Jerry panted as he ran through the forest. Where was he? How did he get here? Nobody was here to answer his questions as he kept running, place to place. He looked behind him and noticed nobody was there, he stopped and took gulps of air, panting heavily. "I'm almost there sweetheart" Jerry froze in place. 'How did that bastard find me?! Why is he so fast?!' He thought and started running again. His body screamed for him to stop, but he needed to get away, he needed to hide, but no matter where he went, he always finds him. Jerry screamed as he tripped over a tree's root and grunted when he tried getting up. He sprained his ankle, but he needed to keep going, he started dragging himself. Soft laughter could be heard behind him, "I love it when you suffer" Jerry winced as he kept moving, not daring looking behind him. He screamed in pain when he felt someone grab his hair and pull him back. "You're getting sloppy sweetheart" The man put a knife against his throat. "You'll do better next time" and sliced his head clean off.
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Jerry woke up, panting heavily as light softly beamed at him through the window, it was cloudy outside. Another bad dream, he felt tears prick in his eyes and started crying. "Why won't they go away?" He sniffled and wiped his eyes. This was the fifth time he had the same dream over and over again, he's having a nice dream, then a man shows up with dark blue hair and ruins it by killing him, over and over again. It was like a game to him. He got up out of bed and sighed, "time for another shitty day I guess" Jerry lived in a fairly small apartment, barley keeping up with his rent, but it was going well. He had a pretty stable job working at a convenience store. Jerry looked at himself through the mirror, he had bags under his eyes. He scrunched up his face and took out some concealer. He put some on and smiled softly, he looked a little better.
He jumped when his phone rang and hesitantly looked at it. He sighed in relief when it was only his coworker, his last dream had him answer his phone and it was.. him. Jerry answered it, "Hello?" He cringed at how hoarse he sounded. "Jerry!! How are you? Are you coming into work today?" He friend asked him happily. "Yeah, sorry. I might be a little late Faz" He laughed a bit and heard Faz sigh. "Are you okay? You sound out of it" he then softly spoke, "Bad dream again?" Jerry softly nodded before realizing Faz can't really see him. "Yeah" he spoke softly. Faz made a noise and said, "We'll talk about it more afterwards. I have to get back to work or the manager will fire us both"
"Alright" Jerry replied. "See you at work" He smiled and hung up, yawning and stretching. He put on his coat and left the building, it was raining. Jerry covered his face and went inside his small car. He sighed softly as he got inside and started it. He adjusted his mirrors and jumped when he saw a shadow pass through it. He spun around, only to find nothing there and tried slowing down his breathing, "He's not real, h-he's not real" He slowly started to calm down until... "oh, I'm very real" Jerry gasped and looked around in panic. "W-where are you?" He asked. "I'm right here, I'm right behind you" Jerry looked behind him and saw nothing there. "N-no you aren't" He felt a hand on his shoulder and freaked out, slapping nothing but air. He was officially going crazy. "I couldn't stay away from you sweetheart" The voice said and felt him, stroke his cheek. Jerry flinched and started hyperventilating. "You aren't real. You're just a nightmare!!" He told, more to himself than to the voice.
Jerry heard him chuckle. "I may be a nightmare, but you're living in one" Jerry slowly looked at the mirror and saw him, the creepy smile, the dark blue hair. He gasped and scrambled to get out of the car, but the man was quicker and grabbed him. Immediately stabbing in his chest. Jerry screamed and limped as Max pulled it out. As he was slowly losing consciousness he saw the man lean close to his ear and whisper, "Try again, Babe"
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Jerry gasped as he woke up in his bed. He was sweating, he started crying. He hiccuped and hugged himself, stopping when he felt something on his arm. He slowly lifted up his sleeve and looked at his arm, it was carved in, scarred. 'Maxmillian Wilde' Jerry gasped and covered his mouth. "Till we meet again, baby" he hiccuped and covered up his arm again, holding himself. He looked out his window and saw rain, jumping at his phone ringing. He rolled over and covered his head with his pillow. He was in hell.
