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Quentin had always been unsure of his sexuality, finding boys extremely handsome - more so than girls at least. It had been difficult for him, he'd never come out of the closet. He knew his dad would've been against it; heck, he probably would've kicked Quentin out of the house and onto the streets. His dad was old-fashioned alright.

The kids back at school always teased him, his learning experience being absolute hell. He didn't tell everyone straight out of course, but his best friend had "accidentally" spilled the beans on more than one occasion. What was so bad about finding boys more attractive than girls? He'd never understood this strange standpoint. It was belittling, to say the least.

When he had gone to preschool, it was even worse. His so-called "friends" - Kris and Jesse - had mocked him ruthlessly, constantly pestering him about being in love with Jesse or some other boy in the class. The only one who had remained quiet - or at least neutral - had been Nancy, the introverted and shy little girl who sat next to him.

This particular day Quentin was sat at the table; the table being shared by Nancy, Kris, Jesse and Feng. It was art lesson, but the class was relatively relaxed during this period. Nancy always drew her friends and herself playing games outside with the gardener, Kris drew cutesy things, Jesse drew cars and toys, and Feng drew her gameboy.

Quentin had drawn two boys holding hands, wistfully staring at his sketch. Suddenly it got snatched out of his hands, the culprit being Kris. Of course. She giggled and passed it around the table, Quentin feebly protesting for her to give it back. However he'd never been very brave, so they all ignored him.

"Look at this, look at this!" Kris chanted in glee, showing it to the other table once everyone - except Nancy - on his table had laughed at it.

"Kris, just give me my drawing back. P-Please." Quentin attempted to sound aggressive, but his sentence only sounded like a timid plea.

"No way! Are you kidding me? It's really weird! You're so odd Quentin." She laughed and the girl on the other table took it, showing it to her friends too.

The laughing increased; soon the whole class was snickering. The teacher couldn't care less, only typing on her computer and munching on an apple. Why didn't she step in? Why wasn't she saying anything?! All these frantic thoughts ran through his mind, tears springing to his eyes as he silently begged for his drawing back.

"Bet it's Quentin and Jesse!"
"Ooh, ooh, maybe it's Quentin and the gardener!"
"Quentin and Rick!"
"Quentin and a boy sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G!" Usually Quentin could hold in his emotions and wait until he got home to dissolve into weak tears, but today he snapped.

"Shut up! Just shut up! Why does everyone laugh at me!? I hate you all! I hate this class and I hate this school!" He bursted out emotionally, running out of class and going into the playground.

He knew a teacher would get him in a few minutes and reprimand him, but for once he didn't care. Quentin was only 5-years-old at the time, so he didn't even have the mindset to skip school. But he could still skulk around outside until someone came looking for him. So he sat on one of the swings, digging his heel into the dirt savagely.

"Lunch ended an hour ago, didn't it Quinn?" Quentin looked up to see the gardener - Freddy - in front of him; the male having a casual smile on his face.

"Yeah. It did." Quentin muttered, acting defiant. Everyone laughed at him, so why not be rude to everyone else? It was only fair, wasn't it? He just scowled and pretended not to care, amusing the gardener.

"Whatcha doing out here? You're missing art class, and you told me that was your favourite lesson." Freddy took a seat on the other swing, looking down at the boy with a sincere look of concern.

"I just...I didn't feel like it today! And it's not my favourite lesson, I hate art!" Quentin hopped off the swing and stamped his foot on the ground, his voice growing louder as he grew more irritated. Why was the gardener pretending to care about him? Why? Why!?

"I don't think that's quite true. You drew me yesterday, didn't you? I really liked it." Freddy tried to calm the hurt child down calmly, but Quentin only got more worked up.

"You're just saying that! No one likes anything I do! Nobody! Everyone laughs at me! I can't do anything without being laughed at and I hate it!" He shouted in rage, his fists balled up and tears still glittering on his lashes.

"If I hated what you drew I wouldn't have kept it, now would I?" The gardener cleverly asked as he pulled a thin sheet of paper out of his jacket's pocket. It was a drawing Quentin had done; a picture of Freddy and him playing together.

"I don't care, it was dumb anyway. Why would you keep it? Talk about stupid." Quentin huffed coldly, turning away.

