𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑
NIGHTMARE COME TO LIFE
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"Chris, did you hear what I asked you?"

The boy in question blinked rapidly, lifting his gaze to Jason sat across him in a leather chair. Careful calculating eyes zeroed in on him and every movement he made. Taking small and subtle notes onto the notepad resting on his crossed legs. Yet, still having a patient aura around him as he waited for Chris to answer. Despite his arched eyebrow beckoning for the Jones boy to answer his brand new question.

But Chris took a few moments, opening his mouth to speak, but finding nothing. Pressing his lips together with a tiny shake of his head. Desperately trying to remember what his friend had asked him, knowing he'd heard him, but still finding himself forgetful of the question. Hell, as he sat there quietly, waiting for a response from Jason, he tried to remember why he was here. When did he get here? What was going on? Where was he?

Only the further he questioned it, the further he was pushed back. Always meeting a mental wall blocking him from understanding the truth. His eyes carefully glossing over his surroundings with a frown. An ordinary office with the sun peeking through the window. Giving off a naturally beautiful glow, yet, beyond in the distance, clouds were closing in. Internally chastising himself for not grabbing a coat before showing up to session today. Why would he grab a coat?

A soft hum came from Jason, gaining Chris's attention. Watching the redhead write in the notebook with a soft nod. "What are you writing?" Chris inquired, adjusting his position in his seat. No response was given, only the clicking of the pen that Jason rested on the book. Lifting his head towards Chris with a warm smile.

"I asked if you remember what happened." Jason reminded, only putting the Jones boy in a further state of confusion. Chuckling softly, eyebrows knitting together as he frowned. "I- I don't understand."

"Do you remember what happened?" A click of the pen drew Chris's attention. Eyes flickering to the small object that now rested in the Blossom's grasp. "I- I-" He desperately tried to reply, but was cut off by the clicking of the pen again.

The crackling of thunder outside echoing through the air. Chris's head snapping in the direction of the cloud now hanging overhead. The sun is blocked out by the large dark puffy clouds. Then the click happened again, his attention snapping back to Jason. "Chris, you need to remember."

"I don't understand what you mean!" Chris exclaimed, not meaning to raise his tone towards his best friend. Nothing about this made any form of sense. There was no information Chris had from beforehand and had no recollection of why he was here. But Jason, just seemed, normal and unperturbed of what was happening right now.

In fact, his expression seemed to tell Chris that there was some form of understanding or disappointment. Nothing telling him which was the true feeling his best friend was happening, but it could be both. At this point, Chris was convinced it could be anything. And it seemed to be the truth when he saw Jason sigh, shuffling in his seat. "I see."

Jason murmured, clicking the pen and beginning to write in the notebook again. Leaving more confusion to fill Chris who was sensing something. Something terribly wrong with every happening around him and with Jason. An unspoken explanation registering in his mind that caused a cold shiver to roll down his spine.

Clicking his tongue, Jason looked up at a bewildered Chris who stared at him suspiciously. Still caught up in the response Jason had given him at his outburst. "People who suffer from trauma often try and...distance, themselves from the experience," Jason explained, only further confusing the boy. "If they encounter it again, they're set back. But Chris-"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Jason? What the fuck is going on?" Chris exclaimed, shooting up from his spot on the comfortable leather couch. But just as he did that, rope wrapped around his wrists yanking him back down. This time, it wasn't the leather couch and instead, he was met by an old cold creaky chair.

A grunt escaping his lips as he tried to pull himself free from the restraints. The rope tightening around his wrist like a snake, the rough texture digging deep into his skin. The sensation increasing in pain with a groan escaping his lips, the rope slowly wrapping around his ankles. Clenching his jaw with a strangled cry escaping his lips with his head lifting to Jason.

"You need to trust me, Chris. This space, it's safe and you can tell me the truth." The Blossom boy explained with false sincerity in his tone. It easily is noticed by the restrained boy who shook his head with an understandable fear coursing through his veins. "Jason, this isn't real. You're dead." Chris denied.

His response wasn't what Jason sought, shaking his head with a sigh. Everything about his once calm tone becoming something darker. It may have been the sky turning darker, barely any light being cast into the room. Lighting dancing across the sky like a spider web. Or it may have just been Chris's mind moving at a faster speed than he could comprehend. But either of those was the truth and Chris was pleading for it to be the latter.

