old chris nightmare oneshot?? ok

Chris sat on his bed, reading his book, when the door to his room opened and his brother Mark entered.

"What is it?" he asked exasperatedly, closing the book.

"Just wanted to give you this," Mark held out a teddy bear plush. "It's for your birthday."

"Really?" Chris laughed. "You never give me any gifts and the ones you give me are all punches and stuff."

"Nah, I found this thing in my backpack one day and thought of giving it to you."

Chris stood up and took the plush from Mark's hand.

"Thanks, dude. I appreciate it."

"I'm still gonna give you those birthday punches, you know?" Mark smirked as he walked out the door and closed it. "Just don't fuck it up."

When the door shut, Chris stared at the bear. It was a normal bear you could find at a toy store, but he always had a fondness for plushies and stuffed animals. He propped it on top of his bed and returned to reading.

***

That night, as he fell asleep, he saw a pure white room. Chris turned around in all directions and realized that he was probably in a dream. He walked around for a few minutes and when nothing happen, he grew bored.

"What's the point of dropping me into a random white area?" he mumbled to himself.

A voice boomed above him, shaking the surroundings.

"Welcome, Chris."

Chris immediately stood alert.

"Who is it?" he demanded.

"I am your worst nightmare," the voice responded, as if that was supposed to scare him.

"Jokes on you," Chris grinned smugly. "I don't have any sort of fears. You can't scare me."

"Let's change that, shall we?"

Immediately, the white room turned black and Chris began falling in a bottomless pit. He tried to grab at anything at all, but nothing worked.

"HEEEEELP!" he cried, plummeting in the darkness.

There was a whoosh and a flap of wings. Something was coming for him. In an instant, it grabbed his right wrist and the sharp claws dug into his flesh. Thrashing and turning, Chris punched the creature with his free hand, making it release its grip on him. Then, he continued to fall... fall... and fall...

Chris woke up in cold sweat. He was back in his room.

"Thank god that was just a dream," he sighed, lying back on his bed.

He felt a slight pain in his right wrist and lifted it up. There was a small scar exactly where the monster grabbed him.