"You do care. You care so much that you're taking it out on everyone else. What happened today Quentin? What happened to make you so upset?" Freddy questioned carefully - not even using Quentin's nickname "Quinn", because he was being serious.

Quentin kept quiet, still acting feisty as he wondered whether he should open up. Would the gardener laugh at him? Or would he be the first person to comfort and reassure him? The small boy jumped when Freddy placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze whilst he waited.

"The kids in my class...they laughed at my drawing today." Quentin stiffly answered, holding most of the story back. Freddy sensed this and wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders - guiding him away from the swings.

"They did? I can't imagine Nancy laughing at you...Did they do anything else?" His tone was kind but stern, wanting the whole truth from Quentin.

"Nancy didn't laugh. She was the only one. I-It was Kris who passed it around! Then everyone else started laughing and making jokes." Quentin snapped; on edge.

"I see. Did Mrs Smith step in and tell them to stop?" Freddy probed further, being precautious as he knew of the little boy's defensive temper. Quentin stopped walking, tears trickling down his cheeks and his body beginning to tremble.

"No. No she didn't. Nobody ever does. It's because I'm a freak." His voice wobbled whilst he tried not to sob. The bitterness of the whole situation was strong to a five-year-old though, so it was tough not to break down and full on cry.

"You're not a freak Quinn. Your drawings are excellent and you're very cute. The children in your class are probably jealous, and think that poking fun at you will make you miserable. Don't give into their teasing, kiddo." The gardener gave kind advice and brought Quentin into a hug - the sudden act of tenderness making him break down at last.

"B-But no one likes me. How can they be jealous of a loser like me?" He wailed weakly, clutching the older man's jacket and shaking.

"I like you. Why don't you come with me? I'll show you a secret. Just don't tell anyone~"

"Quentin?"

"Okay. W-Where are we going?"

"It's a secret cave, filled with sweets and other cool things. You'll love it. But you can't tell your classmates."

"Quentin!"

"I won't tell."

"Good...Good boy Quinn, very good boy~"

"QUENTIN!"

Quentin gasped and sat up, sweat rolling down his forehead. He had been sleeping on the ground...but why? He looked up to see Feng Min, the girl who he'd gone to school with. But she was meant to be at a gaming competition, so why was she with him? Glancing around, Quentin saw an abandoned preschool, the street he was lying on, and a woodish area behind the road.

"Feng? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" He tiredly asked as he stifled a yawn.

"I don't know. I was on my flight to New York, to battle The Black Dragons - an elite gaming team who win 90% of their competitions. I fell asleep and for some reason I woke up here." Feng answered curtly; definitely irritated that she'd miss her gaming competition.

"I was in my room, finishing off an essay...I'm not sure how I got here either." Quentin bit his lip and sighed, getting to his feet slowly.

"First things first, we should look around and see if we can find anyone else. Maybe other people have been dragged here too." Feng strategized smartly.

"Good idea." Quentin nodded and followed her lead, both of the teens moving towards the desolated preschool.

"Hello? Anyone? Is anyone in here?" She cautiously called - cupping her mouth to echo the sound. In the distance a lullaby could be heard; little girls singing ominously.

"Do you hear that?" He brought it to Feng's attention nervously, making the blunt girl turn around.

"Hear what?" She cocked her head and listened.

"The singing...-it sounds like children. Perhaps there are other people." Quentin piped up.

"There's no kids here." A new voice denied his remark sternly, causing Quentin and Feng to jump.

"Just who the hell are you?" Feng grew defensive - she'd never been good at getting along with people.

"I could ask you the same, gamer girl. What are you and your boyfriend doing here?" The beanie-wearing girl drawled out, another male at her side.

"He's not my boyfriend." Feng muttered sourly, annoyed as she folded her arms.

"My name's Quentin - Quentin Smith - and this is Feng Min. W-We're not sure how we got here, maybe you could help us?" Quentin decided to intervene, introducing them both shyly.

"I'm Nea, and this is my boyfriend David. We've been in this game a loooong time. Guess you guys are a couple of newbies, huh?" Nea smirked.

"Who are you calling a newbie?! I'm not a newbie! I'm the leader of a prestigious gaming team and we're known throughout the nation!" Feng bursted out - very touchy about her team.

"Woah woah, chillax. My doll didn't mean to start beef - she just likes to tease, don't you honey?" David chuckled and wrapped an arm around Nea's waist; pulling the girl close.

