((As suggested by @purplechick139))
Something always brings me back to you
The red headed male took a long drag from his cigarette.
Usually their home was buzzing with activity; in the morning, the loud beeping of the clock, the smell of Manny attempting to make his two friends breakfast, and occasional giggles from the blue headed boy as he watched the other house tenants get more and more frustrated with his antics. In the night, there was the hushed bickering and whispers that eventually evolved into panicked shouts and protests, followed with apologetic chuckles.
It was a rarity for the house to be in complete and total silence, so Harry was very appreciative of this moment.
He rolled his head back, relaxing his shoulders and letting the smoke sit in his throat, creating a warm sensation all over.
Manny and Robin were out of the house currently, and they would be for at least a week, so he had a little time to just relax and be himself. To his knowledge, they were sleeping over at Manny's friend's house.
Harry let out choked laughs as he remembered the whole spew of dialogue between Manny and Robin on the subject of him staying over at a girl's house for a week. The smoke escaped his mouth in light grey clouds.
Those two were idiots sometimes, but they were his idiots, and he loved them very much.
So long story short, the male would be staying by himself for a little while.
This was totally fine with him. He was 18, he knew how to take care of himself, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that something would go terribly wrong.
He remembered his last encounter with the terrifying objects like it was yesterday.
Every year since he's lived here, they had owned the four objects;
A notepad
A clock
A computer
A globe (though the globe wasn't that horrible).
Somehow, someway, the objects had gained sentience, and had attacked the three.
Though the notepad had forced him to eat his pet cat, and the computer had trapped him in a never ending labyrinth of doors, he could never forget what the clock had done.
He shuddered at the memory of rotting flesh and the inevitability of death.
Harry quickly glanced at the blue clock, red arrows pointing to the golden ticks on its face.
5:15 pm
Why should he be worried?
It's been a year since the event happened, and the objects had showed no signs of being sentient since then. Even Manny was starting to warm up to their home environment again, and he was the most impressionable of the three.
He still had occasional night terrors, but he was thankful that his two friends were recovering well.
He crushed his cigarette in the little tray on the brown table next to his chair.
Although he liked the silence, sitting here and getting too lost in his thoughts wasn't doing him too good.
The tall red head stood up and stretched, a yawn escaping his lips. Maybe he should catch up on his sleep, since he was one to stay up until the little hours of the morning.
Harry trudged upstairs to his bedroom, and settled into his bed.
After a few minutes of laying still with his eyes closed tightly, he realized he could still hear the slightly annoying ticking of the clock downstairs.
Odd.
It sounded so close.
Eventually, the man payed attention to nothing else, and sighed in content as the soft ticking of the clock lulled him into a deep sleep.

