Breve história sobre “o monstro debaixo da cama”, onde o monstro protege a garota de pais abusivos

Existe uma história semelhante em formato de imagem no Pinterest e on-line aqui . Ele se encaixa em todos os seus critérios, acredito.

É da perspectiva do monstro, que também atribui os monstros (sendo mais alto na hierarquia) e parece exasperado passando por todos os monstros que havia enviado antes:

I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters...I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying!

I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself.

Você disse que parece ser uma empresa à qual isso se aplica:

...her little brother Daniel...Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster.

Você também disse que ele parecia confuso sobre por que ela não estava com medo, e acho que isso se encaixa com base no padrão de fala. Na prática comum, frases curtas de uma só palavra são uma forma de demonstrar descrença e confusão.

...Charlotte scrambles off the bed and...

She. Crawls. Under. The. Bed. With. Me.

"Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I do.

Parece que é um homem (seu pai bêbado) que é o verdadeiro monstro:

...I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monster; she's afraid of her own.

E depois descobre o monstro de um pai:

"What the..." I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding mt full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face.

"If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him.

As Francis runs from the room he soils himself.

Então ele literalmente, como você disse, assusta os s% & fora do homem

Também termina muito de perto com a linha que você mencionou:

I am the monster under her bed.

O Monstro Debaixo da Cama: Uma Breve História , por Mary Ariola, publicado em The Odyssey , disponível online.

A história foi escrita a partir da perspectiva do monstro e começou com ele reclamando que ele teria que fazer este trabalho porque os outros falharam.

What the hell am I supposed to do? I think to myself as I sit at my desk. Jennie Miller has yet again rejected another monster assigned to her.

I read through her file with my tentacle fingers, and see that she has had 56 monsters total, all having been brought back to headquarters because she wasn’t afraid.

Parecia haver uma espécie de companhia de "monstros embaixo das camas de criancinhas" e eles deveriam assustá-los por motivos incalculáveis.
Ninguém conseguiu assustar a menina e ninguém sabia por que ela não estava com medo.

Are my men not scary enough? That’s impossible, we have the best training to prepare our monsters for the human world. But what five-year-old can be capable of rejecting so many monsters consecutively?

I decide to assign myself to little Jennie Miller.

Ele então percebe porque ela não tinha medo de monstros debaixo da cama - seu pai (?) era um homem abusivo e eu acho que ele estava basicamente ameaçando ela (ou a mãe dela?) em seu estado de embriaguez. A menina estava com medo dos monstros que ela teria que enfrentar todos os dias.

Esta era a mãe, não o pai, mas sim, ela está bêbada e abusiva:

“I have company over, you ungrateful baby,” the woman spits, “That could be your new daddy out there. Don't you want a daddy?”

“Yes mommy,” I barely hear Jennie whisper over the loud swig the woman takes from the bottle in her hands.

“You look at me when I’m talking to you,” there’s more anger in her voice, and she takes a step toward the bed, “I am your mother, God dammit, you need to show me more respect.” Her voice raises and I hear Jennie begin to cry.

“You’re such a little baby. Five-year-olds don’t cry like you do, or yell at nothing and interrupt their mothers’ important meetings. You’re such an embarrassment.”

Jennie begins to cry harder, and the woman takes a few more steps towards the bed while rolling her eyes.

Isso deixou o monstro furioso e quando o homem tenta colocar as mãos na garotinha, o monstro sai de debaixo da cama e assusta os amigos. fora do homem, certificando-se de que ele nunca mais faça isso de novo. Ele também diz que ele vai ficar ao lado da menina - "porque eu sou o monstro debaixo da cama dela!"

Bem, é "Porque ela é minha !", mas perto o suficiente:

I shoot out from underneath the bed and stand between Jennie and the woman. I hear them gasp, and the woman begins to step back. I tower over her and narrow my eyes.

“Who the f*** are --“

“Leave her alone, she’s mine,” I snarl. I stretch my tentacle arms out to block the bed even more.

“I will always be here, with her. If you ever lay a hand on her, I swear, I will make you regret it.” Purple sweat oozes from my skin out of anger, and the woman begins to tremble.

For every step I take towards her, she takes two back until she's out of the room and in the hallway.

Yellow liquid runs down her leg.

“She’s mine,” I repeat in a hiss, as I shut the door in her face. I turn around to see little Jennie climbing off of her bed and running towards me.

Eu encontrei essa história pesquisando monster under the bed story abusive parents short , que parecia um bom conjunto de palavras-chave, e ... viola, o primeiro resultado foi The Odyssey Online ao pesquisar em hebraico (5º abaixo da página pesquisando em inglês).

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Eu li isso no r / no sono recentemente.

Disse da perspectiva do monstro. Pai é abusivo.

You read that correctly. Monsters do exist, and yes, we live in your closet. You have almost certainly spent much of your life mere feet from a closet monster. You’re more likely to notice us at night, we’re more likely to be near you when you’re children, and yes, you would be absolutely terrified if you saw us.

And it’s all so unfair.

[...]

My current human’s name is Julie. She’s six years old, very kind, and very smart. Any parent would be proud of her.

But her father does not treat her like she deserves.

[...]

I grab Julie’s father around the waist and pull. He fights back. He yells. Julie screams.

I raise him up and stagger backward. He’s writhing and punching as I back toward the door.

My skin feels like it’s on fire. I move faster.

I’m able to get him out of the room, and I pull Julie’s door shut. There’s a wide swath of early morning sun streaming in through the hallway window. It lands on my legs, and I feel like I’m being cut in half. I stagger.