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A/N: Being egged on by mods.

Ao3
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          As
with every time Alcor blipped into the material world, Bentley had to squash
down his urge to jump and find somewhere to hide. It had been months since
their unfortunate misunderstanding when they’d first met, and although he was
lacking in his ability to ‘human,’ so to speak, he hadn’t made any move to hurt
Bentley or his father.

           It
was just annoying when Alcor teleported into his room when he was asleep,
because he always, always woke up
when Alcor did this and no amount of ‘please I am a young teenager who needs
his sleep please let me sleep I want to be much taller than my father one day I
need the sleep’ would convince him to cease and desist with this particular
habit.

           “Alcor,
why,” he asked, tongue thick with
sleep. He turned his head to look at the clock on the wall and groaned, getting
ready to snap the lights on. “Alcor, it’s 6:50, why are you waking me up an
hour before I need to be oh my god what.”

           Alcor
the Dreambender was floating over him, nose just inches from Bentley’s and
golden pupils engulfing almost the entire sclera. He stared at Bentley and didn’t
say a single word in the half second it took for Bentley to nope the hell out
of that situation.
           With a strangled yell, Bentley
kicked the sheets off and rolled off the bed before pushing himself under it,
taking solace in the fact that Alcor couldn’t float so close to him if the bed
was there. He stared up at the bottom of the bed, at the mattress frames, and
for the next few moments, it was quiet. Quiet enough that Bentley started to
think that he’d maybe just hallucinated the demon.

           And
then the bed went up.

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