"Easy Feng." Quentin placed a hand on Feng's shoulder as a comforting action, but she just jerked away from his touch - sending Nea an icy glare.

"Calm your tits, Ice Queen. So why are you guys here? This isn't the safest place to be, you know." Nea jauntily remarked.

"We don't really know why we're here." Quentin admitted awkwardly, holding his arm whilst he wondered what to say.

"Well you two should probably come with us. Because Nea's right - it's not safe here. There's a serial killer among us." David pointed out and acted serious.

"A-A serial killer? What-What do you mean by that?" Quentin stammered in confusion, half-perplexed and half-afraid of his sentence.

"Exactly what he said, doofus. We call him The Nightmare." Nea retorted as she grew impatient, irritated by Quentin's lack of understanding.

"Bit of a juvenile nickname, if you ask me." Feng insulted pettily.

"Well no one did ask you bi-"

"We call him The Nightmare because he pulls his victims into a dreamworld before he tries to kill them." David cut across Nea's bitter response and tried to calm both girls, knowing how quick-witted his girlfriend could be.

"So how do we avoid him?" Feng huffily asked, folding her arms and ignoring Nea.

"You can't. He's invisible to the human eye until you're in the dreamworld. You get dragged in and then you pray to God that someone wakes you up." Nea answered coldly.

"H-How do we get out of here?" Quentin inquired; feeling immensely on edge.

"We need to repair broken generators. There's four of us, so we should fix them quickly. Follow us." David began to walk and Nea stalked after him, shooting Feng and Quentin a dark scowl.

"Nice couple." Feng mocked in annoyance.

"We should follow them." Quentin took a step forwards but Feng grasped his arm - forcing him to stop.

"Are you kidding me? Why on Earth would we go with such rude people?" Feng snapped as she let her hatred towards Nea show.

"Like it or not, they know more about this place than we do. We have to stay with them if we want to survive this killer. It's the best plan." Quentin sighed and faced Feng fully, knowing she'd be difficult about it.

"We don't know that there's a killer - they could be fucking with us. I bet you they're laughing about it right now." Feng accused wildly, narrowing her eyes.

"And if they're not? Do you want to take that chance and die?" Quentin quietly spoke. She gritted her teeth and thought about it, giving a small shake of her head soon after.

"C'mon Feng." He sent her a smile and set off after the couple ahead, the gamer girl tagging along behind him.

"Thought you two got lost. Anyway help us fix this." Nea rolled her eyes as the two of them finally caught up, her jeering attitude coming into play immediately.

"We didn't get fucking lost you c-"

"How do we fix it, exactly?" Quentin interrupted Feng and talked to Nea instead.

"You don't even know how to fix this? Honestly." Nea complained, pausing the repair to show Quentin.

"I can teach them." A new voice came from behind the group, and they turned to see another survivor.

This survivor had shaggy dark-brown hair and umber-coloured eyes, his expression one of kindness. He wore a moss-green jacket and cargo pants, an expensive toolbox in his hand as he sent the group a calming smile. Whoever this guy was, he was kinder than the sharp-tongued Nea. Quentin already felt warm towards him - a soft blush spreading across his cheeks as his heart gave a tiny flutter.

"You're still alive? You looked pretty fucked from where I was standing." Nea grinned and gave a thumbs-up; clearly impressed by his survival.

"You're as helpful as ever, Karlsson." The new male chuckled and shook his head, amused.

"This is Jake. Jake, this is Quentin and Feng." David introduced the three pleasantly.

"Nice to see we have calm spirits on the team. We had another survivor last time we faced The Nightmare, but she sprinted away and got herself killed." Jake ruefully remarked, fixing the generator with David and Nea. Probably to spare Quentin and Feng from Nea's tongue.

"G-Got herself killed...?" Quentin repeated; aghast at the gruesome news.

"Yeah. Thompson wasn't the smartest on the team, y'know? Ah well." Jake shrugged softly and continued working on the gen.

"You keep calling people by their last names. Why?" Feng questioned in a challenging tone, not being a very social person.

"It's just something I do." Jake lightly replied.

"Alrighty, one generator done. We did one earlier, so we've only got three left." David calculated as the generator lit up, the bright light showing throughout the area.

