Nightmares, and Clairvoyant Dream Walking

Clairvoyance, I Saw Bottles of Fire

Quentin can't help but let out a squeak, the small brown haired child ran from the car as his father watched him go straight towards Badham Preschool's Gardener, Fred Krueger. "Quentin! Here to help as always? You're going to be a great gardener when you get older. If that's what you end up doing." Quentin looks proud for a moment, but looks down shifting his father's glare on him as he mutters. "H-have a nice day, Dad..." His father's voice calls out looking and sounding relieved. "Yeah you as well have a nice day, Quentin. Make sure to behave for them." With that he drove off and away from the school not having time to watch his own child dropping him off as always early for the gardener to watch so he can get to work on time.

Freddy's nose sniffs the air, a strong scent filled it but he smiles anyway his vitiligo covered tan skin still amazed most of the kids here. Quentin suddenly whispers to Freddy, almost looking like he wanted to cry. "Can we go to the "secret cave"? I-I need to talk to you about something, Mr. Krueger." Freddy tilts his head, but ruffles Quentin's curly brown locks as he replies completely ignoring Quentin's overwhelmingly potent scent. "Mh, alright sounds important, we can tend here another time. Come on let's get a move on then, and see what's got you so antsy." Freddy reached out and grabbed on to Quentin's tiny hand which clang tightly to him. He didn't mind this humming a nameless tone to help calm the small child as they enter the school.

They walked down the preschool's colorful hallway, filled with drawings and decorative wallpaper. Finally after a few minutes of walking they reached the stairs to the basement and boiler room. Freddy still humming with Quentin clinging to his hand walks down the steps reaching the bottom.

They didn't need to go far; Freddy's squalid room where he lived and worked was just to the right of the stairs his bed laid out on the ground right there. A small cabinet and a table covered in tools and even prototype gloves he was working on. Of course there was a board covered in children's drawings right by it on the ground not hung up. Quentin lets go of Freddy's hand and fidgets in place waiting. Freddy had stopped humming as he goes to move the board. He moves it aside and forces open the small hidden door way to his "secret cave". Freddy waves towards Quentin speaking out quietly. "Come on, Quin inside now. No one else can hear what you say here." Quentin nods and scampers into the small hidden place. The sound of Freddy closing it behind them was a relief to Quentin as he struggled to stop his sobs. "They-They're going! They're going to throw bottles of fire at you!" He cries out wrapping his arms around the gardener who lets out a grunt in surprise.

"What are you talking about? Bottles of fire thrown at me, Quentin where did you, how do you know?" Freddy asks out feeling somewhat unnerved but curious. "I had a dream, I saw you running to a-a uh big place, and you hid and I couldn't see who the other people were but they throw a bottle of fire through the window and-and!" Quentin gasps panic hit, as he shook in anxiety from his dream. "Quentin you know it was just a dream right? There's no way they'd really do that to me, whoever it was." Quentin whimpers and shakes his head. "I-I don't know, just-just be careful ok?" Freddy smiles towards him, as he lightly pats his back to comfort the small boy.

"I'll be careful; you also have to be careful you know? Make sure not to tell anyone remember?" Quentin nods, as he replies wiping at his face to get rid of the tears. "Of course I'm no tattletale!" Freddy laughs at this, and picks Quentin up and nuzzles into the small boys neck letting out an omegaish-purr. Quentin giggles happily at the affection, something rarely given by his father. Freddy flopped back landing on the bed with Quentin on his chest letting out purr filled laughs along side Quentin's own giggles. Freddy asks out still purring. "Do you wish to help me out?" Quentin tilts his head for a moment but replies. "Help you with what? Oh! You mean that game, we play sometimes?" Quentin looks nervous for a moment but nods. Freddy smiles ruffling Quentin's hair, as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.