I sat on the edge of the cliff formed of cardboard. The air whistled past my ears as it was sucked into the swirling abyss below me.

I looked behind me to be sure the door was still closed. Still letting me hide from the world, at least for a little while.

I wasn't sure at what point I started screaming, it had started as a grumble, then a growl and then a half hearted shout. And then, it was a scream so loud and long that it dried out my throat. I started to cough.

"You do realize you are interrupting my shows, right?"

I jumped on hearing the somber male voice.

"Oh, um, sorry." I muttered, horrified that someone had heard my outburst.

"Oh, you're upset." He grumbled thoughtfully. He rubbed his chin with his pale purple tentacle as he pondered this. Oh, I might have forgotten to mention that he was a round headed tentacle creature, in a pale brown trench coat, he wore some Hawaiian swimming trunks and a shirt saying "It's not a Cult, it's team building." underneath. He crouched down to look me in the eyes. "I thought you were simply trying to see how loud you could shout. but you are genuinely upset."

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I didn't say anything too mortified.

"If you need to come here to scream you are welcome to do it, dear. Just pretend I'm not here." He patted my head awkwardly with one of the tentacles, unsure if he should say anything else. He hummed a little bit before adding "I do have some orange juice if you like. I am really not used to visitors so you will have to excuse the mess."

"Um, what?" I asked flummoxed, this was my little place to hide, play, be a dork and sometimes, like now, scream. A world that connected to my own via my closet. Like Narnia, but like... a lot less magical wonder and a lot more gaping maw of infinite darkness. Before you ask...yes, I do throw junk into here if I am in a hurry to clean my room. Only downside is that I don't get anything back.