"I've been watching you,"
Harry furrowed his brows. Where was he? It was all...black...
Ah. He still had his eyes closed.
The red head opened his eyes slowly, and observed his surroundings, only to find he was standing on a floating yellow road, a bright galaxy stretching as far as the eye can see.
"Wh-wha...?" He asked in a lethargic stupor. "Where am I...?"
"I've been observing your actions very closely," the voice spoke again. It was a deep-yet soft- British accent, the one that you you could find on radio stations, or on ASMR recordings. It was silky, and sweet, yet firm, and that was the beauty of it. The speaker could almost make Harry fall asleep. He was having a very hard time keeping his eyes open.
"Listen to me." The voice boomed. He was not yelling, but the tone had definitely shook Harry into consciousness. It was like it could sense his fatigue. He knew that voice from somewhere, but he couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He'd need to hear it a second time for him to know for sure.
So the man waited in silent anticipation for the voice to return.
"As I was saying, I have been observing your actions very closely...and by the looks of it, you haven't learned a thing," said the voice. His tone was malevolent, and dark as he reached the end of the sentence.
Harry's blue eyes widened in realization as he was plunged into this horrible nostalgia. He knew exactly who the silk voice belonged to, even if he didn't want to believe it.
The man tsked.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," he gave a slight chuckle.
Harry didn't even bother to look for the source of the words, because the voice seemed to be coming from all around him.
"What do you want??" Harry shouted to the open.
"Haven't you and your little friends taken a thing or two from my lesson a while ago?" He asked in a taunting voice. "I watched you for so long, and it's seems as if you've forgotten! Wasting your time on silly things that have no importance..."
The voice paused just for a moment, much to Harry's relief.
"How rude...~" he spoke again.
In front of the scarlet haired male, something materialized.
It was the outline of a body, that was slowly but surely coming together to perform a face that Harry hadn't seen before.
A tall, burly man now stood in front of him, wearing black jeans, a red button up shirt, and a galaxy jacket.
How suave.
To top it off, he wore a brightly coloured bow tie, and his skin was a marvellous shade of blue. He had a large scar running across his face, and jet black hair with yellow bangs.
"I thought my teaching method was pretty straight forward~" his voice was clear now, instead of just an echo reverberating off of Harry's mind.
The red head backed up, sapphire eyes wide in shock.
The man only stepped closer, taking off his glove with his teeth, and dropping it off of the platform, only for it to fall far down until it was nothing but a white spec against Harry's vision.
"I guess I will have to teach you again~" said the man.
With a swift moment, he grabbed Harry around the waist, and clutched him tight, his undressed hand starting to rot the other man's flesh.
Harry squirmed as the harsh scent filled his nose. It burned at his insides, making his heart beat fast. He let out a pained scream, and begged the man to stop.
Eventually, the tall male let go of the red head, letting him fall to the ground at his feet.
"I don't think we have been properly acquainted. You see, in out last encounter I only had a certain amount of time to spare before I reverted to my original form," he explained. "Anyways, the name's Anthony, but you may call my Tony,"
Harry's red tresses were like a curtain in front of his face. He struggled to lift his head and look up at his attacker.
"Need a hand?~" he asked in his charming British accent.
Harry hesitantly gripped the blue man's outstretched hand, only for it to burn him in return.
"Ow!!" He quickly retracted his hand, sucking on it, and getting shakily up to his feet.
"Wh-what do you want, Tony??" He asked in a serious tone. He spoke in a brave voice, but he was shaking, and deep down he knew he was scared. He could see that Tony knew it as well.
Tony chuckled deeply, marvelling at his student.
"What I want??? What I want is for you to learn!"
"Learn what...?" Harry asked.
"Learn what is right from wrong. Learning how to use your time to be efficient," Tony said.
Harry's ice orbs bore holes into Tony's form, but the clock just chose to ignore it.
"I don't get why it is so important to you anyways..." Harry mumbled.
Tony huffed.
"How many times will I have to show you???" He took off his other glove.
Harry instinctively backed away, making Tony grin.
"Perhaps another teaching method will make you understand~"
He walked closer to the man, grabbing his hips and pulling him against himself.
Harry yelped, expecting it to burn, but surprisingly it did not, but now he was toe to toe, chest to chest, and face to face with the nightmare, their hips touching.
Harry frowned in disgust, but a small blush appeared on his cheeks. He tried to pull away.
"What are you doing?!?!" He asked in a panicked tone.
"I'm only doing what it takes to make this lesson," Tony paused, and pulled him closer yet again, resting his hands safely above Harry's rear. "Memorable~"
Harry's blush darkened, and he froze up, at a loss of words. He scowled, trying to break free one more time. Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation from where Tony's hands were. He squeaked, his knees going weak.
"Don't test me boy," Tony spoke in a dark tone, his crooked grin disappearing, and all the playful shimmer in his eyes fading.
Harry nodded rapidly, and decide to comply with Tony's rules for now.
Tony smiled softly, leaning towards Harry's neck and placing a small kiss on the man's neck.
Harry's face flushed. "Wh!!" He frowned. "Tony...."
Tony continued to kiss up Harry's neck, his kisses starting to burn the sensitive skin.
The red head shivered. "Tony...~ouch..."
Tony smirked, continuing to leave little scorch, love marks on his neck and on his collar.
Harry was a quivering, blushing mess by now. He whimpered at Tony's touch.
He didn't dare to move, or else Tony would nip at his neck, which hurt more than it should have.
The clock hesitantly pressed his lips against Harry's.
The red head's eyes widened in surprise and fear, but he found himself kissing back, only for it to burn his lips.
Tony explored the man's mouth with his tongue, while holding his wrists tightly. That was sure to leave a bruise.
Harry pulled away, blushing profusely.
"I-I think I understand now..." He didn't want this to escalate any further than it had.
A wide smirk spread across the man's face. He suddenly pushed Harry off the platform, letting him fall into an endless loop.
Harry was short of breath. It all happened so fast he didn't know what to think, or how to react. He shut his eyes tightly. This was a dream. This had to be a dream.
The male shut his eyes tightly, and dug his nails in the palm of his hands, trying his best to shake himself out of this nightmare.
Eventually it worked.
The falling sensation had stopped, and when he opened his eyes he was back in his king sized bed, just like he was before.

The only difference was that the side where the man had grabbed him still stung a lot, and he had a pounding headache.
Harry groaned as he sat up agonizingly slow, the pain jabbing at his sensitive flesh. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the wisp of the bad dream out of his system. He knew he shouldn't have thought about those objects for too long.
He shivered at the thought of the man grabbing him by the waist.
As his vision adjusted, he noticed that there was a blue clock on his wall, facing him.
The same blue clock that was downstairs.
A small yelp arose from Harry, and he kicked his navy blue blankets off of his body, running out of the room.
"Go ahead and run~ I'll come back...~ there's more fun to be had, and so little time~"

((HHHHHH THIS WAS ABSOLUTE SIN IM SOrrY))