American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 914 Dad turns out to be a romantic man with plenty of imagination!
American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!
Chapter 914 Dad turns out to be a romantic man with plenty of imagination!Chapter 914 Dad turns out to be a romantic man with plenty of imagination!
Padraic Farm.
As a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, a light drizzle began to fall.
Peter sent Courtney home and was about to rest.
As for dealing with Star-Lord and Tom, it was too late, so Peter planned to deal with them tomorrow.
As he passed by Theresa's room, he suddenly heard some noise coming from the room.
Confused, he stopped outside Theresa's room, trying to figure out what the noise was inside.
In Theresa's room.
Something startled her.
Theresa lay motionless in the dark, listening to the ticking of the clock and staring at the ceiling.
There were unusual noises outside, but the house was silent.
Then the sound came again.
It should be a scratching sound, like the scratching of fingernails.
Theresa turned over, stood up and looked out the window.
She saw her former friend Hannah staring at her on the other side of the glass, her skin as pale as a corpse and her eyes as bloodshot as a wild animal.
Hannah was a friend she knew who had died of illness before.
Now Hannah's lips and chin were stained with something black. When she noticed Theresa's shocked look at her, she smiled brightly, revealing her terrifying fangs that had grown longer and sharper.
"Let me in."
A voice spoke to her from outside. Theresa couldn't be sure whether these words penetrated the darkness and floated into her ears, or existed only in his mind.
Then she began to become aware of her inner fear: her body's reaction preceded her consciousness.
Theresa felt she had never been so scared.
She had never been so scared since the last time she was swimming from the buoy to shore at Smallwell Beach when her legs cramped and she thought she was going to drown.
Although she was a little scared, she made an accurate assessment of the situation in just a few seconds.
Theresa discovered that the danger she faced was more than just death.
"Let me in, Theresa, I want to play with you."
Hannah outside the window has turned into a monster, and there is no place for her to stay.
Theresa's room was on the second floor, and there was no ledge outside the window.
But I don't know how it does it, it's suspended in mid-air.
Maybe it's now treading on the shingles like a night insect.
"Theresa... I'm finally here, Theresa, please... let me in."
Monsters need to be invited in!Theresa had read this detail in a monster magazine. Persephone was always afraid that those magazines would be harmful to her body and mind, so she didn't let her read them, but she liked them very much.
Theresa nearly fell down at the horrifying scene before her.
Until this moment, she realized that the word "afraid" was too mild.
Even "terrified" can't describe how I feel at this moment.
The pale face outside the window tried to smile, but the monster had been immersed in darkness for too long and had forgotten how to smile.
What Theresa saw was a twitching face: bloodthirsty, stiff, miserable.-
"what!!!"
Before Theresa finished her story, Joan of Arc in the room screamed.
Peter, hearing the scream, immediately opened the door and entered Theresa's room.
Joan of Arc, who slept with Theresa, was so scared that she screamed when she heard Theresa's ghost story about "her good friend Hannah turning into a vampire and coming to find her."
As soon as Peter pushed open the door and entered, Joan of Arc immediately trotted and jumped onto Peter.
"Mr. Padraic!"
Jeanne hugged him tightly with some excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "Theresa said that she was visited by a good friend who died before."
Peter: "."
Seeing Theresa's guilty expression, Peter coughed and walked towards her.
"Bayonetta, how come I didn't know you had a good friend named Hannah."
This little witch is really good at making up stories, and she scared Joan of Arc quite a bit.
He knew Theresa very well; this naughty girl had never had a friend named Hannah.
This was probably a story she heard from somewhere, but she replaced the protagonist of the story with herself and told it to Joan of Arc.
"Um, Dad, the story about Hannah might actually be a dream. I don't remember it either."
Theresa said with a grunt.
With a loud "boom", a loud thunder sounded outside, and Joan of Arc was so scared that she hugged his neck tightly.
"On rainy days, especially during thunderstorms, don't hide under the covers and tell ghost stories, or you'll have sleepless nights."
Peter held Joan and laid her on the bed.
"Well, it's getting late. Let's go to bed early. There won't be any vampires here. Even if there are vampires, they won't dare to get close to here."
After Peter comforted Joan of Arc, he prepared to leave.
"gentlemen."
Joan of Arc suddenly called him.
"What's wrong, Elaina?"
Peter came over and squatted in front of Jeanne and Theresa and asked.
"Um. Do you think I'm a coward because of my scream just now?"
Jeanne asked a little embarrassedly.
She felt a little ashamed.
"No, of course not, because I have fears too."
Peter smiled at her. "Adults also have things they fear, but the things adults fear are not as scary as the things children fear."
