My Boyfriend's a Nightmare

Nostalgic Dream Fever

Noah woke up in a black void, nobody there but him and a small light in the distance. He approached it slowly as it brought him back to the past he'd rather forget.

"Oh honey, look at him! Isn't he precious?" He walked into a scene in his childhood home, his mother holding him as he cooed in her arms, she looked exhausted.

"He has your eyes," Freddy smiled as he let Noah wrap his tiny hand around his finger, "welcome into the world, Noah..."

It was his birthday as he looked to the doorway before going out of it and into a new memory. There was blood on the carpet, a body bag on the floor, and Noah holding his father's hand as they had their stuff and left the place.

"No..." Noah spoke, "he killed her..."

From there, he turned around and entered another room, one that he knew well as his second childhood home. He noticed he was in his bedroom, playing planes as a toddler when his father came in with a shocked look on his face.

"Come on Noah, pack your things, we have to move again."

"Again daddy?"

"Something happened, people don't like daddy, you'll figure this out as you get older."

Another memory soon lightened the room, it was an elementary classroom, but not your typical one. They were already learning human anatomy as second graders and Noah knew exactly where it was, the basic training center.

There came other memories too, like his father moving more and more. Noah sleeping over and discovering Wyatt's secret. Darrell and Noah fighting over who was the best fighter... before it came to the worst memory of all...

"Dad! Cut it out! I don't wanna kill!" Noah threw his glove on the floor as he walked in the living room crying.

"You left a witness! I had to kill for you, how pathetic can you be?!"

"I DON'T WANT TO BE A KILLER LIKE YOU! I WANT TO MAKE MY OWN PATH!"

Freddy froze as he looked at Noah with a stern look on his face.

"You will never be my son, if you don't want to be a killer, then get out."

Noah shot awake, understanding everything up to that point finally. His father was nothing more than a murderer, he never wanted a son...

"Have you made up your mind?" Noah turned sternly to his father before looking at the traumatized Carrie.

"I'd rather die than let Carrie die."

Noah could hear Carrie's muffled shouts through the cloth gagging her. He knew she was going to hate herself for this, but she deserved to live more than he did.

"Alright then, let's just schedule your execution then, how about later today? I think everyone will be happy that I caught a traitor..." Freddy looked over at Wyatt, "and for you, well we can arrange a whipping..."

Wyatt's hand fell off the earpiece as the Addams upstairs gasped.

"Who do we call?!" Fester shouted, "This has never even happened before!"

"I know exactly who to call," Wednesday picked up her phone, "he can get his parents to come and this can be shut down once and for all..."