After the usual weekly revision was finished and new scenes were requested, all the artists were free to go home after some extra working.
(Y/N) didn't stick for too long with her friends though, she still had to go buy some treats for her cat and some candles for her father's birthday.
Therefore, after saying some quick goodbyes she headed directly into town to do some shopping. The female's head was so filled with thoughts and reminders that she failed to notice a pair of dark eyes watching her though the window...
Sigh, how much he wished to talk to her a bit longer, look into her (e/c) eyes again as he hears her voice... Unfortunately, now he has to take care of some paperwork related to his investigation about Ghostface, and it seems like he will strike again soon...
. . .
The shopping went smoothly, kinda. The supermarkets were flooded with people so it took longer than expected to get the needed items.
It was early evening and (Y/N) was practically speed walking towards her home. At night Manhattan can be a pretty shady place and an inexperienced and not-athletic person like her is not built for such streets.
However, her walk wouldn't go as smooth as she wanted because when turning a corner she suddenly bumped into someone.
—"Oh- I'm so sor-"—
—"WE ALL GOING TO DIE!"—
The stranger suddenly screams as he grabs (Y/N)'s shoulders tightly with both hands.
Her body instantly stiffened at the sudden contact and volume.
The stranger looked like the classic homeless yonki you'd see in the alley, but this one looked... Tired, like unhealthily tired, as if he haven't slept in days, maybe even weeks.
The man starts shaking (Y/N) violently as he continues to scream.
—"I CAN'T TAKE THIS NONSENSE ANYMORE! EVERY FUCKING TIME I CLOSE MY EYES HE IS THERE! THE FUCKING KRUEGER IS THERE!"—
—"Wh-Wha-at?! Le-et me g-go!"— you yell back as you try to wiggle your way out of that stranger.
—"FREDDY KRUEGER! THE DREAM MONSTER! I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I CA-"—
The man gasps loudly as he lets go of (Y/N), making her fall on her butt. The stranger covers his mouth with both hands as his eyes go uncannily wide and filled with purest terror.
—"Oh no... Oh no I just told you about him..."— he says with a shaky panicked voice. —"Now you know he exists... N-Now he's going to hunt you down too... I-I just got someone killed again...!"—
The stranger lets out a loud scream as he start running into a random direction.
—"I'M SO SORRY GIRL! I'M SORRY!"—
And that was all she managed to hear before the man disappeared around the corner.
(Y/N) was genuinely terrified by that man's behavior, sure she knows crack-addicts have their own shenanigans but this one was... Different.
Whatever, not wanting that stranger to return, she stumbles back to her feet and starts running towards her building. Nope, fuck it. She's not roaming around after 7 pm ever again.
And dream monster? Pff, yeah, as if such things exit...
. . .
(Y/N) looks into the paper bag that Victoria gave her, inside was a non-alcoholic drink, detail that made the female sigh in relief.
—"I still have no idea where Victoria finds drinks with such weird tastes. Like how do you even get the idea to make a drink that tastes like melon bubblegum?"— you wonder as you look at the bottle.
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Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N), a 22 y/o girl who has her life more or less figured out. She works as an illustrator, lives alone in a apartment in Manhattan with her cat... Y'know, a pretty average life. But despite such normality, her life was about to change in a...
