Must Be Dreaming - Freddy Krueger X Reader Lemon

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The grueling, stressful school year was enough to make most students do anything for just a little break; sleep was more valuable than gold. You knew this first hand, and yet when spring break finally rolled around you favored cheap entertainment over some good shuteye. Two days into vacation and you were well into a binge of The Sims, feeding countless hours of your time into the game. At least you were home alone, no one to judge you.

You sat in your bedroom, the only light coming from the bright laptop screen that you were hunched over. On the screen was a hectic scene; a family of eight Sims were moving around the virtual house, each one of them occupied with your directions. You absentmindedly rubbed your temples and squinted, feeling your eyes dry up from exhaustion. But you couldn't quit yet, oh no, you were trying to drown one of them and he was being very stubborn. You insistently directed him back to the pool with your cursor - the hand of god - and deleted the ladder.

A quick glance at the clock nudged you to your senses, however. One in the morning was a bit much, especially since you pulled an all-nighter last night. That and the screen's blue light was starting to give you a headache. With a sigh you paused the game and opened the save menu, when you noticed a ninth Sim on screen. He appeared to be an NPC standing at the front door, his red and green striped sweater making him hard to miss. Something also looked weird about his skin, like maybe the textures loaded wrong. Curious, you unpaused to see what he would do. One of your Sims came downstairs and opened the door for him, and you watched in confusion as their mood bar bottomed out. The NPC walked right inside, said something in that strange Sim language, and the room burst into flames. You were so shocked you laughed, having never seen a scenario like this before. The remaining seven family members ran around like chickens without heads while their house burned down and the strange new character chased them.

"Wack," you muttered nonchalantly, saving and exiting the game before snapping your laptop shut. You didn't even bother to let your sore eyes adjust to the sudden darkness before you tossed your pants off and flopped onto your bed, finally embracing the inevitable. It engulfed you immediately and your tired mind slipped into a deep sleep.

It seemed as though only seconds of sweet relief passed before you were retched awake by the doorbell. At first you thought maybe you were hearing things, instinct telling you to go back to sleep, but less than a minute later it chimed again. You furrowed your brow as you wondered just who on earth would be here at such an ungodly hour. Judging by the number of horror movies you'd consumed, all fingers pointed to bad news. Serial killer, psychopath, monster. Despite all this, though, you found yourself getting out of bed and walking towards the stairs. Your mind frantically screamed no, having no recollection of telling the rest of you to get up and start walking, but your body ignored you. It was like it had a mind of its own, or even worse, like you were being controlled.

In your head you pleaded to turn around and go back upstairs, but whatever had a hold of you canceled every other action and forced you to the front door. Your heart raced as you approached it, unable to see into the pitch darkness outside. Okay, see? No one is outside. Can I have control back now? You thought.

The silent, horrifying answer was a simple no. Your hand reached out and flicked on the outside light, illuminating the front step and the visitor. There at the other side of the door stood a man who looked more like some kind of demon or monster. Every inch of his skin was scarred and burnt beyond healing. His dark boots and pants were tattered, as well as his red and green sweater and his dirty brown hat. Something about him struck you as familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

Either way, this whole situation was full of nope, and you pleaded with the unknown force controlling you to not open the door, but it ignored you. You opened the door for this terrifying stranger and he took a step towards you. His eyes seemed to glow as they peered down at your form.