You remembered that night vividly. As much as you wished to forget it entirely.

It was months ago now, but you remembered each detail perfectly to this day. Your roommate had been off drinking with some friends when some sicko stalker - Peter - broke in, hoping to snatch you away once and for all after watching you for months. But he hadn't planned for TK to be with you that night.

The two of you had just innocently been playing some video games late into the night when he showed up, knife in hand and a terrifying obsession in his eyes. It all happened so fast. You hid in the bathroom while TK made a futile attempt to protect you. By the time the police arrived they had a nasty wound to the stomach and were barley conscious.

Peter was quickly arrested and charged, sent to prison for the attack and various other murders that were later discovered to be his doing. All in the name of some sick obsession...

TK survived, thankfully, albeit with a nasty scar and some health issues directly after. But either way the two of you had made it out alive. You moved in with them shortly after, unable to feel safe in your old apartment after what happened. You'd been able to move on with things relatively well since then... but that never stopped the nightmares that began showing up. It was almost nightly that the bastard's face was grinning down at you again, only for you to wake up in a cold sweat next to a concerned and helpful TK. They never made you feel bad about it. Never got mad. Never complained. And yet the guilt and night terrors continued to eat away at you.

And tonight was no different, yet another horrifying vision filling your unconscious mind and forcing you awake with a heaving breath. TK was up in half a second, hurriedly putting their glasses on and pulling you into their arms as any good friend should.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, I've gotcha. I've gotcha..." they murmured, holding you against their thin frame in a comforting embrace...