Post by Quentin Smith on Apr 7, 2021 16:15:39 GMT -6
Being on the verge of sleep at every waking moment had become the new norm for Quentin. Sleep had never been something that came easily to him in the past, way back when staying awake didn’t mean the difference between life or death. It was a benefit to him at the beginning of this whole mess, but not even insomnia could keep him from falling asleep after keeping himself up for days through any means he could. Now that he was in the Entity’s realm, sleep was something he could more or less go without. Sure, staying up for what felt like weeks at a time wasn’t the most healthy thing, and it certainly didn’t help his reaction time, but it was better than the alternative.
The Entity didn’t grant him too much mercy, though. No matter how hard he tried, Quentin would end up falling asleep at some time or another. It was inevitable, just as it was before. He had tried every trick in the book to keep himself up longer, even begged the Entity to stave it off just a while longer, but nothing worked. Sleep always came. Freddy wasn’t always present in his sleep, likely due to trials or other things Quentin didn’t feel the need to learn about keeping him preoccupied. Timing his sleep around times when survivors other than him were off in trials wasn’t foolproof, but it at least made him a bit less anxious about what was to come.
Staying around the others while he slept wasn’t something he liked doing though, even if it was comforting to have people around. There was still a chance that Freddy would visit his dreams, and making his friends watch him be killed in his sleep while unable to do anything was about the last thing he wanted to do. That’s why he got a bit creative.
The Meat Plant wasn’t his favorite place to have trials. The number of high drops and dead ends made getting chased through it painful and overall shitty, and he was constantly on edge not knowing whether the killer was right behind him or on a completely different floor. What it was good for, though, was hiding. There were plenty of nooks and crannies throughout the building, dark and not too cold--perfect for sleeping. The Pig tended to keep to herself as well, so he had managed to avoid any confrontations with her through some stealth and luck.
It was in one of those crannies he laid, the rough material of his vest that had been fashioned into a makeshift pillow scratching against his cheek. Sleep had caught up with him once more after a particularly exhausting trial, and he waited just until another group was taken to excuse himself from the fire and head off to the plant. Getting in was easy enough, and he hadn’t even caught sight of the Pig on his way down which was somewhat reassuring. It either meant she was in a trial, a part of the plant she typically wasn’t, or simply visiting another realm. He hoped it was the latter--her being in a trial meant Freddy wasn’t, and she could stumble upon him if she was looking around more.
Worrying wouldn’t do him any good though, not when falling asleep now was unavoidable and he was already settled in. He told off his fears and allowed himself to feel a rare moment of peace, imagining a place much nicer than this. With the thought of home in mind, Quentin finally fell asleep.
The Entity didn’t grant him too much mercy, though. No matter how hard he tried, Quentin would end up falling asleep at some time or another. It was inevitable, just as it was before. He had tried every trick in the book to keep himself up longer, even begged the Entity to stave it off just a while longer, but nothing worked. Sleep always came. Freddy wasn’t always present in his sleep, likely due to trials or other things Quentin didn’t feel the need to learn about keeping him preoccupied. Timing his sleep around times when survivors other than him were off in trials wasn’t foolproof, but it at least made him a bit less anxious about what was to come.
Staying around the others while he slept wasn’t something he liked doing though, even if it was comforting to have people around. There was still a chance that Freddy would visit his dreams, and making his friends watch him be killed in his sleep while unable to do anything was about the last thing he wanted to do. That’s why he got a bit creative.
The Meat Plant wasn’t his favorite place to have trials. The number of high drops and dead ends made getting chased through it painful and overall shitty, and he was constantly on edge not knowing whether the killer was right behind him or on a completely different floor. What it was good for, though, was hiding. There were plenty of nooks and crannies throughout the building, dark and not too cold--perfect for sleeping. The Pig tended to keep to herself as well, so he had managed to avoid any confrontations with her through some stealth and luck.
It was in one of those crannies he laid, the rough material of his vest that had been fashioned into a makeshift pillow scratching against his cheek. Sleep had caught up with him once more after a particularly exhausting trial, and he waited just until another group was taken to excuse himself from the fire and head off to the plant. Getting in was easy enough, and he hadn’t even caught sight of the Pig on his way down which was somewhat reassuring. It either meant she was in a trial, a part of the plant she typically wasn’t, or simply visiting another realm. He hoped it was the latter--her being in a trial meant Freddy wasn’t, and she could stumble upon him if she was looking around more.
Worrying wouldn’t do him any good though, not when falling asleep now was unavoidable and he was already settled in. He told off his fears and allowed himself to feel a rare moment of peace, imagining a place much nicer than this. With the thought of home in mind, Quentin finally fell asleep.
