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emerging, cheery
anxietycloset wrote in milliways_bar
The broom closet door swings open, and out peeps a huge purple rhinoceroid monster... in an incongruously small bowler hat.

"Oh, my! This is new!"

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The monster is being Eyed by a blue-skinned man in a British police uniform.

"Look who's talking."

The Snorklewacker raises an eyebrow, but, hey, he is, as mentioned, a huge purple polka-dotted monster and is in no position to judge.

He chuckles. "Yes, of course, sir, but that's my job. Although I suppose it's the job of this place, too..."

"Why, startling people! I wouldn't be a very effective nightmare if I were boring, now would I?"

Blink. Blink.

"You're a nightmare."

It's not really a question. More of a 'pull the other one, it's got bells on.'

"You betcha!" says the beast cheerily. "Nightmare, Anxiety, bogeyman, whatever you prefer to call it. I mostly serve children, but I'm always flexible."

"And you're supposed to be scary."

Bob's perspective on things might be a little bit skewed by his profession. When you spend your days battling zombie Nazis in Games, a comical giant purple thing isn't all that intimidating.

The Snorklewacker gives him a mildly affronted look and says, "When you're four feet tall and I'm lunging out of your closet to grab you, yes."

Bob smirks. "Hate to break it to you, pal, but this is a bar. Not too many kids around here."

"I've seen a few. But everyone has their own personal Anxieties."

"So, what, are you a shapeshifter or something?"

"No, no, I just fetch the others as necessary."

"More specialized Anxieties. Like I said, everyone has them." He peers closely at Bob, nods in satisfaction, says "Just a tick!" and vanishes back into the closet.

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