• okay so
• it's late at night and you wake up startled.• The images of your bad dream stay fresh in your mind
• and the creepy scenes of two glowing eyes staring at you from your window replay over and over again• *cough* peniswise *cough*
• usually, you wouldn't get all worked up over having bad dreams
• but this one felt very real
• and it took a toll on you• and of all the nights, you weren't spending this particular one with your boys.
• great
• just great 👍• you curl up in your bed
• making sure that all your limbs are tucked under the blanket
• and face the window, because turning your back to it would make your imagination run wild
• so you'd rather make sure that nothing stands beyond the glass.• but that doesn't help either
• you feel as if something could jump out at any moment• and then you remember
• you didn't lock the window• (。•́‿•̀。)
• "NOPE NOPE I'M NOT DYING TONIGHT"
• You quicky grab your phone
• and dial the first number that comes to your mind• which happens to be Victor's
• BUT HE DOESN'T FUCKING ANSWER
• EXCUSE ME• Then you realize he must be sleeping
• althought thats no excuse I mean YOU COULD BE DYING FOR FUCKS SAKE• But It's like 4 in the morning who the fuck would be awake at-
• AJSJAJKS PATRICK
• So you quickly call Patrick• he surprisingly answers very quickly
• "why in hell are you disturbing m-"
• "PATRICK COME OVER OR I'M GONNA GET KILLED"
• "What the fuck"• so you explain to him that you had a horrible Nightmare and
• well, he laughs at you• "oh my god you're such a baby"
• "PATRICK I'M SERIOUS"• He finally agrees to come over because apparently he didn't have anything better to do anyway.
• although, he claimed that 'if he has to deal with your stupid shit, so do the others'• before you could ask what he ment he hung up.
• about twenty-five minutes later, your window opens
• and you're hoping it's not some Demon• but it is one
• but this one's called Patrick Hockstetter and it's harmless towards you and as long as you feed it chocolate so you can keep it as your pet• lol why did I write that
• anyway
• Patrick is carrying an angry Henry and a sleepy Victor
• and Reggie is followig behind them• Patrick tosses Henry and Victor on your bed and attenpts to jump out of the window while yelling that his job there was done (wtf)
• but he was stopped by Reggie, who then also locked the window.• "Y/n, please explain to me why thE FUCK DID PATRICK BREAK INTO MY HOUSE, VIOLENTLY SHOOK ME AWAKE AND BROUGHT ME HERE?!?!?!?!"
• ^ that was Henry• all eyes then shifted to you and you siddenly felt so small
• before you could answer, Patrick casually stated that you had a Nightmare• Reggie immediately appeared by your side and asked if you wanted to talk about the dream.
• you decided against it, just asking for them to keep you safe• So they all piled up on your bed, laying on each side of you
• but only after claiming that you were overdramatic• after a while Henry stated: "I can't believe the first person you called for help was fucking Patrick"
• "HEY WHAT'S THAT SUPPO-"
• "Actually I called Victor first but he didn't answer."• bitch claimed he keeps his phone on silenT
• "I'm SORRY BUT I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP Y/N"• ...
• "so you'd just leave me to die"
• "WHAT NO"
• "so you don't care about me"
• "OH MY GOD WHAT"• Messing with Victor kinda got your mind off of the creepy dream
• and the laughter of your boys lulled you back to sleep.--------
• They were still there when you awoke in the morning.
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Bowers gang x reader POLY
Fanfiction• Headcanons for Poly relationship between the Bowers gang and the reader. • By "Poly" I mean everyone in the gang dating each other, not just the reader. • I do not own any of these Characters. • I will consider writing Imagines too. • ♡ Sidenote:...