The Opposite of Innocent | A Sequel to Unexpected Roommates [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 13: The Forest, Part 1 + Part 2

"You... You...!" He had to shout over the trembling of the earth, his eyes wild and fearful, "You opened the box, and-!"

"And I came."

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"Run, (Y/N)!" You never thought you'd see the day where Freddy Krueger, the Nightmare, sounded scared. From your place on the ground, gaze glued, locked onto the tree line, a silhouette blooms. This person, this creature, was at least six and a half feet tall, cast black by the incandescent blue light shining behind it. It walked slow, steps even, that voice still ringing through to the center of your skull, fear rooting you to your spot all the same. A hand locked around your arm and tore you from your place on the ground, Jason's hand. You finally snapped from your stupor enough to realize Freddy was right, and you had to go. The demon in question was tearing the chain from its place in his forearm, letting out a stifled cry as blood sprayed and his wild eyes turned back to you. "Let's go," His tone left room for no questions. "We have to get the fuck out of here-"

"But what about everyone else?!" You asked the question anyways, and could see the irritation that sparked furiously in Freddy's gaze at your defiance in such a dire situation.

"He wants you, (Y/N), fucking trust me for once and run!" That finally spurs you into frantic movement. You drag Jason with you, shaking free of his grip on your arm only to catch him by the hand instead; Freddy doesn't need to be dragged along, no, he's sprinting by your side the second you start to move.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), wait!!" That's Norman's voice, frantic to see you running for the tree line opposite to the demonic beast, but you don't have time to reply to him. Your feet are flying over roots, around brush, over dips and rises as if you knew the forest like it was where you'd spent your whole entire life. With Jason at your side, it felt like his knowledge was being poured from his own mind to yours.

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"Dr. Lecter! Something is wrong! Dr. Lecter!" Brahms cries out the words despite the pain splintering through his chest as he does so. Danny is still, too still, unmoving. He had been fighting for breath for the last long while, letting out choked wheezing sounds- then, Brahms noticed that wheezing had stopped. He wasn't breathing at all anymore. "Dr. Lecter!" Something was going on outside, shaking and shouting, but Brahms couldn't focus on anything but the friend in the bed across from him. Where was Hannibal?

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"Don't run," That shattering voice crawled through the trees like a wave of molasses, suffocating, not hindered by the distance nor the foliage around you, "Your fear is such a waste of good suffering." You run anyways because, fuck, you aren't stupid are you? You've been through way, way too much to die like this- to die over some shitty curiosity, some pathetic little cube. You let go of Jason's hand to throw yourself over a fallen log, and feel only a moment of confusion because that log wasn't fallen when you'd cut your hand yesterday. That confusion is very rapidly torn away when your feet plant down on the other side of said log; the only problem now is that one foot slams downwards, snapping through... something, only to be caught on the other end. You cry out, and fall forwards, wrenching your ankle painfully hard.

"Shit, doll, don't stop-" Freddy skitters to a halt, Jason rounding the tree in a much smarter, safer fashion than your hapless vaulting. He towers over you, machete in one hand, gaze trained on your incoming pursuer.

"My foot, it's stuck, there's something- there's something here, I don't know!" You turn as best you can to try and pull your foot free, but it really, really is stuck in there. It looks like a slab of wood, one that your foot has crashed right through. The rough edges of the hole scrape into your skin, and blood flows freely already. You think it might be sprained, and soon it'll be infected. Freddy drops at your side, his flighty gaze darting from your face to your foot to the demon over and over again in a cycle that made you anxious. He reached forwards to try and help maneuver your foot free, though his efforts were fruitless just the same.