U.S.
Kansas
Pine Street Apartments
Time: 08:24 AM
"no no… "
Rand moaned intermittently from his nightmare, then slowly woke up.
The room was filled with bright daylight, but the heavy pressure from his chest made him feel as if he was still in that nightmare... Although he no longer had any memory of that nightmare (just like before) ), the intense fear that could not be severe still lingered in his body.
He struggled to open his eyes, hoping that he could recover as soon as possible from the state of being in a cold sweat because of the shock as he had done countless times in the past.
However, the moment his vision blurred due to his early awakening became clear, an enlarged face appeared in his field of vision.
It's a face only suitable for Hollywood monster Cult movies, whether it's the four dripping red eyes, or the fine scales, or the slightly swaying feathery tentacles on its head to prove it. , of course, the most important thing that can't be ignored is that after it met Rand's sight, it tore open its mouth on both sides, and each of those fine teeth flashed with a cold white light.
At that moment, Rand was as stiff as a mouse stared at by a cobra, his brain was blank, and he could even feel the suffocation caused by the violent contraction of his heart at that moment.
Until a few seconds later (of course, maybe not this long, but time is always long for Rand at this moment, as if God pressed the slow play button in his life), Rand's brain just resumed operation.
"Oh, damn..."
His body relaxed, and a whisper of cursing escaped from his lips.
"Munster! You're so scared of me."
He said to the little monster who liked to lie on his chest like a winter house cat, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Almost half a week has passed since the day Rand Sivers discovered that only some strange pets in his house had turned into very strange monsters. Rand is trying to learn to accept Munster's new form, and is trying harder to adjust to living with it - which, of course, is obviously more difficult than he imagined.
By any measure, Munster is a far cry from an animal fit for a human being.
For example, if a fluffy, soft and fat cat lies on your chest and shares your soft bed with you, even if the chest is stuffy and breathing is difficult, no one will have the heart to blame the cat, but, For Rand...
Replace "soft, fat, fluffy cat" with "heavy, wet, squishy and ugly looking monster", and the same chest-cramming behavior becomes unacceptable.
"'Take a photo' Rand."
The little monster's pale, cold elbows tucked Rand's face into Rand's face, brought his face as close as possible to the other, and gave him a big "smile" (if that was a smile at all) ).
Rand shuddered uncontrollably, and he frowned.
"Hey man, I said you shouldn't go to bed."
He said, looking at his pale face reflected in the little monster's four eyeballs.
Munster blinked.
"Haw haw?"
A string of already utterly unlovely bass rolled down its throat.
Rand pulled his hand out of the quilt with difficulty, put his palm on its face and pushed it out of his body.
"Please, Munster, I know you understand what I'm saying, don't try to get in," he said, getting up from the bed.
He touched the outside of his quilt, and to his surprise, the soft fabric was already covered with the watery mucus from Munster's body, and they were disgusting to the touch.
The day before yesterday and yesterday, Rand even had the strength to lose his temper a little, and tried to express his persistence as a normal human being in front of Munster, an unknown species.
Today, however, he has completely abandoned this completely useless attempt.
He sighed deeply, and began to change his own bed cover as ordered, of course, first of all to get Munster off his bed.
Rand felt he would never understand Munster's love for his bed.
Munster chirped, trying to stay in bed a little longer.
Rand hesitated for a moment, but he reached out and touched Munster's skin anyway.
Some parts of the slime were dry, and once that slime dried out, Munster's fine scales felt rougher to the touch, and it moved slightly less dexterously than when it was wet. Rand wasn't quite sure if this state would be appropriate for Munster, but considering that Munster was an aquatic creature after all, he wanted to avoid drying it out as much as possible.
"Okay, that's the first time I've said it, Munster, you can't stay out until your scales are dry!"
Rand said helplessly, and opened his hand towards Munster.
"Come and discuss, I'll take you to the bathroom. And you let me change the sheets and prepare breakfast?"
