You sat, your face set in a determined way as your hands gripped the edges on your chair so hard your knuckles were white. Your friend Alfred, who was also known as one of the scarediest of scaredy-cats on the planet, was showing you a horror story.
Usually he would try to get a scary film on, preferably one he knew by heart. That way he’d be able to plug his ears and close his eyes at the jumpscares or the like, whilst you screamed your head off. He cheated that way because well to put it bluntly; he didn’t want to seem ‘weaker’ than you.
So he sat himself through horror marathons, paraded ‘fearlessly’ through haunted mansions and played scary videogames in the dark until he knew said article of fear by heart. All so that for a change, you could grab onto him and rely on him when you were scared and he was not. He wanted to change from the way you both grabbed each other in unison whenever something jumped out at you.
The story was told via pictures and captions and at the moment it didn’t seem really scary; but you remained vigilant as your German friend would say. Suddenly something moved at the screen towards you, a bloody head with gauged out eyes flipping around and staring at you.
Alfred jumped, though he didn’t shriek. He chuckled inwardly, had you seen his totally cool hero move....? Come to think of it, you hadn’t made a sound either. Glancing up at you, his cerulean eyes widened behind his spectacles when he saw you.
Your eyes were wide open, tears accumulating around the edges as you trembled in terror at the image. Biting your lip, your brows twitched as you tried not to cry. You were absolutely terrified.
Shit. That wasn’t meant to happen.
Alfred stared at you as you roughly brushed away your fresh tears with the heels of your hands, trying to seem tough and that it wasn’t a big deal. “I-I’ll just go- do.....” Your sentence ended with a hasty excuse that sounded like gibberish even to you, so you just left it at that and went into the kitchen before the American could do anything.
Your lower lip trembled and you whimpered, stiffening when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. Snatching up the frying pan that lay on the stove, you brandished it in front of you like a weapon all the while fighting to not break out in tears.
Your cat yawned lazily at you, springing onto the chair that stood beside the counter in the kitchen. Before you could sigh in relief, you spun around checking all of your sides for a monster with the frying pan outstretched.
Only after you’d finished checking underneath your feet and above your head, were you able to relax slightly. Though you still waited with bated breath for something or someone to pounce you.
“Are you okay-“
“AAAAAARGH!!!!” That was the audible part, the rest sounded something like; “Agrhhdkugzl nnonoonnnonoooo! DontkillmeI’mtooyoungtodieandeverythingsuuuuuucksfuulhugeugldugl......”
You sobbed into the handle of the pan, hugging it to you as if it was your only life-line. “It’s just me.” Alfred stated, crouching down next to you and stroking your hair. You tackled him onto the floor, crying into his chest.
His dream came true at least. “H-hey now, c’mon! It was just something silly that scared you, it wasn’t meant for you to get this freaked out.” He murmured softly, rubbing your back as you clung onto his shirt.
“E-easy fo-for you to say!” You hiccupped, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t worry. Monsters don’t exist.”
“I-I know that!” You replied gruffly, not liking the fact that he was treating you like a child. He thought for a second and then kissed your forehead. “And even if they did, I’d protect you!”
“My ‘hero’.....” Muttering that sarcastically under your breath, you squeaked as he sat up and settled you in his lap. “Don’t knock it! I’m the hero, so I’ll always take care of you.” He grinned and caressed your cheek.
You blushed and looked down. “Alright.... But only because it’s you!”
“.....If you show me anything that scary again, I’ll make sure you never get to eat burgers again.”