“So in general we’re pretty decent creatures,” said Clive. “We defend our assignments, we sympathize, we empathize, and we try to understand – from our limited position – what you human types are going through. We especially love the children because they can see us and because they talk to us, and even though their prattling on is often unintelligible, it’s refreshing for us to be noticed and heard and listened to.”
“That’s really all anybody wants, sent it?”
“Indeed. But there’s another side to KerDoodles. We’re not all sweetness and light. We’re not all kind and caring and loving. Just like people, some of us are exactly the opposite. In fact, there are some KerDoodles that are downright evil.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said. “It’s not possible!”
“Why not? There are different kinds of people, too. There are different motives in play. And besides, where do you think we KerDoodles get our energy from? Good or bad, we get it from you. And there are times when it’s very bad.”
He paused. He seemed to be thinking about something quite serious.
“I’ve had several run-ins of my own with a particularly bad one – an evil KerDoodle we call Rottenvater. He is bad. He is the KerDoodle children run away from. When a child talks about a monster under the bed – that’s who they mean. He’s not only uncaring and unkind, he’s sadistic. He takes delight in the torments he causes, and in the pain that follows him around. He measures himself by how much trouble he causes. And he causes a lot of trouble.”
“Whoa,” I breathed. “I don’t think I want to run into him then.”
And that’s when I looked behind him.
“Um, this Rottenvater,” I said. “What does he look like?”
“Well, he’s big and square and grey. He has a powerful glare from eyes that look like they could cut through steel, and there’s a thin combover of bright red-yellow hair that makes you want to laugh, though you don’t dare. There was something on his chin when I last saw him – like entrails, or the remains of a recent kill, or it might have been rust or something. He floats in the air like a really evil balloon… He’s got powers, too, and he’s quite happy to use them against anyone who he thinks is an enemy. Why do you ask?”
“Well, don’t look now, but I think he’s here.”
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