Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.33) Cassis Ulmus

Flight 42

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The rhythmic hum of the plane's engines lulled Y/n into a fitful sleep. She found herself drifting into the realm of dreams. She had taken her time with Baltimore, she made her way to New Jersey as a tiny vacation and roamed the streets.

She wanted to take up a visit to a lake, go for a well earned swim somewhere that wasn't crowded, but word got out that it was haunted in some way. What heads in Camp Crystal Lake?
Perhaps she'd research when she arrived home, for now she took up a flight home.

This was where reality twisted and contorted into strange and unsettling shapes..... Again she's starting to miss what it was like to have dreams of her own design. Even normal nightmares were desirable, rather than having to deal with him.

She looked around and stood from her seat. Strolling down the aisle. When she notices something...Will? He accompanied the seat next to her but he was asleep. He was not present in the waking world, so this confused her. She dared not wake him, he seemed..peaceful for once? Her eyes softened at the man as she kept strolling to the cockpit.

Freddy's voice crackled over the intercom, sending a chill down her spine. "Attention, passengers," He announced, his tone dripping with malice. "This is your pilot speaking. We're about to experience some... turbulence."

Y/n's brow furrowed in annoyance as she reached the cockpit door. She hoped she had not linked her mind to Will's in some way, with the knowledge that dealing with the demon encouraged potentially harm. She opened the cockpit door with furrowed brows. No co-pilot, just him in control, he'd kill her and will on the plane, himself with it.

Surprisingly there were no other passengers? All the seats were empty. That's why she had stood from her seat in the first place.

"Seriously?" Y/n asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Out of all the things you could do in a dream, you're trying to crash the plane? Talk about unoriginal."

Freddy's laughter echoed through the cockpit, filling the space with an eerie sense of dread. "Oh, I do love a classic," he replied, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "But crashing a plane is just so... dramatic, don't you think?"

Y/n reluctantly made her way to the copilot's seat, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "Fine," she muttered, her annoyance evident in her tone. "But this better not take long. I've got places to be. What is he doing here?" She said as she looked over her shoulder out of the cockpit to her seat number, she could hardly make out the man's tuffs of curly brown hair.

Freddy grinned, his gaze fixed on Y/n as he reveled in her discomfort. "Oh, don't worry, darling, I've got a plan for him. Afraid he's too old for my taste though." He purred, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll make sure to give you a front-row seat to the show. As for him..."

As the dream plane hurtled through stormy skies, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at her insides.
Quirking a brow, she glanced around the crashing plane, her determination always replacing her fear.

"You know, I still wonder why you even bother with me, I'm no child, Graham isn't a child either. Did I dream him up, or was it your doing? To worry me more in hopes that I'd think you linked our minds in some way? Fear that you'd hurt him?" She spoke up still looking at the tuffs of hair before turning her gaze back to Freddy, her arms crossed in slight anxiety. A few of her fingers playing with her dog tags when her voice cut through the chaos, "This isn't Final Destination,"

Freddy's laughter faltered, confusion flickering in his eyes as Y/n's words sank in.
"I don't even know what he's doing here, he's been there before you even woke up, bitch. Ask yourself questions."

Y/n furrowed her brows at him. "Move." Her voice was stern, unfeeling even and with whatever strength her mind held, he grinned until his body moved on its own. Like some kind of force moving him out of the seat. she calmly stood up from the Co-pilots seat and pointed.

"Sit." She sneered and then sat in the pilots chair calmly cracking her knuckles and her neck rolling her shoulders back as she seized control of the plane and guiding it through the turbulent skies with skill and precision.

She had enough time using and learning about planes while she was traveling back and forth while her dad was stationed. She liked machinery, and when she was in fort Campbell she got to learn a lot about planes. She was innovative, she was open to learn how to control them and different types of planes As well as fighter jets, because of Airman situated there.

She lifted the com to her lips and spoke softly. "Turbulence has been handled. You can rest your head easily.~ Sweet dreams Fisherman."

It's not like anyone was listening, there was only one  person on the plane. She only hoped if they were linked that he finally got some decent sleep. She knew with his job and his imagination it was not likely he spent a night without a nightmare.

If he was anything like her, Cold sweats were a nightmare themselves. She didn't consider Freddy a person, he was far from humane.

"I love this side of you~ always fun." He called as she started to wake up

With each passing moment, Y/n's confidence grew with the plane. Her courage bolstered by the knowledge that she was the master of her own destiny. It wasn't her time, it wasn't Will's time. And as the dream plane soared towards the light of dawn, her heart racing but her spirit unbroken.

For her, it may be over, but the battle against Krueger raged on in the depths of her subconscious and in the waking world. But she armed herself with courage and unwavering resolve. She wouldn't let some creep control her.

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