It was around one am when I decided to leave the Hacker Space for the night and return to the apartment I shared with Wrench. I said goodbye to Josh who mumbled a goodbye back. I hugged Kat, who returned the favor. I hugged Sitara and she told me to get home safely. Lastly, I went over to Wrench who was fiddling with a toaster, the same one he had been fiddling with for the past hour and half.

I hugged him, with my arms under the vest to prevent myself getting impaled by the many spikes. He set his tools down and returned the hug. "I'll be home in a little while, Doll." He told me his voice ever distorted by the voice modifier.

I nodded and called a last good night to everyone before heading up the stairs and out the door of Gary's Games and Galore. I exited the store and pulled up the hood of my sweater and climbed onto my black bike. I kicked it to life and drove off.

When I arrived at the apartment in Oakland I parked and killed the engine before trudging up the many stairs to the two-bedroom apartment. I unlocked the door and shuffled into the bedroom that I shared with Wrench. I unbuttoned my light blue skinny jeans along with my untied black high-top converse. I kicked them to the side of the room and climbed into the bed earing just my grey DedSec hoodie and black boy shorts. I pulled the dark grey flannel blanket over my body and rested my head on Wrench's pillow and drifted off to sleep with the scent of cheap aftershave and cigarettes.

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She stood in a dark, abandoned warehouse. She had been here before. Not physically but mentally. This was the place she stood every single time she had a nightmare. While she waited for whatever would torture her tonight she pondered would terror would come out to play tonight. Would it be her father abusing her shouting and slurring how it was her fault that her mother was dead? Would it be her abusive ex, the one that beat her when he got drunk and wanted sex but she refused?

When the terror did appear, she was confused. In front of her stood Wrench. But it wasn't her Wrench. It was a demon Wrench that her subconscious created. For what purpose, she would never know. This Wrench stood the same height as her Wrench. This Wrench however possessed a rigid stance. Spine straight as an arrow. Arms tightly at his sides. Hands clenched in tight fists, causing the black ink and pale skin to stretch tautly over muscles and tendons. His attire was the same, same spiked converse, same ripped jeans with one tear exposing his red pentagram boxers. Same grey hoodie, same spiked denim vest adored with spikes and the 'Y U NO?' meme patch. The only thing that was slightly different was his mask. This Wrench's mask had red LED lights, which were displayed in angry slashes, ones that Cassidy was familiar with due to her Wrench's short temper.

This Wrench stood stock still, it was like the whole dream was frozen. She reached a hand out and softly called his name. Suddenly everything lunged into action. The dream Wrench ran towards her, his arms now outstretched. In a matter of seconds his hands were closed tightly around her throat.

She clawed desperately at his hands, that seemed to grow tighter and tighter each second. Her legs kicked out weakly, but he stood to far away for her kicks to land. With each passing, second, she found it harder and harder to breathe. She tried to scream, she tried to yell for help, to yell at him to stop, but it was like he was squeezing her vocal box. No noise came out, her vison became black, and she knew that she was going to die. So, she let her eyes close.

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A bright light flashed above me and I snapped my eyes open searching for the source. My heart was thudding harshly against my chest. My eyes landed on Wrench holding his phone with the flash light turned on. His mask displaying two exclamation points.

"Doll! Baby! Please tell me you're okay!" his voiced sounded strained under the voice modifier.

Ignoring the spikes, I kicked the flannel blanket off my small pale form and launched myself at him. My arms wrapping tightly around his neck, my face snuggling into the crook of his neck. His arms found their way around my waist catching me with ease. I sobbed into his neck as he rubbed my lower back.

"Doll... Baby... What happened?" He asked. "When I got home I heard these weird noises coming from the room. When I opened the door, you were flailing around and gasping for air and mouthing words."

"I had a bad dream..." I whispered in between sobs. "Y-You were there and you were just standing there until I said your name, then you lunged at me and started strangling me..."

His grip on me tightened. "I would never hurt you Doll... I-I love you too much." He whispered, a hand coming up to pet my head.

He sat on the edge of the bed and cradled me for a while, and waited for the sobs to doe down and for my heart to settle. Once it had he laid me gently on the bed. He quickly kicked off his shoes and jeans, he shrugged off the vest and took the hoodie off. He reached up and unhooked the mask causing the LED display to go blank. His ash blond hair was ruffled, in the most perfect way. He set the tech on the bedside table and laid next to me. He pulled me carefully into him, with my head resting on his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat. He pulled the blanket over the both us. I looked up and found his stunning blue grey eyes. I leaned up and captured his lips softly before laying back down on his chest. His left arm curled around my middle, while his right rested on y thigh where the callused fingers drew shapes softly on the scar ridden skin. My eyes flutter shut as I hear the headstrong hacker hum a punk rock tune.