Nightmare: (A Hollywood Undead FanFiction #1)

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Warning: Contains adult language and sexual content!

 -George-

I was woken up to the sound of a loud crash. I jump and I look at the time on my phone, 4:30 am. I rub my eyes and slide out of my bunk.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask out loud, scanning the area to see where the sound was coming from.

Danny sleepily crawls out from the bottom bunk and slowly standing up. Jorel and Dylan were already awake standing in the hallway in fight or flight mode. Danny slowly opens Jordon's curtain noticing he was not in his bunk.

"Uh guys, where's the fuck is Jordon?" He asks cautiously looking around.

We hear another crash and we see it's coming from the front of the bus. We slowly look at each other with worry. As if we are some pathetic half asleep Scooby Doo gang we huddle up, and walk to the front of the bus, each one of us having a useless object for self defense. I mean, I don't think we aren't gonna fuck someone up with: a vape pen, baseball, a cigarette lighter, and a hardcover copy of 50 Shades of Grey.

As we get closer to the front of the bus we see that nothing was missing. We saw the kitchenette cupboards and cabinets were open, the few pots and pans are scattered across the floor, and the refrigerator door was open. Danny groans.

"What did fucking Gordon Ramsey try to mug us?"

He earns a few laughs from us, but in all seriousness, if someone was in here uninvited it can become an issue real fast. The important thing is we need to locate Jordon.

We also notice the entry door was wide open and we hear a soft whimper coming from somewhere outside. I turn my phone flashlight on and shine it out the perimeter of the door to see if anyone was around then and we all stepped outside. Thankfully it was a 72° morning and still dark so no one saw us walk outside in boxer shorts and short sleeve shirts. 

We look around the area of the back of the bus to the entry door there was no one to be seen. Jorel went around the opposite direction using his phone flashlight. 

"I found him." Jorel says from the other side of the bus.

Jordon is sitting on the front bumper of the bus, his eyes half lidded and tears welled up in his eyes, he has his head pointing down focusing on the ground beneath him. We all take a moment to silently thank God that this guy was clothed, he is in a pair of basketball shorts and a band shirt, his brown hair sticking up all over the place. He was making a noise we never heard him do before. It sounds like a mix of a sad cry and a grunt.

"Randi... Randi... What did I do...?" He whines under his breath.

We all carefully stand around him completely clueless on what to do in this situation. Obviously he wasn't awake but it looks like he was more in a weird trance. 

"What the hell is wrong with him? Why does he look so weird?" Dylan asks, waving his hand in front of his face, looking for any response. 

He didn't get much of a response other than a low whimper. We look at each other and Jorel steps up to him.

"I'll give it a try..." He says.

"Jordon? Hey wake up." He snaps his fingers in front of his nose.

We still got no response. Danny nods hid head.

"My turn." 

He crouches down so he can get a better look at him then stands.

"I think he's sleepwalking. I got an idea."