Joan of Arc asked curiously, "Why?" "Because adults are boring. They use laxatives, alcohol and sleeping pills to drive away their fears and enjoy sleep. Their fears are always so boring and so ordinary: work, money, what will my wife think if I can't buy her a nice dress; does my wife still love me; who are my friends. And so on."
Peter cast his eyes out into the rainy night.
The sound of dripping rain drifted in through the window, making the room a little cooler.
Peter went on: "It's really boring. How can it compare to the fear of sleeping with a child in bed with the lights off? This kind of fear cannot be confided to adults. Children are willing to confess it only to other children, seeking complete and complete understanding."
"There are kids who have to deal with monsters under their beds and in their basements every night, monsters that stare and leap and threaten them in plain sight, and I don't know of any group therapy, psychiatrists or social workers to help them."
"For children, their lonely battle is fought nightly, and the only cure is the eventual exhaustion of the imagination, also known as 'growing up.'"
Theresa and Joan of Arc were slightly stunned after listening to Peter's words.
Joan of Arc felt that she had misunderstood Peter before.
It turns out that not all adults don’t understand children.
It turns out that Mr. Peter has always been very aware of children's fears.
"Sir, don't you want to grow up?"
Zhende asked in a sad tone.
"Every adult wants to go back to being a child. I hope my daughters, Theresa, and Elena, will not run out of imagination even when you grow up."
Peter squatted down and patted Jeanne and Theresa's heads gently.
"Okay, it's getting late. Go to bed early, Theresa, and stop telling stories to scare Elena."
"Okay, Daddy!"
Theresa nodded obediently.
After Peter left, she turned over.
"It turns out that Dad is a romantic man."
Theresa said to Jeanne with sparkling eyes, "When Daddy was little, he must have been a little kid who was afraid of ghosts, but later he grew up to be an imaginative and romantic person. I really want to go and see what Daddy was like when he was little."
Jeanne nodded, "Me too."
She also wanted to go back in time to see if Peter was afraid of ghosts when he was a child.
Silent all night.
In the early morning after the rain, the town exudes a special earthy fragrance.
The incandescent lights in the basement cast a cold light on the metal workbench, and Courtney's fingers gently stroked the dark blue fiber fabric.
Pat worked all night making her battle suit.
"Pat, is this thing really bulletproof?"
She raised an eyebrow and poked the surface of the fabric with her fingertips.
Pat Dugan looked up from a pile of circuit boards.
"Bulletproof? It can also absorb kinetic impacts, regulate body temperature, and even--"
He pressed a button on the console, and the fabric suddenly flashed with nebula-like patterns, "-disguised as ordinary clothes."
Courtney's breathing hitched.
The scanner's laser line moved across her body, wrapping around her shoulders, waistline, and calves like a ribbon.
Pat stared at the data in the machine, frowning slightly.
"Your muscle distribution is different from Starman's, so you need a more flexible joint design."
"So...I have to wear tights?"
Courtney made a face, and her eyes widened when she saw the prototype of the battle suit in the projection.
The streamlined dark blue background and the constellation patterns woven with gold threads converge into a five-pointed star on the chest. The wristbands and boots are embedded with micro energy nodes, as if they can burst out with starlight at any time.
"This...isn't it too cool?!"
"Of course, this is my big move."
Pat said, handing her a uniform adapted from Starman's.
"Try it."
Courtney took a deep breath and began to dress.
The moment you put it on, the fibers of the suit fit tightly to your body.
She subconsciously did a gymnastics backward flip.
The suit did not hinder her at all and even enhanced her flexibility.
"Wow!"
She spun in a circle, the star pattern on the fabric flowing with her movements.
Pat opened the safe and took out a pair of wrist guards.
"This is also what Star Man used before."
The moment he took the wristband and buckled it on her wrist, Courtney felt a warm current flowing into her blood vessels, as if her strength had increased a lot and her body had become lighter.
Courtney stood in front of the floor-length mirror, her complete battle suit sheen shining like stars under the light.
She gently touched the five-pointed star on her chest.
"Click."
The Star Staff sensed the energy field of the battle suit, flew from the corner of the wall, and landed steadily in her hands.
The golden light intertwined along the staff and the patterns on the battle suit, as if the entire starry sky was crowning her.
The girl in the mirror raised her chin, and the star pattern on her battle suit shone brightly as she smiled.
"Thank you! Star-Spangled, you are my good assistant now! I can team up with Mr. Peter!"
Pat: Assistant?Am I an assistant again?
And I'm not your partner?!
After putting on her uniform and hood, Courtney headed to school in a good mood.
But soon she ran into big trouble.
(End of this chapter)