Imagine JackieBoyMan Being Chase’s Kids Uncle. Imagine His Coming To Visit The Family Every Few Weekends,

Imagine JackieBoyMan being Chase’s kids uncle. Imagine his coming to visit the family every few weekends, even after Chase left, just to check on how Stacey’s coping and to play with the kids. Imagine the kids looking up to Jackie as a real super hero, and feeling inspired to be their own super heroes, making their own super hero costumes, with cut out cloth masks, tying their hoodies around their shoulders like capes, wearing wellington boots and winter gloves as Power Boots and Gloves.  Imagine Jackie ‘training’ them, teaching them self defence fighting moves, telling them to always call out their ‘battle cry’ for help whenever a bad guy approaches them in a public place, teaching them basic first aid like stopping bleeding out and how to deal with wounds.  Imagine Uncle Jackie telling the kids that he’s not always going to be ready to save the day, and that they have the power to save the day, in small ways, even if it’s only saving their home and their family. After that, Jackie isn’t seen again. Imagine Chase’s kids finally feeling they can save the world, so they start small. They help out when their mom needs to clean up around the house. They wait by the crossing outside their house to make sure people look before crossing the street. They make sure the cats don’t go anywhere near the tree where a bird has a nest of chicks to looks after. They go to comfort their mom when she has another night spent crying in the lounge.  Imagine one night they decide to finally defeat the monster under their bed. The monster that giggles at them in the night. The monster that caused their parents to split up. The monster that pretends to be their dad.  They finally follow where the monster goes. They crawl under the bed and see a small gap, just big enough to pass through. They end up in a place of nothing but black and red. They hear their dad screaming. They run to him.  Imagine Chase curling in on himself, covering his bleeding ears with his shaking hands, tears streaming from his face. Around him the monster dances over him, swiping a knife at him and laughing as Chase dodges it while shrieking in fear. The monster mocks him, teases him, giggles like a menacing child, repeating the horrible things Chase had said to the ones he loved in anger, perfectly mimicking his voice. Chase can’t take anymore. Nothing was going to save him. Imagine Chase suddenly hearing the triumphant battle cries of his kids as they charge and push the monster away, the monster staggers back in confusion, dropping it’s knife in the process, which the kids kick away. Chase looks up to see his kids, dressed in their make-shift super hero costumes, standing between himself and the monster, staring the monster down. They announce their victory over the monster, saying it doesn’t scare them anymore, and they are more than ready to save their dad whenever he falls into trouble from that point on.  Imagine the monster shaking in rage, as it realises that even with the super hero gone there’s always going to be someone in its way, someone to stop its plans, someone to cut the strings off its puppets. It disappears into the darkness and doesn’t come back.  Imagine the kids helping their dad up and leading him out to the red and black nightmare. They pass back into reality at Chase’s flat and they make sure their dad gets to his bed and is comfortable, before leaving to go back to their own beds at home.  Imagine the kids waking up to find themselves still under their beds, as if it was all a dream. They go about their day slightly unsure if it was real or not, until their dad comes around to visit and passes them something; one of their cut-out masks, that he said he found on the floor of his bedroom. They all gather in a big hug as Chase says:  “You’re my heroes.”