#thenightmare

You were crouched stiffly against the dilapidated wall of the asylum, back aching as you listened intently to the growing hum of Freddy’s lullaby 

Your neck audibly cracked as you peeked over the wall. You hissed at the stinging pain that struck your face, gagging at the copper smell that tainted your lungs. The Nightmare laughed as you turned, booking it towards the killer shack. You grinned with hesitance, noticing that the ‘God’ pallet, as Nea had called it had yet to be used. 

You whipped around once you stepped into the shack, looking for the red stain that warned you of Freddy’s current position. He scowled at the sight of you waiting at the palette, wanting nothing more than to down you and hook you in the basement; lucky for you, it was on the other side of Crotus Prenn Asylum

“Come on Bitch,” You muttered, knowing he heard you. Freddy let out an animalistic growl but stood still. He was inching closer and closer, waiting till your drowsy state lowered your guard. You saw something move out of the corner of your eye, but you ignored it; good choice. 

The midget sized nightmare lunged, only to be hit across his bacon-esque face with the mirage of colored planks and tearing rope. 

“You’re a whore,” Freddy cackled out as you backed away from the dropped palette. “Right back at ya,” you snapped. A hand, warm and calloused, wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back as the Nightmare started to kick down the palette. 

The Springwood teen gave you a shaky smile as you allowed him to pull you away from the fuming Champion. Nea grinned when she saw the two of you, clicking her flashlight in anticipation of a good chase.

“He’s all yours,” You smiled, allowing Quentin to tend to your wounds. You hissed softly, ignoring his quiet apology as he wiped the cuts with alcohol. Your hands played with Quentin’s jacket,  gently twisting the fabric amongst your fingers and palms as your eyes closed from the sudden drowsiness you were feeling. 

“Don’t fall asleep,” Your eyes snapped open, a content hum leaving your lips as you fell into Quentin's warm embrace. 

“Easier said than done, Smith,” He smiled, giving you a gentle squeeze before hesitantly pulling away. He knew once the exit gates were all roaring with life, you would snap out of your drowsy state, and bounce around with the adrenaline pushing you towards the exits while dragging him behind you. 

“Come on,” You stood, allowing him to pull you along, “Jake’s got a gen at the Hill,” You nodded, trying to focus on the trial you had been abruptly thrown into.

When the last generator roared to life, you snapped out of your daze, and pulled your boyfriend towards the closest exit gate, with Jake in tow of course. Nea had been running Freddy around the forest for while, and while you were thankful for her ‘toxic survivor’ nature, you wished she wouldn’t be so willing to  sacrifice herself; she was one of your closest friends after all. 

The smile on your face was wiped away when you heard her chill-inducing scream. The gates open, the entities appendages following. 

Blood Warden, just great. The only thing missing now was NOED. 

“I saw a key in a chest,” Jake uttered quietly. You nodded, ignoring the silent look Quentin gave you. You had grown used to this game by now; knowing the Entity only placed the two of you in trials together to feed off of the hope and affection the two of you shared. If the Entity wanted a show, you were going to give an outstanding performance.  

That’s how you ended up cussing out Freddy as he stood in front of Nea, a malicious grin on his burned face. “Tick tock,” He mused, clacking together the knives attached to his glove. 

“Oh fuck off, and quit camping you little shit,” You were shorter than he was, but you didn't let that deter the string of curses leaving your lips at such a rapid pace. “I hope you know I hate you with a fucking passion,” 

Quentin could only watched as you led the Nightmare away from his struggling friend, allowing him to pull the Swede off the hook, and lead her towards the hatch. Jake glanced around, expecting to see you holding onto his arm, but frowned subtly when he caught sight of Quentin’s grimace. 

“You two can go ahead, I’m going to wait for (Y/N)-” Your scream echoed through the trial, interrupting Quentin’s sentence. Jake shook his head, grabbing Quentin before  he could run towards your downed aura. 

“It’s her last hook-” The ground shook just as a pain throbbed against his skull. The Entities pleased whispers and groans at your sacrifice made him sick. This, of course, wasn’t the first time you pulled something like this; but he never got used to the idea of you arriving at the campfire, still bruised and bloodied as as result of the entities punishment. 

The gentle hum of the hatch pulled him out of his trance, the smoky darkness enveloping his body in warmth and safety. 

Quentin waited for your return, sitting away from the campfire, and avoiding all possible acts of small talk provided by the others. Sure, he was an awkward, not so social teen, but he had other thing to worry about. 

You awoke with a pained yelp, having been dragged by the Entity through it’s vast woods before ending up beside the nearly napping teen. 

“What brings such a handsome boy like you around here?” You asked non-chalantly, trying to lighten his somber mood.  Quentin stared at you with wide eyes, taking in your current state; it was nothing you couldn't handle.  

He embraced you tightly, resting his head on your lap before you felt the sudden wetness of his tears soaking through your leggings. You silently cursed yourself, your hand gently running through his hair as he cried. 

“I’m alright Quentin,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his head. his body shook, head slightly nodding along with your words, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. “You’re not getting rid of me so easily,”