The tickle monster's perspective
The monster was awaiting patiently underneath the victim's bed one cold, gloomy night. They struggled to keep their gaggling legs from remaining out of sight.
Their long, bulky arms kept fidgeting around the hollow space which surrounded them, whilst their pulpy claws were delicately scratching on the carpet of which they were layed on.
When silence eventually fell on the monster's ears, they were assured that the moment of ambush was ready to commence.
The monster ste...
