Nightmare: (A Hollywood Undead FanFiction #1)

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Warning: Contains adult language and sexual content!

Note: DREAM SEQUENCES ARE IN ITALICS

-George-

Jordon closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep after putting up a bit of a struggle. Matt shakes his head.

"And he's out." 

I need to get some of whatever it is that Matt gave him to knock him out. He is fucking out cold in ten minutes flat.

"Okay now that he's asleep it'll be a good half hour or so before we can start the process. So if you want to go to the bathroom or get something to eat now is a good time."

I agree and take his suggestion by going to the bathroom and stopping by a nearby McDonald's to grab something to eat. The funny thing is that I saw the guys there, they bought Ava and themselves breakfast.

"Daddy!" Ava calls out from their table, grabbing their attention.

"Hey man, how's Jordon doing?" Jorel asks.

"I think he's doing okay. So far he just got him to sleep and I was told to wait for a while."

I order myself breakfast and have a seat next to Ava, who's sitting on Danny's lap playing with a happy meal toy that he bought her as she munches on a hash brown. I lift her up and sit her down on my knee. She shows me the toy she received. I give her a hug.

"That's nice baby." I say quietly.

I look at the sandwich I had ordered and slowly shake my head not feeling hungry anymore.

"Sup man? Is it bad?" Dylan asks as he one handedly catching the toy that Ava suddenly sent flying at him.

"No it's not bad, I'm just not hungry all of a sudden. I think I am just nervous for the poor guy. I'm starting to question if this is going to even work."

Jorel sips his soda and clears his throat.

"George all that a psychiatrist will do for him is tell him that he needs to calm the fuck down and send him home with a prescription of Xanax. Matt seems pretty determined that this method may work. It's different but who knows maybe it'll work."

I take a bite of my sandwich. I think he may be right. I have to remember that I trust Matt and that he knows what he's doing. I watch Ava try to reach toward Dylan for her toy that he's playing with.

"Is Uncle Charlie going to be okay?" She asks.

Danny nods giving her half of his hash brown and biscuit.

"He sure will, he's got us to help him Ava."

My phone buzzed, it was a text from Matt:

We're almost ready, it'll be about five more minutes.

I stand up and set Ava back onto Danny's lap and giving her what's left of my sandwich. She takes a bite of it, the sausage and egg slides out from the side and lands on Danny's crotch then roughly pushes her toy accidentally sending it flying. It clunks Dylan on the forehead. I laugh.

"Good aim Ava." I say proudly.

I wave to them and leave the restaurant.

I return to the clinic, the receptionist walks me back to the room where Jordon is. Matt is sitting at the desk typing away at his computer and reading a bunch of numbers off a small green monitor. The large monitor that hangs in the corner of the room from the ceiling is showing a fuzzy looking light gray-ish white color on the screen.

"It's going to start any time now. Are you sure you want to stay here? You have all rights to leave and I'll call you when he wakes up. If you stay you can sit in the room or go to the other room behind the one way glass."