When Fate Plots and Portals Glitches

Nightmares and Comfort

Danny's room had been completely silent. For days, Jerry couldn't hear a thing. And at first, Jerry didn't pay much mind to it. The kid wasn't really in there unless he was sleeping or getting changed. So, he figured that there wasn't something to worry about. He didn't think that he would need to pay attention to such things. After all, how many kids does a person hear of that soundproofs their room.

But that was before the sleep walking, that was before the night terrors. The screams, the horrible, horrible screams.

Teenagers and adults don't get nightmares, they don't have night terrors and they don't scream in their sleep. All of that only happens to children. And children alone. Even then, its rare and strange.

But Jerry should've only expected the strange from a boy like Danny.

Looking at Danny's eyes, which were wide and glazed and wild, Jerry suddenly realized that he had no idea how to handle someone in the middle of a night terror.

Jerrys' whole system flooded with panic. If the situation wasn't bad enough, they were both in the kitchen. Of all the places.

A room which has lots of sharp pointy objects. Like knives for instance.

Danny's hands dug into his scalp, all of his words were coming in rushed gibberish "Mom, dad I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry- OH GOD MAKE IT STOP! Makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop!" Danny curled himself deeper into the corner in a way where his head almost touched the tile floor, his form twisted so much that Jerry almost thought that his body would break in half. "Please, I'm your son."

Jerry tried to shake himself out of his paralysis, this was far different from the cool and collected kid he had come to know. The first think that came in mind was to try and wake Danny up.

"Danny, Danny please, wake up! Wake up. WAKE UP!" Jerry tried to get closer to shake his shoulders to jerk him out of Danny's hellish nightmare.

But as soon as Jerry's hands grabbed ahold of the boy's shoulders, Danny's eyes widen. The next thing Jerry knew, was that there was a burning pain in his back as the wall crunched from the contact as Jerry wheezed the oxygen out of his lungs.

Jerry was too busy trying to think of a solution to the night terror and regain his breath to be grateful that he landed in a way where he didn't break any bones.

Then, Jerry eyed the sink.

Perfect.

He moved as fast as his bruised body could allow, grabbed the hose and prayed that this would work.

Jerry turned on the sink, aimed and pressed the nozzle.

The water flow was weak, Jerry doubt that it'll would work.

Suddenly, Danny sat up and look around him with a blank yet befuddled look. "Wha-what happened?" Danny lifted his arms as he looked down at his green long sleeved shirt with blue and white striped pajama pants "Why am I all wet?" Danny looked up at Jerry "and how did I get here- "

Jerry could only imagen what he must look like to the teen. With his clammy skin, looking as though he had been through a fight. Which wasn't far from the truth. He must've especially looked crazy wearing only blue boxers and a white t-shirt. Jerry tried to even his breathing "Danny, go to bed."

Danny didn't move "do you need help cleaning up? Cause I could- "

"Danny just, go upstairs. I'll clean up." Jerry paused "We can talk about this in the morning."

Danny slowly got up from his knees "Oh, uh... ok?" He looked around the room, his eyes widen when he saw how much damage was done in the kitchen "Are you sure that you don't need any help?"

"I'm sure."

"Um, alright." Usually, Danny would put up a fight. But the air was so heavy with a prickly tension. Danny's eyes flickered to the hole in the wall and back to Jerry "... If you say so."

With that, Danny disappeared up the flight of stairs, swallowed by the darkness. Not that Danny ever seemed to need a light.