Dear Human

Dear human,

I have been living in your house. You 'people' don't seem to react nicely to learning that, so I'll give you a second. I learned that the hard way when I told the last girl that. Oh wait, I'm sorry, I forgot that I was giving you a second.

I'll wait.

Are you done yet...?

If so, then good. If not, then I have no clue what to do.

The reason I'm writing this letter to you is because I've been looking for a sign. A sign that my brother is alive. I should probably explain.

Around one year ago, in human time, me and my brother became of age. Of age to protect humans like you. We got assigned to a pair of siblings. They were quite nice, I bet they would like you. They ate the same triangle thing that you cut out of a circle that was inside a box in the shape of a square. I hope that makes sense. It was yellow...and red...with a bottom piece of something tan.

Anyways, we were protecting them like we should have. We did a spectacular job, in the beginning that is. I spent the nights hiding under mine's bed just like I do with yours, and the days hiding in the backs of her closet. My brother did the same. Except he had made contact with the human.

 If you don't know already, making contact is strictly forbidden. So I guess I'm breaking the rules now, but this can't be wrong because I'm talking to you for a very important reason. I need a sign.

Continuing on, my brother got attached. Way too attached. He and his human became what you guys call 'friends'. Of course I still refrained from speaking with my human, no matter how lonely it may have gotten, and it got severely lonely.

 One day something went very wrong, and we failed. We failed to protect our humans.

 On that day it started out normal. Our humans went to school, and me and my brother spent some time talking about our human's behavioral patterns in my closet.

 Their parents had already left for their job. I have no idea what job they had, but they didn't seem to enjoy it. Should I tell you how I know? I suppose I should. To get you to help me you need to know everything. No matter how unimportant. 

  Every night when they came home they both seemed oddly sad. I don’t like to talk about other people’s business, but in my opinion they should have quit because they always complained about how they did so much work and barely had any of something called money. I’m guessing it’s some sort of human currency. One time, while I was eating the cold milk stuff from the freezer, I overheard the girl-looking one getting mad at the boy-looking one because he stayed too late at work the other night. These humans deserve the best lives possible, so if they’re so upset with their jobs they should quit. 

Do you agree? 

I’m sure you do. You seem like the type of person to want the best for people, so I’m going to assume you do. (I'm so sorry if my assumption was not correct.)

  Back to the story, as we were sitting and discussing our humans I noticed my brother seemed off. I decided it was probably nothing and ignored it. I no longer know if that was the correct choice. 

  Before either of us knew it, we were back under our human’s respective beds. I watched as my human did her homework on her desk for about an hour. I swear she cried once. I wish I could’ve intervened, but I still followed the rules. Then she left for a bit. From what happened the days prior it was probably dinner. During this time I didn't know what my brother was doing. 

  Throughout the rest of the night I watched her feet move across the room, and soon enough she went to bed. Just like every other night I listened to her heartbeat as she fell asleep. 

  In case you’re wondering, from what I could tell, her heartbeat was around 81 beats per minute on average that night. (Your average beats per minute last night were 64.)

  As I hid there, disaster struck. I heard a scream from the room my brother and his human stayed in. I didn’t move just yet in case there were people around. I now regret this. A lot. I watched as my human got up and opened the door to vast waves of orange glow. I don’t know what this was, but I soon realized it hurt. 

  I got out from under the bed as soon as my human had left her room. I exited the room, and that's when the orange ocean bit me. 

 It’s very mean, I suggest that you never interact with this creature. 

 I paved my way through the waves, but I couldn’t see my brother. The family had already ran out of the house, but I stayed and searched for my brother. 

  Eventually the sea became too unbearable and I escaped. To this day I don’t know where the human I failed to protect went, and I have even less knowledge of what happened to my brother.

 So human, I need your help. I’ve visited 4 others of your kind before you, and if you’re still reading then you’re the only one who has made it this far.  

 I feel like I need to address some things first. 

 First off, I am sorry for eating your food and staying in your house. 

 That’s it. 

Now that we’re done with that, to help me you can tell me if you notice a sign that my brother’s alive via letter. 

  Oh. Maybe I should give a few examples of potential signs. 

1. The circle bread things with the hole in the center and frosting on top (he loved how those tasted)

2. Purple fur

3. Any book involving dragons

4. The purple version of those fabric pieces that you wear over your chest

5. Friendship

 I don’t know you that well, but I will forever be grateful if you help me find him. I suppose I should say one of those thingies you say before you ‘people’ stop talking to each other. I’ve heard “Good Morning” said between humans so I believe that it will suffice. Good Morning! 

(P.S. please please please please don’t be scared of me, I will try not to hurt you!!!)

Sincerely, 

The friendly monster that lives under your bed.