They all moved away from the generator; the group stealthily sneaking through the foliage to avoid being spotted by the serial slasher. Nea and David kept to themselves, but Nea - and surprisingly Jake - kept close to Quentin, the shy boy getting nervous. He already liked the casual male beside him, mainly because he never really had friends - or people - that treated him kindly. I-It wasn't love at first sight or some stupid thing like that though!

"You 'aight, Q? You're blushing like crazy." Nea snickered as the group entered the desolate school; the stealth-play being abandoned.

"N-No I'm not!" Quentin defended himself quickly, avoiding Nea's malicious gaze.

"You are. What's wrong with you? Y-You're s-stuttering t-too!" She mocked him ruthlessly, beginning to giggle as she wouldn't leave the subject alone.

"Leave him alone!" Feng sharply protected Quentin, her face angry.

"Is it because of Jake? You weren't this embarrassed before he came... That's it, isn't it?" Nea laughed and covered her mouth - muffling the sound.

"Looks like Jake has an admirer." David chuckled as he joined in, a smirk growing on his facial features.

"Shut up." Quentin mumbled in shame, turning away from the group.

"I didn't know you were homophobes. That's disgusting." Feng hissed; repulsed by their behaviour. Quentin was her friend from kindergarten, and although they never spoke much she'd always be just that - his friend.

"We're not, we're not. It's just funny." David's smirk didn't disappear, his tone slightly unkind.

"I don't think it's funny. You're laughing at someone's feelings." Jake suddenly turned stern and that shut the rude couple up, both of them looking surprised at him.

"Quentin," Jake placed a hand on the younger boy's shoulder,"-I'm honoured you think so highly of me already, but unfortunately I'm straight."

Quentin couldn't stand the shame any longer and broke away from Jake's hand, running away from the group as hurt tears flooded his cheeks. Feng called after him in worry but he ignored her, his rage and misery taking control of his mind. Why did this always happen? He wasn't in love with Jake or anything, he just thought the toolbox-holding survivor was naturally attractive. Not to mention kind and helpful. Why, oh why did he get mocked wherever he went!?

Sweet singing surrounded him and Quentin rubbed at his eyes, tears and dirt staining his face whilst he grew drowsy. Where was this lullaby coming from? No one was near him - so no one was singing. The world flickered from a coloured place to one of black and white; grey ash floating from the sky as everything withered around him. It kept flickering back and forth, before the black and white world stayed set.

This must be the dreamworld Nea was talking about. Which means-

"My, my, you've certainly grown, Quinn." An amused voice caught his attention and Quentin turned; spotting someone behind him.

This someone wielded some sort of knifed glove on his hand, the weaponised clothing stained with dark blood. The mysterious male wore a striped sweater, brown pants and a frayed fedora - looking awfully burnt too. What had happened to him? Was this 'The Nightmare' that Nea and David had spoken of? Quentin eyed him warily, watching the guy take a step closer to him.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Quentin fiercely interrogated, tired of everyone and everything.

"You've forgotten me, how boring. You were my favourite child out of them all, you know." The man smugly spoke, slicing the wall next to them suddenly. Quentin flinched but kept his cool, steadily glaring at the male and pretending to be brave.

"Quentin? Quentin!" A distant voice shouted, the voice being very familiar. A minute later Feng skidded into the room, halting as she rubbed at her eyes. Then she gasped at the sly-looking man, recognising him at once.

"Quentin get away from him! Don't you know who you're talking to?!" Feng panicked, grabbing Quentin's arm and looking at him with pleading eyes.

The guy's mischievous grin deepened as he moved forwards and seized Feng by the neck, holding her in the air for a few seconds before throwing her to the ground. Quentin's eyes widened, the boy breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that Feng was alright.

"Why did you throw her? Leave her alone!" Quentin yelled at the unknown man in anger, his outrage becoming his courage.

"Why don't you tell him who I am, Feng? Go on, tell him! TELL HIM!" The man switched from amused to angry in the space of a second, startling Quentin.

"Feng?" Quentin looked towards Feng, back at the man and then towards her again; genuinely confused.

"The kindergarten we went to...Do you remember...what it was...called?" She coughed a little as she sat up - winded.

"Badham Preschool, right? That's-" Quentin stopped and looked around, recognising the school they were in. This abandoned, shut-down preschool was Badham - the same school he'd been to as a small child.

