Guess What, Donno?

"Donno?" A high pitched voice floated out of the darkness.

A faint stirring came from deep within the pile of blankets.

"Um, excuse me," the voice piped up again, "I don't mean to bother you, Mr. Donno, but..."

The sleeping lump rolled over and pulled the pillow over its head.

"Mr. Donno," said the voice, and it sounded closer now, "Mr. Donno, you must...Mr. Donno? Wake up now, okay? Please wake up."

Donno slowly raised his head from underneath the blankets and blinked as he struggled to locate the source of the voice. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he managed to make out a dark, childlike figure standing beside his bed.

"Donno!" Came the voice, and the creature's dark head suddenly descended out of the shadows and filled his vision. Too gleaming red eyes stared out of the shadowy face, above a tiny puckered mouth. When the creature spoke again, Donno caught a glimpse of glimmering white, pointed teeth.

The creature, now leaning over him, said, "Oh good, you're awake. This is wonderful. Splendid."

Donno struggled to speak. "I..." He raised one hand to his face to brush the hair out of his eyes, but the creature grabbed his wrist and began to pull him out of bed. Its hands felt thin and wiry, but he winced as he felt what seemed like claws dig into his skin. For being small, the creature had a surprisingly strong grip.

"Stop. Stop." Donno gasped, wrenching his hand back from the creature's. "What do you want? How did you get in here? Where are you going to take--?"

As Donno's eyes had begun to adjust to the dark room, he managed to take a better look at the creature. He couldn't see its face clearly, except for the eyes and the lips, but he could make out tufts of hair around it's head, and the general outline of a human face.  He saw that the body, though child-sized, was gnarled and hunched over, as though it belonged to an old man. And that voice...

"Donno." The creature shook its head sadly. "Mr. Donno, you know as well as I that this is no time to ask silly questions. Now come along."

"No, I don't know," Donno snapped. "I'm scared."

The creature stepped back from the bed and studied the boy silently for several seconds. "I've come all this way," it murmured to itself in a pathetic voice. 'I don't know,' he says. 'I'm scared.'" It began to cry.

"I'm sorry," said Donno, confused. "I didn't know I was supposed to know you."

The creature grabbed his hand and yanked him out of bed.

 

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