Destiny - Slow Updates - OLD BOOK

IX

Hot steam blocked my few as an unknown aura filled my sleep and I awoke sweaty in a old boiler room. A red filter was laid over the whole scenario, which made the looks a lot more scarier. I didn't even think about touching those cooking pipes. Only the sound of steam coming out of those machines and the sound of metal crashing against each other filled the whole atmosphere, and I decided to go look around.

This 'dream' didn't feel like one, compared to any other dream. Somehow it felt like, I was really here and if I touched those pipes, I'd get burnt by it's hot metal. Even the steam that clouded this whole place felt real and sweat perls rushed down all over my body, the temperature was torture.

A sinister chuckled caught my attention, which caused me to looked in various direction to find the source it was coming from. Only a black silhouette was noticeable in the thick shades of red and it disappeared the moment I laid eyes on it.

"Hello....?" I unsurelly called out to the mysterious creature as I walked towards the direction, where I had last seen the shadow. It wasn't easy to navigate myself through the fog that seemed to get more and more with every step I took. The boiler room seemed to never end and I may have gone in sirceles the whole time, because it always looks the same when I thought I passed those machines. It was an endless loop and I was right in the middle of it.

"Over here, (Y/n)..." A deep voice said chuckling. The voice came from various direction again, but it felt like it was standing right next to me.

"Where?!" I yelled out and began to cough uncontrollably as to much of the fog entered my lungs.
I shielded my eyes for a moment before I looked around again and the fog slowly but surely disappeared.
Finally I had a better view of the room I was in, the scenario has luckily changed a bit.

The red coloured turned into a much darker shade of red and the boilers were quieter. Well at least that means I passed the first stage of this weird dream.

"You still think this is a dream?"

Confused I turned myself around and bumped into someone's chest, but it felt way to real. My eyes shoot up to the face of the person in front of my and I immediately choked on my own breath as I got a good look at the man in fort of me. His face was burnt. A painful sight indeed, yet also horrific. A cruel smile formed on his lips as he grabbed my wrists and pulled me a bit closer to him, if that was even possible. I couldn't even struggle because of the fear that clouded my sight.

"Aww don't be afraid doll, I didn't give you a reason to....not yet anyways..~" he said chuckling at the end and came a bit closer with his face.

"I-" I couldn't even pronounce a word and immediately shut myself up as he began to sniff on my hair.

"Not much of a talker huh?" He asked as burried his nose in my hair even deeper.
"...but I don't mind...I like my girls quiet and obedient."

Just then I snapped and pulled myself away from this man. A wave of disgust filled my whole body as I took a glance at the creep, who in return looks rather amused.

"Who are you and what do you want from me you fucking creep." I asked growling and could feel my fists tighten.

"Oh? Did I forgot to introduce myself?" He asked shocked and straighten his posture. He takes off his head, bowing a bit with a smirk.

"My name is Fred Krueger, but you may refer me as Daddy." He said with a wink at the end which send shivers down my spine.

"I'd rather not, thank you."

"Hm...then call me Freddy first, we will get back to the other name later when I'm on top."

"What is fucking wrong with you?! Why am I here? What of a sick minded creep am I??" I asked many questions, as i turned myself away from him and closed my eyes, without receiving an answer to them. I must by delusional to dream such perverted creep who tries to seduce me in the most poorly way possible.

"You know that I can hear you right?" I opened my eyes again, only to see that the scenario has changed yet again. We were now in some abandoned house. Old pictures of a little girl were on each wall and little hearts are scattered all over them. 'I love you' was writen on the walls with red paint and some of the glass from the picture was shattered, only to have the girl in the main focus. Great. I'm not only dreaming about some creep, I'm also dreaming about a paedophile.

"I still can hear you." His voice filled the room again.

"Good, because I want you to know what kind of person you are."