed when subject ‘A’ was touched,” Dr. Choi explains like he’s teaching a class.
“Did anyone ever teach you how to treat a lady?” Jungkook sneers.
“Did anyone ever teach you how to get over your childish fears? No? I didn’t think so. You’re WEAK!” Dr. Choi backhands Jungkook and he grunts.
“Enough. Let’s get started.” Dr. Choi signals the nurse to proceed. One of the nurses puts what looked like headphones over your temples and you were already trembling in fear. Normally you’re out cold during this procedure, but today… You’re awake and full aware.
“Round one, begin.” You hear a buzz and suddenly waves of shock flow through you. It was like they lit your brain on fire. Your body seized briefly until they stopped.
“YOU’RE ALL SICK! Treating us like we’re your little lab rats for your disgusting experiments. You really have one messed up head if you find this all entertaining.” Jungkook was furious. His neck was tense, beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead, and he resisted the restraints so much that he was getting rope burn.
Weakly you lift your head. You wish you could talk to him and tell him it’s going to be okay.
“Round two. This time we will remove the towel from her mouth. You will be forced to watch her writhe in pain and listen to her scream in agony.” Dr. Choi smiles with pure enjoyment.
The minute they removed the tape and pulled the towel out of your mouth you quickly say something to Jungkook, “Kookie, please listen to me. Be strong! I will do my best to be strong too!“
“Oh, please. Save it for someone who cares. Round two, begin!” The waves of shock take over your body. Your screams and grunts were demonic, leaving Jungkook in utter terror.
“Don’t you dare look away! The longer you ignore your fears, the longer her rounds of EST will last… And who knows what this will do to her brain. What will you do if she forget you… Forever?” Dr. Choi maniacally laughs.
Jungkook swings his head to look at you, “No! PLEASE! Y/N! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! I need you…” he starts to cry very hard, “please, don’t forget me.”
The waves stop. You’re already weak and panting hard, trying your best to show you will not give up. “Kookie, I will never forget you. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, missy. Turn up the dials,” Dr. Choi instructs the nurses.
“B-but, sir. We don’t even use these levels during normal EST procedures when the patient is sedated. I-I don’t think-” the nurse says hesitantly.
“May I remind you who I am? The doctor knows best. Dial it up,” Dr. Choi says firmly.
The dials click multiple times before stopping. Your heart is racing and stomach wrenching. Giving in, you plead, “please, stop this nonsense. I’ll do whatever you want so long as you keep my Kookie away from these torturous treatments.”
“Hmmm… No deal. Round three, begin.”
The rounds were getting longer and more painful. You could see how badly Jungkook was taking this. It almost hurt you more than the EST.
You pant, trying to fight this pain, but slowly you feel as if your life and memories start to slip. You mumble, “Kookie…I won’t forget you…”
“I want the dials on the highest setting possible…” Dr. Choi instructs.
“NO! YOU SICK FUCK! STOP IT!” Jungkook screamed.
“And make it last a little longer than the last rounds. Round four, begin.”
“Kookie, I -” Once again you’re zapped with the excruciating waves of pain. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. The room is fuzzy and you can’t make out anyone, but you can hear Jungkook screaming at the top of his lungs.
“I’m sure her brain is fried at this point. Nurses, please do a cognitive assessment and bring their charts to my office immediately.” Dr. Choi leaves with a skip in his step. Like he’s just won the lottery.
They remove the restraints. Jungkook falls to the floor in shock cradling himself in the fetal position on his side. As for you, your eyes were dark and empty. Your mind had no thoughts, no recollection of the events that happened, and certainly no idea who you were or the people were before you.
The nurse pulls you to the side and starts to interview you.
“Ma’am, do you know who you are?”
“Do you know what procedure you were just in?”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Do you know what time of day it is?”
“That’s all. Another nurse will be taking you to the . Give Dr. Choi some time to review your chart.”
The nurse then pulls Jungkook to the side for an interview.
“Sir, do you know who you are?”
“J-jungkook,” he whispers and fiddles with his fingers.
“Do you know where you are?”
“Prison,” he says sternly as he stops fiddling and becomes more tense.
“Do you feel as though you are able to handle your fears better after today’s session?”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”
“Do you feel-”
“I’M ABOUT TO SHOW YOU HOW I REALLY FEEL!”
“You better calm down before we put you in solitary confinement to reflect on your behavior. We’re done with this interview. Another nurse will be taking you to the lounge.”
Two nurses wheel you both into the lounge where the boys were waiting anxiously. The minute they saw your sullen faces, they knew it wasn’t good.
“Jungkook, what did they do?” Rap Monster stands up, his face laced with worry and puts a hand on his shoulder.
Suddenly Jungkook went mute from the traumatic incident. All he could do was shake in fear and look at his hyungs with sorrow in his eyes. Rap Monster then looks to you and the second you made eye contact he knew that you weren’t the same.
“I see,” Rap Monster sighs.
Jimin slams his fist on the table, his anger growing. “I can’t take this anymore. Y/N just went in for EST for the SECOND time today! Who knows what kind of damage that did!”
Jungkook laughs sarcastically, no humor in his voice. “It was more than just typical EST. It was pure torture. And they made me watch.”
“That’s it. We can’t stay here any longer. They’re going to take what’s left of us sooner or later,” Suga says as he clenches a fist.
“You’re right. We leave tonight,” Rap Monster demands.