"Do you remember the...the gardener? His name?" Feng held her side and glared daggers at the male in front of her, disliking him intensely.

Why was she bringing up the gardener? Quentin tried to recall what the gardener looked like and then looked at the fedora-wearing guy, seeing the similarities. No...This couldn't be the same man. The gardener was kind and didn't have some weird glove weapon. But his eyes - they were the same eyes. It was Freddy. Freddy Krueger.

"Freddy Krueger." Quentin said in a faint voice, surprise flickering across his face.

"The one and only~" Freddy's voice dripped with pride as he leaned against the wall; pleased.

"He did terrible things to us Quentin! He-He abused us and told us not to tell anyone! My mother and the rest of our parents burnt him alive as a punishment, so don't trust him! You were his favourite, you were the one he hurt the most-!" Feng's hysterical warning got cut off as Freddy's hand curled around her neck again and slammed her against the wall - irritated that she was trying to twist his precious Quentin against him.

"Let her go! Please! She's the only one who's stood by me all these years!" Quentin bursted out, begging for her safety. Freddy swiped at her chest and let her slump back to the ground, satisfied by her bleeding-out state.

"Oh I doubt that, Quinn." He smirked and walked towards Quentin, his claws outstretched. The timid boy tensed up, taking steps away from the psychotic killer as he looked for a way to help Feng. Then his back hit a wall. Shit.

"You say she's stood by you? That's a lie and you know it. This bitch hasn't been back in Springwood for about a decade - she's been too busy playing video-games to worry about your feelings." Freddy pointed out in amusement, grabbing Quentin's chin and tilting it towards him.

"S-She still wrote to me." Quentin stuttered defiantly.

"-For about a year. You're still so naïve Quinn, so innocent...so pure..." The slasher hungrily purred, gazing into Quentin's eyes like a predator.

"L-Leave him alone." Feng's weak voice came from the floor, her hands clasped over the bloody wound as she tried to defend him.

"No, no, no, I'm not letting him get away from me a second time." Freddy said slyly.

"Q-Quentin, you've got to get out of here. D-Don't let him twist you. Please..." Feng's face grew pale from blood loss, her earnest expression getting to Quentin.

"Leave me alone. Feng's my friend." Quentin decided courageously, breaking away from the demonic male and moving over to Feng.

"Why? So she can laugh at you behind your back? Like in art class? With Kris and Jesse?" Freddy's taunting tone made the boy stop in his tracks; Quentin recalling the memory.

"I-I was just a kid then. I-I didn't know any b-better. D-Don't listen to him." Feng pleaded in pain, clutching her chest.

"She knew exactly what she was doing when she laughed at you. They thought you were nothing more than a joke, and she still thinks you're a loser-" Freddy cruelly talked into Quentin's ear as he tried to rile the gullible boy up.

"H-He's lying-!"

"Look at her Quentin, look. She's mocking you now - even as she's dying!"

"H-He's just m-manipulating you. Get away from him." Feng groaned and gave it her last shot to save Quentin.

"She's the bitch who's manipulating you. I bet you're tired of being made fun of, aren't you? I bet you're tired of being laughed at... shamed... targeted..." Freddy cooed deceitfully; happy when Quentin dipped his head, giving a half-nod.

"Even the survivors from earlier mocked you, didn't they? Stay with me and you can take your revenge. Make them pay Quentin, make them all pay~" He swayed Quentin as best as he could, content when the teen began to shake with rage.

"Q-Quentin no...Don't do this..." Feng whispered brokenly, her voice dying out.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! He's right, you were never there for me! My whole life I've been laughed at and treated like dirt! Well no more, no more Feng! Why don't you just f u c k i n g  d i e?!" Quentin exploded, charging at the girl and grabbing a broken shard of glass from the floor - intent on killing her.

Screams filled the air as Feng's last moments consisted of her being slashed to death by her old friend, Quentin Smith. The Nightmare stood behind him, proud and obsessed with the new monster he'd created. "Well done Quinn...well~done~"

BAM! Sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be good and I also had so many other things to do that I almost forgot about this stray one-shot. This book is going on hold for a bit whilst I rewrite the Michael Myers x Reader, and then I shall continue taking requests. Hope you enjoyed, love you all💕-Cam ^-^