And the Hits Keep Coming!

Hey folks, Rodney here. I know it's been awhile, but I've been super busy what with my naiad problem and all. If you don't remember, the kid and his mother were out of the house for some vacation time and I decided to throw a little pool party. Well long story short, three naiads have laid claim to the swimming pool and won't leave. I've been at my wits end. The owners are gonna be home within the week and I've got nothing. First I tried to bribe them and well they really don't do the money thing, they only want tribute and they say they get that from the pool. I tried to get Davy to talk sense into them since he's basically dating them. He told me that he didn't want to get involved, that it wasn't right to try to put him between friends. I quickly reminded him that technically I've only swore off eating children and that his girlfriend and sisters were fair game. I told him that I wouldn't feel guilty in the slightest, after all I kinda ate my would be girlfriend upon our first encounter. He said I was being mean and made me promise not to eat them. I really wouldn't have eaten them anyway. Greek food gives me the runs something awful, I think it's all the olive oil. Anyway after some research, I found out that if a naiad's water source was to become polluted beyond repair, they would abandon it. So I was thinking SCORE! I just need to dirty up the pool something serious. I tried all manners of nasty to foul up the pool to no avail. I was just about to give up when my salvation walked into my monthly meeting. The meeting was about to get under way when the door opened and we were hit in the face with the most putrid, foul, rotten smelling aroma, a truly beautiful thing. I looked up and there was the most stunningly beautiful women I have ever seen. She took off her coat to reveal the cutest yellow shortcut sundress. The yellow really brought out the green of her, well her everything. This chic was sea green from head to toe. I know this because she was wearing flip-flops. She introduced herself, her name was Bri, short from Bronya. She was Russian and had the accent to back it up. Turns out she's a Rusalka, it's kinda of a zombie Russian mermaid. The best part is they can claim bodies of water and pollute them, that's right people! Anti-Naiads! From what I'm told their shtick is to lure hapless men with their beauty back to their waterholes, drown them and them eat them. She said she's gone vegan and doesn't want to eat men anymore. My counselor was quick to point out the similarities in our vices so she sat next to me. During the break we talked and she asked if I could be her sponsor, of course I said yes. I told her about the problem I was having, I hadn't even finished the story and she was already asking if she could help get rid of them. Turns out she went on vacation to Greece once and had nothing but problems from the local naiads. They wouldn't even let near so much as a drinking fountain. The meeting was winding down and I was just about to invite her back to my place with some of the guys when the unthinkable happened, scratch that, the unimaginable happened! The door opened once more and in walked a human, not just any human, my human! Standing in the door way to my meeting was the grown man that used to be the last child I tormented. The child that made me want to be a better person. The child I didn't eat! Now most of us use some sort of Glamour to conceal ourselves to we can move about in public, unfortunately I didn't wear any tonight. It was super dark out tonight so I figured my hat and trench coat would be enough to conceal me. He walked in and looked around the room, he looked right at me. I had just put my coat and hat on and was in the process of shortening myself up so I don't think he recognized me. He came in and asked if this was the Monster Therapy Support Group, of course Bill, our counselor said it was. Told him to come in and introduce himself. he said "Hello, my name is Scotty and i've been afraid of the dark and scared of monsters ever since I was three years old. I've been on medication and in therapy for as long as I can remember and I'm finally ready to admit that I'm not afraid anymore and I know there are no such things as monsters!" Well at that the entire room fell silent except for a few coughs of surprise as it started to dawn on everyone here exactly what Scotty was. After a long uncomfortable silence, laughter began to spread across the room. Scotty was visibly upset, he looked like he was about to cry when Bill stood up and took control . He told everyone to just calm down and started talking, "Now Scotty came here not knowing anyone or what to expect, walked in here and poured his heart out and this is how you treat him?" Everyone started to quiet up , I was sitting motionless in the back of the room. Bill turned Scotty around and started to talk to him directly, asked him what he thought a monster was. After all, aren't there real monsters everywhere? Child molester, murderers, dictators? Scotty said no, not like that, real life monsters like the kind that live under beds and in closets. Bill asked well if they were real then couldn't it be believed that among them they were mostly nice, hard working folks just trying to make it in the world and that a select few run ins with some bad apples could have possibly ruined the bunch? You know like not all humans are bad just because you saw some on the news and isn't the term "Monster" just a broad generalization that could cover all sorts of people? While Bill had Scotty's attention I quickly exchanged numbers with Bri and started to make my way to the door. I continued to listen to Bill as I made my break for it. He asked Scotty what if there were real "Monsters", if they were decent good people would he have a problem with them, would he be scared of them just because they look different? Scotty said "I guess not, but they're not real so it doesn't matter." Bill asked him "What if I told you that you were in a room full of them right now? Now Scotty, I don't want you to be afraid, no one here wants to hurt you. In fact we want to help you. Do you want to know the truth? Can you handle it Scotty? He said he would try, I could hear the skepticism in his voice. With that Bill dropped his Glamour. Scotty gasped but was handling it pretty well, even for him. I just wanted to get out. Around the room I every one was "coming out" to Scotty, I could smell the fear starting to well up in him but he was still standing. I had just put my hand on the doorknob when Bill called from behind. "Rodney, you're the only one left." I wanted no part of this and tried to argue about it, but Bill was persistent. So, without turning around I took my hat off and set it on the nearest desk and slid my coat over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I extended myself to my full height, stretched my legs and arms out and that's when I heard the loud THUD! behind me. I was then rewarded with that familiar smell from our past. I am truly sorry Scotty. I picked up my coat and hat and walked out door. I wonder how this is going to turn out, will he show up again, will I have to find a new meeting? Who knows. Well, until next time people!