JTHM x male reader

Victim or not?

(( sorry while i was writing this I had a concert to go to the same night and i thought i uploaded part 2 I'm sorry but Powerman 5000 was to good that i forgot to upload sorry.))

Y/n POV

(dream time)

I lay in the Fields of my mind black flowers surround me all around. I start to hear the crunching of flowers getting closer to me. I open my eyes and look up to see it's the man from last night. Why is he in my dream?

He looks back down at me with hard eyes somehow trying to interpret something about me. He gets to his knees and closes his eyes. I sit up looking at him with interest. I look at all his features he's so pale that he can match the snow, his hair is darker than a ravens feathers, I look at his shirt to see that he has a white and black striped shirt with black sleeves, most of all he has splatters of blood on his shirt. My eyes widen at the blood. Million of thoughts went through my head at all of the possibility's that could have happened. Is he hurt? Did he maybe kill a person?

He opens his big eyes looking back down at me not blinking once.  He gets closer to me a knife appearing in his left hand. I back away from him every time he gets closer a black flower turns into a bloody red flower being crushed under his knees and hands. I stand up starting to run away from him but every time I get away he is somehow there.

I start to hear a beeping noise in the distance getting closer. I start to freak out as it goes into my head hurting my brain I fall onto the ground holding my head in my hands. I look back up to see that he is standing in front of me looking down at me with a wicked grin. I sit there on my knees accepting that I can never get away from him in my mind. I look down closing my eyes as the alarm sound starts to get louder as the knife gets closer to my neck. Once I could feel the point of the knife on my neck everything goes quiet and I never feel the knife go into my neck.
(Out of dream)

I wake up laying in my bed only in my boxers Powerman 5000 Sid vicious in a dress playing as my alarm. I grab my phone turning off the alarm. I look up at the ceiling sighing. I have work damn it! Why cant I stay at home listen to metal and just be lazy. I sit up and get out of bed walking over to my bathroom to take a shower. 

As I strip and get into the shower I start to think about what happened in my dream.  Why did he have a knife in his hands and why was he covered in blood as well. I sigh and finish stepping out of the shower to finish. I put on a Marilyn Manson shirt and black and red ripped jeans with a long bike chain going down my pants. I put my H/c into a {tail/dread}. 

I walk out of the bathroom and head downstairs to see my front door wide open. My eyes widen. Did someone break in or did I just leave the door open. I'm sure i shut it tho. 

I walk up to my door and shut it not until hearing a creek coming from my kitchen. I turn around grabbing my gun from the closet. I walk slowly to the kitchen looking through the door to see Johnny! Why the Fuck is he in my house! I point my gun at him slowly walking up to him. "Put the knife down." I say scared but also pissed that he's in my damn house. 

He turns around and looks at me then the gun. "Y/n you should know not to point that at me if you don't want me to be mad then put it down." He says some what calmly as he grabs onto the gun that's in his face. I slowly calm down and slowly put my gun down from his face. I may be doing this but I have to keep my guard up around him. 

He takes the gun from my hand and wraps his other hand around the back of my head making me look at him completely. As I look at him I hear him whisper a little "What the fuck are you doing to my head?" He then wraps the arm around my head to my waist watching me closely. I gulp and try to back away but his grip on my waist tightens. Somehow I start to calm in his hold feeling like I can somewhat trust him. I lean into his hold and he stiffens up a lot but then calms noticing that I'm not doing anything to him. He must of had a fucked up childhood if hes like this. I look up at him seeing that he is really tall. He's really pale skinny as a toothpick actually Skinner than a toothpick I bet.  Hes wearing all black with belts on and white stripes as well. I cant help but think that hes actually hot. He lets go of me and walks over to the front door still holding my gun but not saying a word. I follow him but suddenly stop as he turns around at me and watches me with a hard stair. "I'm gonna head home but the next time we meet... I'm taking you with me." he says as he walks out being all mysterious like. I stand there wondering what he means.

 I look at my phone to see that I'm one minute late. I run out skipping breakfast and head out to my motorcycle. I get on and ride off to the bar I work at. As I drive to my job I continue to think about what he meant take me with him.