Nightmare: Stephwillspoilyou
Lewis frowned, eyes following the blonde steadily. She was tied to the chair and he wasn't sure why exactly. Until he saw himself. It was the other him, the one that he would have been if he'd taken the wrong road. His hair was slicked backed under a tall hat and he was painted pale, clad in a suit and quirky tie. The look in his eyes was crazed matching the crazed look in his captives eyes.
Steph struggled against her binds and Lewis flinched, wanting to do something, save her from himself. But he was trapped on the other side from his doppelganger and the girl staring a silver blade in the face. It was a kitchen cleaver. He wondered where he has gotten it from and why he was pointing it to the girl's neck.
When the answer came to him, Lewis was eerily quiet even when the other him cleaved the blonde's head from her shoulders like cheap poultry.
The answer was only understandable after he woke up, drenched in cold sweat and guilt. There was a part of him the craved blood. A part that needed to bound and chained like a great beast wishing to brand its hell on humanity. He only hoped that he could conceal it.