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For as long as I remembered, I always seemed to ooze an authoritative presence that silenced every kid in town. I did what some of my teachers could not, discipline and frighten the class clowns and jokers into obedience just by staring in their direction.

But it also meant nobody ever wanted to talk or befriend me, because everyone was keeping their distance.

Until, today, when a teenager waves at me with a big grin on his face.

"Johnny! Hey, it's been a while, where's the terrifying thing on your head?"

I shake my head and tell him I have no clue what he was talking about. But it feels good to be able to hold a perfectly normal conversation about the weather and my day in general.

After the teenager leaves, Mr. Fluffles crawls out of my hoodie and perches on top of my head as he usually does. I had no idea what he was talking about. I don't recall having a terrifying creature on my head. Isn't that right, Mr. Fluffles? Haven't you always been the fluffiest dog fairy to sit on my head?

Mr. Fluffles gives a happy bark and I throw him a handful of kibbles. He snatches it in the air with all six of his whip-like tongues and we continue on our way home after work.

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Submitted by Tregonial on Thu, Mar 16, 2023 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

Whenever you walk into a room, all young kids go silent and behave. You always thought you just had an authoritive presence. In your mid-20's, you see a teenager who recognises you. They ask where the terrifying creature on the top of your head went. You have no clue what they mean.