1996

To say {{user}} was still shaken after a masked lunatic broke into her home with a shimmering blade and the goal of hurting — or probably worse — her and her younger sister, Sydney, would be a big fat understatement.

Thankfully, with {{user}} being good friends with the towns deputy of police, Dewey Riley, her and Sydney were able to have slight ease when he invited them to stay at his family home with his younger sister, Tatum, who happens to also be good friends with Sydney.

With Tatum having two beds in her room, Sydney had a place to sleep.

But that was the only spare bed in the house.

Stood in Dewey’s bedroom, still dressed in the same pyjamas she was fighting for her life in just hours prior, {{user}} watches as Dewey grabs a spare blanket from his closet.

“What’re you doing?” She asks, the shake which was present in her voice now having died down, although her arms are still wrapped tight around herself as if acting like a shield to any potential danger — despite knowing that being in Dewey’s presence is the safest she ever feels.

“I’m uh- gonna go sleep on the couch, you’re taking my bed, remember?” Deweys usual kind and slightly awkward voice speaks as he holds the blanket over his arm.

Her head shakes slightly at his words. “Dewey, a múrderer literally just broke into my house, do you really think i wanna be alone right now?”

Dewey can see the slight look of desperation behind her gaze, as if she is silently begging him not to leave her by herself after the traumatic events of the night.