《A/n: Photo above is (Y/n)'s Outfit in her "dreams"...

Anyway, enjoy ^^ 》

You stepped into the car, painting moved to the passenger's seat as you planned your directions to the postal office.

You wanted to ship the painting early, seeing as the buyer had paid you earlier than expected. Something people rarely did, as they wouldn't want to get scammed (and neither did you.) So you might as well want to return the gesture.

You drove with the radio on low, tapping your finger to the beat of the music, (Fav/song). A good choice on the radio channel.

You ended up to the postal office sooner than you expected. Entering through the door with a notifying bell.

"Hey there sweetcheeks, got another paintin' ya sellin'?" An old woman, a small smile on her face as she asked. Her western accent broke the silence.

You nodded, giving her your own awkward smile. You've come through the postal office enough times for the woman to recognize you, and you met her son once in a while who helped. She also figured out you weren't capable of speech, soon after you first came to the place with Keith.

You held up the package, pointing to the address.

She nodded with a grin, "all right, just a few more things to do."

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Your eyes flicked over to the radio before you reached to turn up the volume. Having an ear for music, you always had the radio on when possible.

You started the car, backing out of the parking spot and towards an all to a familiar place.

After five minutes, you arrived, taking a minute to breathe in your spot before getting out if the car.

You waited patiently for people to pass you before you crossed over to the café.

The bell jingles as you step in, the warm air breezing past. You smile slowly and walk over to the front counter.

"Hold on there! I'll be right over!" Leah exclaimed from the back room.

You waited a few seconds though instead of Leah, Amélia walked over to man the cash register.

You got a better look at her this time, as she stood right across the counter. Her eyes bore into yours, almost like a predator, but you ignored it. Her eyes were unique...

"What would you like?" She asked, and you bit your bottom lip to look at the display of baked goods.

You pointed to the muffins, the muffin Jessica let you try was indeed good. But in your opinion, these were better.

"Un ou deux?" She asks in French, walking over to get a paper bag.

You held up two fingers, then tapped your lip in thought. You could go for a cool drink, ice tea?

You extended out your hand to take the bag from her as she offered it to you.

"Anything else?"

Leah pokes her head through the doorway, "oh (Y/n)!" She grins and rushes over by Amélia's side to greet you.

"Ice tea?" You signed to Leah, who smiles and nods.

"Comin' right up, luv." Amélia looks between the two of you, before sauntering to the back room.

She comes back with a filled cup in hand and slides it over to you.

"Thank you." You mouthed, grateful. Leah gives you the price, and you hand over the money.

"Anything else we can do for ya?" Leah leans on one arm on the counter.

You shook your head, raising a hand to dismiss it. You nod to both of them before you take your chance to leave.

"Au revoir, mon amis." Amélia waves and Leah followed in suit. You wave back through the window of the door as you exit. Making your way back to your car with a small skip, you usually end up in a good mood after visiting the place.

Now you were considering if you should share the other muffin with Keith or eat both.

Anything to keep your mind off that dream.

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You did- in fact- end up giving one of the muffin's to Keith, with some reluctance. But seeing his reaction when accepting it was worth it. He's still a child inside, you doubt age would change that.

You spent the rest of the night watching movies and playing video games with your younger brother, winning and losing at some of them. Neither of you was sore losers about it, rather- you commended each other.

Soon enough it was one in the morning, both of you exhausted from the video games and movies.

You were the first to retire for the night, telling him that he played well and you'd like a rematch (to which he accepts.)

You entered your room with the exhale of a deep sigh. You changed into pyjamas, tossing your dirty clothes into the medium-sized laundry basket.

You jumped into bed, entering under the confines of your blanket. You curled into a ball, shutting your eyes and slowly but surely, you fell into slumber.

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You jolted up, sitting upon a pile of grass and dirt.

The atmosphere was the same.

But the setting was different, a farm ahead of you was a vast cornfield. Much taller than you.

You stared, looking at your surroundings. It's a dream, I can be sure of that now... I should get familiar with these places...

To be completely honest you weren't sure what to do, it was a dream, but you had no goal. You didn't even know where you were if this place even existed in the real world. Maybe you've been watching too many movies.

You shivered, goose bumps popping up on your exposed calves. You wandered around, freezing in slight horror and disgust as you came upon a tree, hanging from branches were dead pigs.

You watched in silence as they swung in the wind, biting back your need to vomit. The scent of the dead animals was faint, but you could still smell it.

You turned away, walking from the meat tree (how else would you refer to it?) to several standing walls made from wooden planks. That's when you heard the sounds of chugging and clicks.

You slowly peaked your head around the corner. Eyes widening as you saw one of the people from before, an Asian woman with dark hair in a bob haircut. Her eyes were focused solely on fixing what you guessed was a broken generator, by the way, the lights above it kept blinking.

You didn't need to make any sound as she glanced in your direction. A gasp left her lips and she nearly fell backwards.

