Norman stirred, he didn't know why but. . . He was awake.
He didn't feel feel sick, he didn't hear anything but he also knew he dad was safe upstairs sleeping, must have been pretty tired.
. . .
!
Theodore was curled up, clutching his teddy as his face scrunched up, tears running down his face.
"Nightmare. . ."
Norman crawled to Theodore's side, rested his hand on Theodore's shoulder.
"It's okay. . . It's okay. . . I'm here. . ."

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Theodore shrank, the Shadow that now had a purple scar around his neck and the purple cracks travelled up their face.
It unhinged it's jaw, the cracking making Theodore's only cry more.
. . .
Then the darkness felt, warm.
Theodore looked up from his knees, the shadow backing away as it began to cower from him.
And. . . Was it, burning?
Theodore watched the white cracks began to travel up it's body, the purple cracks too; All while it was beginning to smoke.
Theodore slowly found his stance, and watch it destroy itself and then it was. . . Gone.
One moment it was there and then it wasn't.
. . .
He felt at peace a little, he didn't feel completely better but he felt safe from the monster.

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Theodore seemed to settle a little, Norman laid back down but close to Theodore to help him feel better even if just a little.