Mr. Sandman

Brendon

Patrick's POV ((Age 7))

Mr. Sandman and I usually talk about an hour before I go to bed. He never comes out from under the bed, though. He says he doesn't want to scare me. I know I've seen him before, but I don't remember what he looks like.

He gave me a really weird drink once, and sang a song while I drank it ((insert the chorus of run dry here only because he's drinking to forget)). After that, I remembered nothing about him, except for the fact that he lived under my bed. He'd always talk to me when I was upset though. Like one time, Mommy yelled at me for wetting the bed. I sat on the floor crying, while Mr. Sandman told me everything would be okay. His voice always seems to make me feel better.

Mommy sent me to bed an hour ago, but I like to stay up so I can talk to Mr. Sandman. He's my best friend in the whole world. Well, besides my friend, Joe. Joe has really cool hair. It's really poofy, and it's brown. I told Daddy that I want hair like Joe's for Christmas. He laughed when I said that though. I don't understand why.

"Mr. Sandman?"

"Yes, Patrick?"

"Why is Mommy's tummy so big?"

"She's pregnant."

"What does pregnant mean?"

"Well, I'm not sure how to answer that, buddy."

"Okay."

I really want a hug from Mr. Sandman. I had a really really bad day at school. Brendon told me no one likes me. Even Joe. I don't want to tell Mommy because I don't want her to be stressed.

"Mr. Sandman?"

"Yes?"

"Can I please have a hug? I had a really really bad day."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to scare you."

"You won't scare me!"

"Yes I will. I scare everybody."

"I doubt that."

"You can tell me what happened, but I don't want to come out."

"Well, Joe wasn't at school today, so Brendon was being a big bully."

"Brendon Urie?"

"Y-yeah," I stutter out.

"Oh no, tell me what happened."

"So I was minding my own business at lunch, and he came over and he was like, 'Patrick, do you know why you're sitting all alone? Because no one likes you, even Joe.'"

"That boy I swear. If I could make him sleep forever I would."

"And then at recess, no one played with me."

"Oh, Patrick, I'm sorry you had a bad day," he says.

"S'okay," I said quietly.

"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We don't want mom to be mad at you for staying up so late."

"Okay, Mr. Sandman."

I burrow myself into my blankets, and he quietly sings me to sleep.

If all our life is but a dream,
fantastic posing greed then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be,
just like broken glass to me

"Mr. Sandman?"

"Patrick?"

"Has anyone ever told you you have a great voice?"

He chuckles, "No, Patrick, only you have."

He continues singing, causing me to yawn. "What's that song called?"

"Northern Downpour."

"I like it."

"Let me finish the song"

"Okay. Goodnight Mr. Sandman."

"Goodnight. Sleep well."

He nears the end of the song, and I feel myself slowly fall asleep.

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Mr. Sandman's POV ((since I feel like Patrick's POV sucks and its short)) ((and Btw this is set when Patrick gets home from school))

For the past seven years, I've been living under Patrick's bed. Make it as creepy as you want, but everybody has their own monster under their bed. I happen to be the only Sandman in existence. My real name is Pete, but it'd be weird for Patrick to tell his parents that his friend, Pete, lives under his bed. I was sent to help Patrick sleep. I'm one of those "weak monsters that can't do much."

My friend Gerard (who is in Patrick's parent's room) is also one of those monsters like me, but he's able to spice up a love life, which is most likely the reason Patrick's parents are still together. They bicker over little things, and it's a miracle I make it through the day.

Gerard writes a lot of cool songs, which helps me lull Patrick to sleep. His parents never seem to have the time for him anymore, which upsets me. When his older sister, Elisa, was still here, they were that picture perfect family. Now they argue over who's taking him to soccer practice. Patrick always stays up late to talk to me. I tell him that he should get his sleep, but he insists on talking to me.

We aren't supposed to reveal our existence to humans, but he's the one who found me, so technically it doesn't count. He tells me everyday I'm his best friend. I guess that's pretty cool.

Patrick enters the room, and I see his reflection through a mirror. His messy strawberry blond hair is short, but slowly growing. He has a flannel on, along with blue jeans the boy I remember three years ago has changed a lot. I see him everyday through his mirror, but it's never dawned on my how much the small child has grown.

He looks like he wants to cry, but I keep silent. I know he likes being alone to blow off steam. He flings his backpack onto his bed, scaring the living daylights out of me. He sinks down to the floor, and beings bawling his eyes out. His dad is the only other person present in the home, but he won't care that Patrick is crying. His mother is still at work, so I'm the only person that knows and cares that he is crying.

"Trick?" I whisper so that it doesn't startle him.

"What?"

"What's wrong, buddy?"

"Can I tell you later?"

"Sure."

I swear if it's that Brendon kid that's messing with him again, I will make sure that kid gets it. He never leaves Patrick alone, and it hurts to see him like this. Brendon has absolutely nothing better to do.

Patrick eventually stops crying. He clumisly gets up, and walks out of the room. I must've been to preoccupied worrying about him that I didn't hear his mom come home. He quickly comes back in, and says, "Dinner."

Now I have to stay here in silence until he comes back.