"Do you blame yourself for what happened?"

The question came as a surprise and was thought-provoking. There were so many things that Chris blamed himself for. The break up with Veronica, the killing of Tommy, his descent into his drug addiction, everything he's done has felt like his fault. But he couldn't figure out what he was responsible for that Jason questioned him on. And the longer he sat there trying to figure out what it was, the longer this nightmare continued.

"What do you mean? For what?" Chris questioned, frowning deeper. A tightening of the rope caused him to cry out in pain. Convinced if they tightened even just a bit more, his hands might just be split from his body. A sight he didn't want to see or think about. "Well, it's common for someone who's done what you've done to feel some type of guilt and blame towards themselves."

Another strike of lightning danced across the sky before utter darkness blanketed over them. A deeper sense of dread filling Chris as he swivelled his head around, trying to spot out any sight of Jason. Hearing something deep within the vail presented in front of him. An echo of something hitting the ground with liquid dripping to the ground. Breathing heavily as he thrashed at the restraints.

"What are you talking about, Jason? What fucking situation?" He yelled, stomach-churning at the sound of a low growl. Whimpering in fear as a gunshot rang out.

But the flickering of light turning on gained his attention. Lifting his gaze to find a figure slumped in a chair. Their face was obscured by the darkness as the light only shone down on the familiar gold and blue letterman jacket. Red hair astray in a mess with dry blood stuck in the strands. Hands trembling as he grabbed ahold of the end of the armrests of his chair. Squinting to try and get a better look and hope it wasn't who it seemed to be.

Just as it seemed like time stopped, the figure twitched. Hands wiggling with the body seeming to slowly come to life. The unbearable cracking of bones as the head lifted slowly to look directly at Chris. Something so simple bringing sickness quickly to Chris's body. Stomach clenching as Jason's face was finally revealed by the light above.

As sickening as his mind could make it, Jason's was decaying. Large chunks of his skin peeling off with maggots slithering between the cracks of bone and flesh. His blood was not the usual crimson, but a darker shade of red and oozing from the cracks. Air bubbles in his complexion that Chris had no intention of learning what they exactly were.

Each movement Jason made was something like a zombie, twitching, abrupt, slow and methodical in a sense. But in other words, it was haunting to see such a sight for Chris. The worse possible thing was that he was restrained and forced to see this. Forced to look at his dead friend in such a state that his mind had conjured up. A living and breathing nightmare come to life.

Jason's pale lips curling up into a sick and twisted grin. "My murder, my friend." He rasped out like a demon straight from hell. Chris wiggled in his seat as Jason stood to his feet. Stumbling with his legs decayed with most of the bone revealed with a large amount of the flesh taken away. Continuing to walk towards a fearful Chris grunted when a rope wrapped around his throat. Tightening to a deathly grip that had him choking on air.

His head tilted back just enough to make eye contact with the dead Blossom boy. Tears escaping the corners of his eyes as he whimpered. Jason's disfigured face inching closer until they were mere inches apart from Chris's. Heavy and raspy breaths leaving his lips, sending a foul scent right into the Jones's face.

"Look at what you did. Look at what you did to me, Chris." Jason growled, boney hand grabbing Chris's face and forcing him to look directly at him. Nose twitching in anger as the Jones boy grunted as he parted his lips. "I don't know what you mean, Jason. I didn't do anything."

Well, that's what he believed at least. Had no recollection most of July 4th, but he couldn't have killed Jason. Could he?

But there was barely any time for him to think like the sound of banging filled the air. Jason's head snapping in a direction with the ropes around Chris loosened suddenly. His body plummeting through the ground and into a dark free fall. Only hearing one final eerie warning from Jason that would echo in the depths of his mind until death.

"I'll make you see Chris. Even if it's the last thing I do beyond the grave."

And just like that, he shot up from his bed. Sweat beating down his body with the loud sound of banging from his apartment door. Reality washing over him like a warm blanket. But as he sat there body tense and in a panic, he couldn't remember what happened in that dream. Like the moments had been snatched away from him like a candy being taken away from a baby.

But he would find out. It's what Jason promised after all.

A/n: two more coming. One at 80k and another at 100k