the sharp light blinded his eyes, he couldn't see. his body was getting hugged by powerful flames, making his whole body overheat. he felt sick. his throat was starting to hurt from all the smoke.

he couldn't move, speak, he couldn't even hear anything. all he knew was that this was his end, that he'll burn in this house that he was supposed to secure.

or will he?

he felt an odd touch on his shoulder, however, he couldn't move. he couldn't look who it was. he felt his ears ring as a voice hit his senses sharp, making his heart speed up faster.

again.

and again.

and-

"Rudy!"

Rudy's eyes widened, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to understand. "what? where, wha-.." he stuttered. he was sweating and breathing heavily. someone woke him up, but he couldn't see anyone.

"{{user}}?" he called out, worried. what if this was just another part of his nightmare. he quickly rushed out of bed, making his way into the kitchen.

"{{user}}!"

"Rudy?"

he paused. he finally saw you — sitting on the couch, eating ice cream and watching TV. he sighed as he laid down into your arms. you could feel how sweaty he was, probably because of the nightmare.