Viks was up because he couldnt sleep,so he decided to move to the living room to watch tv. He staggered out from his bed with a pair of swollen eyes,blakened sockets, a stiff back and a rigid neck,looking unlike the undead as he embraced their time of day. Viks got the shivers as the living room was dead and the night was alive.As he tiptoed down the wooden stairs, Viks hoped he was the only creature up although he feared the loneliness,as when all you could see are your hands and feet you are terrorised by the slightest bump, the stealthiest thump and the simplest caress on those limbs that connect you them.But Viks was a brave young boy who didnt buy into such irrational jerks.He soon shook it all out, telling to himself it was just crickets and dripping taps. He went on with a gallant look as he stared into the empty room, wanting to stare down monsters. He murmured "I am not a liltle boy anymore" over and over again for he believed this words were monster kryptonite,that, once hummed, would place a spell which spelled "MONSTERS DONT EXIST!" on the murky, silet room. He wanted teevee and teevee he would get danger or no danger. Viks was a brave young boy who didnt buy into such unreasonable inputs, and so he jaunt his way in, chests risen,from the last step of stairs to the living room.He turned the television on when he found the remote,and what he saw in it was a skinny liltle kid, bobbling his way back to bed, tired from watching tv.Suddenly a shriek was heard,the screen turned blank. His throat took a lump and his stomach slammed into his lungs, Viks was shaken and stirred as he realised who he was. Who he was was that skinny liltle kid who in an instant fell victim to what laid ahead.What lays ahead? he squirmed and shuddered discomfortly in the chair, with cushions and pillows wrapped all around him. He wriggled and wriggled all about,he was agitated, he couldnt just stay so he swayed from one armrest to another.He thought he had thought it all out. All there was to do ws to mutter those magic words "I am not a liltle boy anymore" and things would be as fine as things would be on that line. But now, admist the blank screen and the static roar emanating from it, he knew he was wrong. he knew he was wrong even though he still thought it was wrong to be thinking so illogically and to be fluttering so insanely. Viks took on his instincts and found his instincts took him on, thus he was here now smothered to the nose with cushions that were meant to be sat on with your butt and to be laid against your back. He was a knight, a knight with armour plates made from wool and fluff, pulsing to the rhythm of the cold freezing night.Suddenly, a flicker of an image registered on screen, his eyes balooned as large as chicken eggs as the brave liltle boy who was him reappeared in the scene. What lays ahead? it spiralled and spiralled in him before this. Now the spinning stopped, it was time to learn what happened, whether he still was that liltle skinny boy and not a skinny pile of bones. Viks quivered as he sunk deeper and deeper into his tent of cushions, till eventually it submerged his eyes blocking his view of the screen. He was scared, afraid of being a skinny pile of bones and not a skinny liltle boy who was just a skinny pile of bones to any predator which may lurk beyond his hands and feet and so wasnt worth a mea.But Viks needed the truth, he needed to know what happened. So he rose from his covers and glimpsed with a keenness not present since he started being a liltle boy again. He had forgotten his initial fright, he was pumped with curiosity,with a nosiness only possible through a boldness only available in that liltle brave boy who could stare down monsters and who would stray into living rooms chanting "I'm not a liltle boy anymore".What laid ahead was a mouse scattering about searching for the scrapings of the cheeze which that skinny liltle kid ate for supper before he went out of his room to watch tv, and when he was tired he went back to it and screamed a tear so bare it terrified the liltle skinny boy on this side of the screen. The liltle viks in the liltle brave boy this side of the screen was assured. He laughed a loud puff when he saw who he was, a fool the idiot box made fun off. He turned off the tv as he whipped out a joke mocking himself by suggesting it was enough suspense for one night. And so he bobbed of to bed, till a shriek was heard and brave skinny liltle viks found out his brothers registered him for fear factor, home challenge, where he was supposed to swallow a mouse whole for supper.