As it happened, though, the inhabitant of the house was not sleeping too well. She was a woman in her early 30s, with short brown hair and wearing a green dressing gown. Rather unassuming, one might think, but in fact she was a babysitter...and not just any babysitter. This was Clair, the infamous "Brat Whisperer", who was well known for her strict punishments delivered towards unruly children and teenagers.
Recently, she had caught a cold. Whilst most of the side affects had gone away, her throat still felt a little dry, and she'd sometimes need a glass of water. She'd just gotten out of bed and was heading down the stairs when she heard something...from the kitchen. Wondering what it was, she slowly walked downstairs and carefully opened the door....before throwing the lightswitch on.
"Excuse me," she said, "What do you think you're doing?" She was understandably shocked, but still tried to show she wasn't scared of whatever this figure was.
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Eye of the Megaraptor, lurking the darkness, on the lookout for bottoms to smack and impliments to eat.
It's a strange life, but someone has to do it, right?
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