• 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.
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• They were still there when you awoke in the morning.