“What? They’re not stable… This is going to be a mess!” Hobi exclaims.
“I agree with him… I mean, I’m never a mess, but I don’t know about the others,” Jin says as he runs his fingers through his hair.
The boys grunt and roll their eyes.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” You scream in terror. The boys turn their attention to you and Jungkook.
“Y/N please, it’s just me… Please, you promised you wouldn’t forget,” Jungkook holds your hands tight as he sheds tears of despair.
“I DON’T KNOW YOU. I DON’T KNOW ANY OF YOU. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” You pull your hands away from his and run to your room.
“Hmph, you still sure you want to leave tonight?” Hobi asks as he taps his foot.
“Just give me a few minutes. Console Jungkook for now.” Rap Monster follows after you.
Rap Monster knocks on your door and slowly enters your room. You sit at the end of your bed hugging your knees. “You again… Look, I’m groggy and don’t feel like having random visitors right now. Please, leave.” You mumble out, still trying to wrap your head around everything that happened.
He looks at you with concern. “Y/N, I know you are confused right now and probably in a lot of pain. But, I need you to level with me right now. I don’t need you to understand what’s going on at the moment, but I have a proposition for you.”
You raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening…”
“I have a plan to get out of here. Me and the rest of the boys you saw earlier at the lounge. I know you do not want to be stuck in this corrupt facility. Please, work with us, and we’ll get you out.”
You think about his offer. “I don’t want to be stuck in here but I don’t even know who you boys are…” You trail off.
Rap Monster approaches slowly as to not startle you. He sits down next to you. “You do know us. I promise we aren’t just strangers. It was that doctor. He made you forget us. Please, you have to believe me.”
You shake your head and tears well up in your eyes. “I c-can’t remember anything, how am I supposed to trust what you say?”
He places a hand gently on your shoulder, making you flinch. He draws back his hand at your movement. “We’ll get your memory back. Just please, try to trust us. It can’t be any worse than what you’ve been put through today.”
You take a deep breath to try to calm your anxiety. “A-Alright. I’ll do it. B-But…” Your cheeks turn pink with the next words out of your mouth. “T-That boy who held my hand earlier with the brown hair. I-Is he coming too?”
Rap Monster chuckles at your words, happy that your feelings for Jungkook are still there somewhere in your mind. “Yes he will be. In fact, he’s your partner in this escape. We’re all teaming up to get out of here.”
You smile to yourself, the blush getting deeper. “That’s good. Okay, I’m ready to go back out there.”
Rap Monster nods and leads you out to the recreation room. The 5 boys are trying to comfort Jungkook who looked like his world was collapsing all around him. The boys notice you entering and turn to you. Jungkook glances at you, making the tears in his eyes form once again.
“Y/N, are you alright?” V asks quietly, not wanting to set you off again.
Your face contorts into sadness but you nod. “I-I’m sorry I snapped at you guys. I’m just so confused and all I can remember is pure pain and just whiteness in front of my eyes.” You slowly walk up to Jungkook who is huddled in the corner. His eyes widen as you approach him, scared out of his mind. You squat down in front of him. “Hi.”
“H-Hi.” He squeaks back.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you when you were just trying to help. I’m sorry I can’t remember you.” You want to cry but try to keep a strong demeanor. “I hear I’m your partner for the escape.”
Jungkook nods quickly, too scared to say anything.
You swallow the lump in your throat and hold out your hand. “Let’s do this together, okay? Hopefully through this, I’ll get my memory back somehow.”
The corners of his mouth turn up slightly into a small smile. With a shaky hand, he places his in yours as you help him stand up. The other boys smile at the two of you, happy that you’re willing to trust them for now.
Rap Monster claps his hands once, grabbing everyone’s attention. Your hand squeezes Jungkook’s slightly, giving him reassurance that you’re not going anywhere. He holds your hand tightly, nervous you might try to run away again.
Rap Monster gives his group a smirk. “Alright Bangtan. The time has come. I hope everyone remembers the plan because it is being executed. Tonight.”
To you, monster:
I will love you back into the light whether you want it or not.
I know what you’ve done and I’ve seen what’s in your heart
and you cannot frighten me.
I don’t even mind if you get blood on my dress.
My heart is a reservoir, and you can claw
down through the black and the cold,
thrashing and writhing and roiling,
but you will never find the bottom.
Today was a great day, besides the whole ‘me getting banned from a restaurant’ situation. About to cook some pizza rolls. Or maybe I’ll just order pizza? Yeah. Better idea. But if they’re monster, I won’t pay, and if they’re a woman, I won’t tip. Women are supposed cook & bring me food, why should I pay extra?
“The humans are monsters!” Erik shouted, slamming his hand down against the table. You flinched at the sharpness in his tone.
“Erik, not all of them are like that-”
“You don’t know that!” Erik snapped, his eyes flashing. “You’re small and weak and naive! You have no idea what they’re capable of!”
“They deserve to die!”
Your eyes stretched wide, “Erik, you don’t mean that.”
His lip curled back in a sneer, “Don’t tell me what I don’t mean. You haven’t seen what I’ve seen. The humans must be dealt with one way or another. If that means death, so be it. Charles is ignorant and weak to think we can make peace. Peace was never an option.”
You gripped the table, “Erik, you’re frightening me.”
“You shouldn’t be frightened of me, you should be frightened of them,” he snarled, “They are the ones who would slit your throat if given the chance.”