You walked fully around the corner, shifting your weight. She stood, and hurried over to you, then tugged you over to the generator.

She crouched and began to work on repairing it once more, leaving you to stand by awkwardly.

"(Y/n), right?" She glanced up at you, and you nodded. Her brows furrowed, "do you know how to repair these?"

You shook your head, looking down. You heard her curse under her breath. Making your stomach sink, unsure if you had done something wrong.

Her brown eyes met your's again, "all right, just keep an eye out for me? I don't want the Cannibal sneaking up on us."

You swore your stomach sunk even more so, a cannibal? When she looked up, she must've seen your confused expression as she chooses to elaborate.

"We call him the Cannibal, or Leatherface. He's the one hunti- oh shoot- I forgot you're new..." She jumped up to her feet as the generator roared to life. Grabbing your hand and making sure you didn't lag behind as you walked farther from the generator.

She looked around, you froze when your heart literally started beating in your ears. As though you had your head pressed against someone's chest. She looked to you with a frown, "snap out of it!" She exclaims in a hushed voice. "Do you want to be seen by him?"

You shook your head, following the woman. As she walked, you examined her short-sleeved shirt and shorts. Surprised by the fact she wasn't shaking from the cold or something.

You looked around frantically when the heartbeat got louder, faster, almost consuming every other noise.

The Asain woman in front of you cursed, loudly this time when she looked behind the both of you.

You followed her gaze, meeting the figure who- you really don't want to admit- is most likely this "Cannibal" or "Leatherface" person. The name Leatherface seems more accurate with looks, his mask was... human. Human skin, as much as the thought disturbs you, it's a possibility.

The woman lets out an irritated grunt and her hold on your arm tightens like iron. "Run now!" She shouts at you, the words overlapping the heart that beat in your ears.

And without any hesitation, you ran.

Her eyes were shadowed by her hair, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You wanted to shout, scream, question her what was going on, where you were, who is Leatherface? But you can't.

So you ran, chasing after her in hopes of not being met with the chainsaw or sledgehammer in Leatherface's hands.

Of course, you both had to split up when the dark-haired woman said so, you ran through obstacles and corn to try and get away.

At first, you thought that the Cannibal was going after the other woman. That was proved wrong when you glanced back to see that human mask peering at you through the stocks of corn.

Your breathing was hard, uneven, and you haven't run this fast for this long in ages. It hurt, it hurt your chest and it gave you cramps.

That's when you heard the revving of a chainsaw.

Then the next thing you knew, searing hot pain burned into your back and you collided with the ground. Your mouth opened to scream, but all you did was a short intake of breath that stung. It all hurt.

You regret falling asleep, you were beyond terrified, in a state of shock you didn't react at first when you were turned on your back. The dirt rubbed against your deep flesh wounds and it burned, it hurt so much you wished his chainsaw collided with your neck and cut your head off so you didn't have to feel this pain.

Your eyes were wide, not even tears pricked at the corners because you were still to shocked to comprehend what was happening.

Your breathing turned to pants, hands balling into the dirt, and your eyes met large brown ones behind the mask.

He's like a child. Was the first thought when you saw his eyes, but he's not a child. His eyes may hold that innocence but he's not. He has blood on his apron, a human mask on his face, and that woman said he was hunting them.

You whine in pain, there were no notes, but your eyes pleaded for him to stop. Or to kill you now, so you don't need to deal with this dream- this nightmare.

He tilts his head at you, almost curiously, and you wish you could speak.

Though in the end it probably doesn't matter, you gasp as he heaves you onto his shoulder, and you kick and pound your hands at his back but it doesn't deter him.

You caught the faint noise he makes, you almost thought it sounded apologetic. But then yours grasped under your arms and carried up and-

Your mind goes blank, you let out a mute scream, and the tears start to pour down your cheeks. Leatherface, stares at you, pressing his lips together before letting out another incoherent noise before turning away.

You glanced at the part where the pain was shot through you, and you started to sob harder when you saw the tip of a metal hook poke through your shoulder.

This wasn't right, this wasn't right. How were you supposed to wake up from this? You felt the pain from the chainsaw, and from the hook that impales you. Pinching yourself awake wouldn't work.

You kept sobbing quietly, trying to ignore the burn in your back and shoulder as you waited. You waited for anyone, someone to help.

You were barely anymore fazed when spider-like legs appeared around you. The twitched slightly as they formed, and soon you realized the one right by your face was aiming for you as it swung back.

You gasped, using all your strength to hold the leg away from you.

Help, please, someone...

You never wished you could scream for help more than you are now.

Even in a dream, you can't talk.

You shut your eyes tightly as the arm stabbing into your torso, a final sob escaped your lips before everything around you fell into darkness once more.

You were lifted away from the pain.

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《A/n: Damn, this is dark... honestly there's something in the corner of my eyelid that's swelling and it bothers me so much (it hurts to blink, and it's hard to focus) but I got 2 tests tomorrow so... wish me luck I guess?

Ciao~¡》