Monster's Curse

Tame headed for the cot, yawning and grabbing one of the rocking horses with him. After placing it next to the his new place of rest, making sure he could reach it and use it with one hand, he laid down. His mind wanted only to go to sleep, but simply falling for that trap would lose him the rest of the night. Instead he focused, honing his internal clock to set for one hour later. This clock had kept him alive during hundreds of encounters, but it was the ability to dictate his sleep schedule that he found the best.

His eyes slowly closed and sleep soon fell upon him.

Creak.

Click.

Squeak.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Creak.

Tame could feel the presence. The first noise had awoken him, and now it stood above him. One swift motion could rid him of the beast or automaton, but it could also injure something that meant him no harm. Then again, with such an inviting room, I would not be surprised if these cots were simply a distraction, a trap to allow this thing to feed easier in an environment they thought they were safe in.

Creak. Click. Clack, clack.

Each noise came closer and closer. He could see the danger’s hand, slowly coming closer and closer to his throat. If he didn’t act now, he might never get the chance.

Smash it!

Pretend to sleep.