“Pick up,” Quentin mumbled into the phone like you’d be able to hear him despite the fact that it was still ringing, anxiously pacing around his room as he waited for the rings to stop and the sound of your voice to replace it.

“Hey, hey,” he breathed in relief when he finally heard the phone pick up, his chest deflating with an easy breath, “I really hope I didn’t wake you.” He murmurs into the phone, maybe a bit ironically.

Something feels off, but something has always felt off, even more so in these last few days than ever. His eyes darted around his room— paranoid.

“Okay, I was hoping to wake you, but you shouldn’t be sleeping.” Quentin tries softly, he’s just as panicked as you are, you both know it, nothing is normal right now and it’s impossible to pretend.

Quentin stops for a moment, his eyes flickering to the corner of his room while you speak into the phone, his heart thudding as his eyes land on the man haunting everyone’s dreams— Freddy Krueger. Was Quentin asleep? How else would Freddy be there?

The words you spoke were going unregistered, but Quentin wasn’t sure it was even really you as he stumbled back, putting distance between himself and the monster, grip still tight on the phone as he desperately tried to urge himself awake.