Bloody Knuckles || Vance Hopper X Reader

One Inside The Other

I woke up, shaking and breathing heavily, looking around my surroundings.

But it creeped me out.

I wasn't anywhere near a place I was familiar with. I was laying in a bed of red spider lilies, out in an open field, trees of different colors, some where green, some where yellow with red. But there was one lily that stood out to me in the distance.

I walked and walked, even if there seemed to be no end to it.

I was in front of a white spider Lily, but once I looked up from it, I was in a different environment.

This place was dark, the shadow eating out the small light from a window.

I was now in a dark gray room, there was no furniture and the room was very small.

A bar-covered window was placed on top of one of the walls, to the right of small stairs, leading to a door which seemed to be locked.

It was silent, so silent that you could hear the breaths I took. It was quiet until I heard the ringing of a phone.

I looked around, but there was no phone nearby, then I took a few steps closer to the door.

As I got closer to it, the ringing got louder, and without stopping a moment to think, I opened the door with a harsh pull.

It was even darker than the room before, and I needed a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light, if you could even call it that.

There was a single bright red corded retro phone laying on top of a table, a lightbulb on the roof, lighten up to make the phone stand out to the eye.

I stepped closer and closer, the ring-ringing of the phone getting louder and louder.

It was so loud, it made my ears want to scream.

I covered my ears to make the sound stop lightly as I got closer to it, but grabbed the phone at once.

"Hello?" I asked, shaken up but I didn't know why.

I didn't hear anything, nothing but heavy breathing.

I was creeped out, but I didn't say anything as I saw a movement in the background.

I didn't want to know what it was, but I knew I had nowhere to go, so I had nothing to lose.

I grabbed the phone and started walking towards where the movement happened.

It was a door.

The door was bright red, much like the phone in my hands, it all seemed cliche to me, everything was red as far as I've seen.

"Don't" I finally heard from the other line.

"Don't? Don't what?" I finally let it out after a few seconds.

They said something, but I couldn't understand a thing they said, almost like they spoke in riddles.

"Don't... The... Or.... Will... For... And... You..."

"What?..." I asked, confused about what I was being told.

None of these made sense.

As I put my hand to the door handle, I woke up. I was shaken up, breathing heavily and sweating bullets.

I grabbed my throat, trying to stop the heavy breathing and calm myself.

Seconds passed seconds, minutes passed minutes, and soon it had been a few hours, the grandfather clock soon hit 1:47 PM, and I knew it would be best to skip the rest of the day from school, especially since they got out at 3 PM.

I changed quickly into light, ripped blue flared jeans, a white, tucked in shirt and a black and white letter patched jacket.

I quickly put on some white, dirty converse, grabbed the keys and went out the door, locking it behind me as I walked down the street.

I walked to the Grab-N-Go store, quickly looking from outside the glass window to try and find Vance.

He wasn't there, so I quickly head to the park nearby. The park was only a few blocks away, so it wasn't much of a walk.

But even if it was a short walk, I felt tense, almost as if I was being watched. I looked around for anything, but the street was alone.

There had to be a catch.

I quickly ran to the park, trying to look for Vance. Still nothing.

It seemed as if I was paying attention to my surroundings, 'cause as a matter of fact, I had not seen anyone throughout the whole day.

"Am I still dreaming or something?" I murmured.

I ran as fast as I could to a clock store, trying to see the time. But luck is never on my side, is it?

All the clocks were off, so I decided to go back to my house.

Running as fast as I could, not caring if I was getting short on my breaths and my legs were giving out on me.

I halted once I opened the door, and thought to myself, 'Shit.'

The door I had just walked in from, was a bright, red door.

"Could I curse myself even more than I already have?" I whispered under my breath.

I was panting from the running I had done, but soon found myself unable to breath at all.

I was now laying on the floor, but it wasn't my floor, it was the floor of a red room.

The only difference with this one was that this room was a dark, blood red.

I had some black figure on top of me, gripping my neck hard enough for me to feel the long, sharp nails sinking on my skin, close to my veins.

I tried kicking it, but my leg went through the shadow figure.

'How the fuck is it touching me but I can't touch it?' I thought, still struggling against the man's hands on my neck.

'I do not want to know what happens after you die in a dream, not now.'

I tried grabbing its hands, but to no veil. I tried head butting, no response. I tried moving myself to maybe, just maybe, get my body to pass through his.

I looked around me, trying to find something to help when I started hearing the sound of a clock.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

It got loud and loud by the second, and I let it sink in, not caring anymore about the shadow.

I focused on the sound of the ticking, not noticing how slowly I was able to breath once again.

This time, I woke up, just not in my room. No.

I was laying on the bathroom floor, the room being nothing but a big mess.

I was shaken up by everything. First some weird room, then when I thought I woke up I was simply stuck in another dream.

Stuck in another dream.

'Shit, that's it!'

I quickly headed to my room, grabbing a pocket  knife from my night stand and poked a small hole on the tip of my finger. It was bleeding for a little till it stopped.

I placed it back where it belongs and sighed in relief.

Remember the saying that if you pinched yourself and if it didn't hurt, you were dreaming?

I guess you could say the same thing for getting yourself to bleed.

I relaxed for a moment until I realized the huge mess in my bathroom.

"[Y/N], WE'RE HOME!"

'Shit.'