Daydreamer's Nook

Hero: Ha! You have no powers!

Vampire:

"Children, children, monsters do not exist." Soothed the android. "They are fiction-"

"That's what my Daddy said about aliens!"

Complete silence in the youngling center. Every child looked at one another and then back at the android. Their human friend was right...

"...yes well, monsters do not-" chaos is unleashed.

"What do we do Harrison?!" cried the younglings.

"How big are they?!" "Will they eat us??" "How do we kill them!" "Can we kill them???"

Poor little human stood there overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions. For so long he was the one asking the questions and now others are looking to him for them? His voice stuttered, his shoulders slouched, his hands wrung his shirt, so many voices, so many faces too close to his, so many questions!

ITS TOO MUCH FOR THE POOR CHILD!

"It's not a full moon tonight Harrison! We're fine!" Called out teacher Kim. "Werewolves only come out during full moons and that's tomorrow."

The younglings rush the human adult.

"How big are they?!" "Will they eat us??" "What's a werewolf!" "Will we have to kill them???" "What do we do tomorrow?!!"

"Werewolves can be as small as a human or as big as an orc or sometimes even a tighalax. They're a human that can turn into a giant beastly monster covered in fur, they look like one of our earth pets. They won't eat you so long as they aren't starving so as long as we feed them properly it'll be fine. No we won't have to kill it, we just need to keep it calm and happy." the human replied without batting an eye.

"..." "..." "..." "..." "..."

"Now if, and this is a big if, the werewolf is acting too crazy or dangerous then we just need to get their family to turn them back." the human sat down and the younglings did likewise. "If you know and love the werewolf then you can turn them back to a normal human."

"How!" cried the younglings leaning forward.

"Well let's see if Harrison remembers this one, you remember the story I told you buddy?"

"...you...you...you call their name! The grandma in the story called her grandkid's name and...and...threw their clothes at them!" giggled the boy.

"Exactly! You call their name and throw clothes at them! Because calling their name with love turns them back aaannnd the clothes are so they aren't showing their bare bums to the world." the younglings cried out in laughter and baffled whats. Already the panic and mania that had swept them away had left.

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"..."

"...no LUC-3 humans don't turn into monsters on full moons."

"Then you lied?" asked the android.

"Mmm, not really. Everything I told them was the truth, there are many myths, legends, and stories about werewolves on earth. What I told them was what I heard about those stories. Also, human children tend to always ask questions even after you answered them. So to save myself from being stuck in a loop with Harrison I try to tell him long enough answers to bore him."

"Does it work?"

"For about 5 minutes."

"Oh...then what?"

Which is very odd to the galactic community.

Rest comes in all sorts of forms across the galaxy, some having sleep similar to ours, some having hibernation/brumation cycles, some going into meditative states, some retreating to cocoons, some photosynthesising, some even being technologically advanced enough to simply just plug themselves in and literally recharge. But the seeming inescapability of human sleep is…a little concerning.

If a human is tired enough, they will be able to sleep just about anywhere. Bed, sofa, armchair, the floor, a table, three chairs lined up, propped up like a doll against the wall, on top of another person, on a rock that’s even vaguely flat, on a gnarled tree branch, sometimes even floating in water or suspended by a harness. Wherever. So long as we can breathe, we can and will fall asleep.

The same can’t be said of aliens, they’re a bit more picky by comparison, or they can stave off their exhaustion through emergency chemical reactions long enough to find somewhere appropriate to rest. Some are so specialised that they require their environments to be utterly perfect before their body allows them to rest. Those aliens are deeply jealous while waiting around at the Spaceport for their shuttle to start boarding and seeing humans clumped together on a bench in a very uncomfortable looking pile, snoring away.

And then, an alien species named the Khak’Cthrax, a species known for their aggressive behaviour and bodies covered in rocky scales and dangerous barbs, discovering this aspect of humans.

One Khak’CThrax soldier being deployed to assist in saving some human civilians from a war zone and ending up having to carry a teenager for a while due to there not being enough gurneys. The juvenile human ends up nodding off in the soldier’s hands and at first he thinks the teenager has perished because the Khak’CThrax are not the type of person you would consider comfortable to rest on much less feel ‘safe’ around inherently, but after the field medic explains that the child is only asleep, unsurprisingly from the day they had had, the soldier practically becomes a broody mother hen for the human. This little one trusted him??? Enough to rest while held in his arms??? They are his baby now???

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Alien: *Bashes in door before running inside and slamming it shut again. Alien: Friend human, there are monsters outside! Human: What? Alien: Tiny zombies are everywhere just as your informational pict-show displayed last night? Human: You mean the movie? Human: No need to fret, they’re just- Alien: I had to decapitate several on the way up so we should be safe for now. Human: ……………….oh gods.. ----------------------

Alien: So these “children”, go door to door demanding sweet treats? Human: Correct. Alien: And if the host refuses to give said treats they are then justified to enact their vengeance? Human: I mean, to the extent that pranks can be considered vengeance. Alien: Can you give me an example? Human: Well, you could throw eggs at their house. Alien: So you pelt their homes with the unborn, yet consider it a mild form of revenge? -----------------------

Alien: Why do you wear costumes and masks? Human: To avoid being attacked by evil spirits of the dead. Alien: Wait, what? Human: Oh yeah. Human: Originally the holiday was when the realms of the dead and the living would overlap and spirits would walk among the living. Human: People would wear costumes to confuse the spirits so they wouldn’t be recognized. Alien: What happens if they recognized you? Human: Well, what do you think your countless slain enemies would do if they saw you walking alone at night? Alien: Peel the flesh from my bones and boil my body until I am naught but gumbo. Human: Jesus Christ, who did you piss off that much? Alien: A lot of mailmen angry with my return policy. ------------------------

*Group of children knock at door Children: Trick or treat! Alien: *Punches nearest child Alien: TRICK! Children: *Run away screaming Human: What the hell!?!? Alien: *Leans down to grab candy pales Alien: They are essentially a candy delivery service.   -----------------------

Alien: Why do so many children dress as fashion deaf burn victims? Human: That is Freddy Kruger and he invades your dreams to murder you. Alien: He’d have to be dreaming to think that hat works with a striped shirt. ----------------------

Alien: And what of the Canadians? Human: The who? Alien: *Points to all the hockey mask wearing children. Human: *sighs Human: You mean Jason? Alien: Which team does he play for? Does he have a high win count? Human: He’s got a pretty decent body count. Alien: Ah, a lady’s man. Human: You have no god damn idea.   ----------------------

Alien: Are these monks meant to be scary? Human: They’re meant to be the Korean version of the grim reaper. Alien: Then why are they performing dance moves and singing about soda pop? Human: Because they are also pop idols who are trying to bring about the end of the human race. Alien: Those are two wildly different points of interest. Human: True. Human: But they are catchy. ----------------------

Alien: That tiny robber shouted “trick or treat”, followed by “now give me all your money.” Human: That wasn’t a trick or treater; you were just mugged. ---------------------

Alien: Why the obsession with bones? Human: They’re meant to be scary. Alien: What could possibly be scary about bone? Human: When was the last time you saw a human get excited about seeing their own bones and not freaking out immediately? Alien: *Opens mouth but then closes it. --------------------

Alien: What costumes did you get us? Human: *Pulls out costumes. Alien: An avocado and toast? Human: You’d have to be from the west coast to understand. Alien: Oh I understand how stupid it is perfectly. -----------------------

do you know how many times I’ve been recommended a book solely because “it’s queer fantasy!”