My Boyfriend's a Nightmare

I Found You

Noah woke up the next morning, the sun shining on both him and Wyatt when it became suddenly obscured by a large shadow.

"Carrie... we'll cuddle later..." He groaned as he wished the warm sun would be over him once again. He heard the footsteps of the shadow get right next to him before it stopped and stroked its hand through his hair.

"Carrie stop..."

Noah barely opened his eyes when he saw a sharp set of metal claws dig into his pillow beside him. He jumped back in shock, knocking Wyatt off of the bed as Wyatt groaned. He reached for his glasses, the blur of pink giving them to him kindly as he put them on.

"Noah, what the he-," Wyatt rubbed his eyes as they both saw who was standing there.

It was Noah's dad.

"Good morning," Freddy croaked, "you're late, Noah..."

"Get out of here," Noah backed his way off of the other end of the bed, grabbing his glove from by the door and slipping it on before facing his father.

"Why should I? It's quite cozy."

"Wyatt," Noah looked at him, "go check on Carrie and then tell everyone else we have an intruder."

"G-Got it!" Wyatt took off running as Freddy grimaced.

"By the time he's back, your corpse will be on the floor!" His father slashed at him, barely missing his son.

"But I'm at an advantage, I'm more advanced."

"I am too, I'm fully clothed."

Noah looked down, realizing he was just in his boxers once again before muttering a few curse words under his breath. His dad cut at him again, Noah slashing him in the stomach as he tried to mask the pain. Noah leaped on the bed and bounced to the other end of the room with the grace of a swan.

"You dumb bitch!" His father shouted, cutting at him as he tried to dodge the attacks, he'd strike but his father would dodge as well. He'd been taught well, by the best coach in the world, and he was now fighting that coach.

With a sudden clash, the two claws hit each other in a clang of madness. Freddy threw Noah's away, knocking it off of his hand and onto the floor before Noah realized he was screwed.

"W-What?"

"That was a secret move I'd been working on just for you... glad it worked out..."

"No..." Noah glared at his dad, "I don't go down without a fight."

Noah charged at his father, though his dad cut his back, with a sudden tackle, the two went flying out of the third story window. Noah screamed in pain and anger while Freddy just sat there...

They were both going to die.

Noah kept falling before he felt it stop as a strange wooden hand wrapped around him. He looked as his father sat in one arm of Ichabod and he sat in another. He was in shock, he hadn't gotten used to the tree yet and even if he did survive, his father might too.

"ICHABOD!" He looked down, hearing Wednesday yell as she stood outside in her black silk pajamas, "KILL THE FATHER, SAVE THE CHILD!"

Freddy's eyes went wide as Ichabod lowered Noah to the ground, he tried to cut his way out of the tree, but all it did was anger Ichabod even more. With a sudden toss, Freddy went hurling into the sky and out of their sight. Noah was in shock, he couldn't believe it.

He probably just killed his father.