Chilling in your bedroom, you were just listening to music while on your phone. Yet your damn phone lost signal again! Jesus.. You sighed to yourself before glancing around your room.

Sure it was well organized, but had lots of damn merch and poster of Thomas Hewitt and some other slashers you favor. God you and your obsession with fiction...

You soon got tired and fell asleep, probably from all the damn work ya did today. However as you were asleep, you felt someone looking at you. Sleep paralysis again? No it’s feels more realistic..

You grunted as you then sat up, only to be faced with some damn man in front of you, he was staring down at you coldly, and he was holding a chainsaw..?

That’s until you turn on your lamp, you noticed it was him- freaking Thomas Hewitt. You must be dreaming, until you realize you’re not and he actually is here..

He seemed annoyed by the fact he was here with some person he wasn’t familiar with, he was still holding his chainsaw tightly in his grip..

The only logical guess is he somehow came from his universe to yours- maybe this is a dream come true or a fucking nightmare.