He says.
The tentacles on Munster's head stood up immediately, and they were now straight like antennae.
Its arms, which were much longer than a normal human, were immediately wrapped around Rand's arms, and its tail was wrapped around his waist.
Rand stumbled a little as he picked it up.
"You are deadly heavy."
He grumbled, stumbling to transport Munster into the bathtub of his own bathroom.
Munster looked very happy in Rand's arms, the most intuitive manifestation of which was its shaking tentacles and its continuous "chirp" sound (again, they sound quite unlovable now), very Apparently, Rand complains that nothing affects its part.
As for Rand...
He knew it was weird, after all, Munster's size was quite striking, but considering that he had shown great enthusiasm for Rand when he was still a pet, he felt that he might need to give More time in Munster.
After all, in Rand's view, Munster's current IQ obviously has no way to realize that his appearance and body shape are completely different from the previous "cute".
Rand opened the laptop after settling it in the bathroom.
He bought some video materials about early childhood education and gave Munster the most basic education.
And this is the smartest decision he made. Munster loves the show, and only when he is watching the computer can it give Rand some free time instead of wanting to entangle him all the time like double-sided tape. on the body.
Although Rand felt a headache whenever he heard that deliberately raised voice.
He slipped out the moment Munster was addicted to the computer show and rushed to the kitchen to start his late breakfast.
Some fried eggs and sausages, accompanied by coffee.
At the same time he took out the "venison" that Rogers had provided from the refrigerator to thaw.
The tempting aroma was intertwined with the bloody smell of "venison", but while defrosting, Rand's eyes unconsciously stopped on the white plate holding the "venison", which arced along the edge. Spreading bloodstains.
bloodstains.
red.
fishy smell.
…
A trace of coldness crept up his back slowly, and he felt a dizziness, accompanied by some indescribable emotion: fear, panic, and nausea and resistance...
He suddenly remembered the dream that woke him up in the morning.
There is also such a red and fishy smell in the dream, it is blood, a lot of... a lot of blood.
He rushed to the edge of the pool, laying there and retching.
Something slippery gently stroked his neck.
"Oh, damn it!"
Rand almost jumped up in fright, he screamed and turned his head, only to find that Munster, who was supposed to be looking at his notebook in the bathroom, crawled to the kitchen with dripping wet... Correctly, It's on the roof of the kitchen.
Rand felt as if his soul was floating outside.
"Munster!"
He nearly slapped it in the face with a spatula, but eventually he held back.
"Haw...haw..."
Munster slowly slid down the ceiling.
It also seemed to realize how maddening its behavior was, it seemed a little frustrated, its tentacles were drooping, and it lay limply on the dining table.
"I told you, I know you can understand, don't use chirps to fool you."
It's quite dangerous in the kitchen, especially for young children... especially for a monster who doesn't understand anything.
"Morning, breakfast."
It looked at Rand and said it cautiously.
"… "
Rand looked at it dazedly, and after a while he heard intermittent sounds coming from the bathroom.
“Breakfast-meal-breakfast-meal-”
That's the character in the video teaching spelling.
Rand raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, so you learned the word, right?"
Munster stared at him, then gave him a slight nod as he had learned before.
For some reason, Rand found himself facing such a monster, and there was no way he could remain as angry as before.
And, after all, from another point of view, just now let him recover from that strange state. Rand shook his head. He felt that he might have remembered something just now, but now, those things have turned into a blurry mass and stayed behind the barrier of memory.
"Rand?"
Munster leaned forward, and it approached Rand, calling his name.
Rand recovered himself and patted it on the head.
"Okay, I see, breakfast, I've prepared this thing for you."
He said, and placed the plate of "venison" in front of Munster.
Then he put his own breakfast on the table.
"Oh, that feels a little weird."
He looked at the plate on the table and felt a little weird, and after a few seconds he realized... This was the first time he had eaten at the same table with Munster.