Dei + Moony: Caught in the Thorned Ivy (Semilit)

[MusicalMoony]

(You know... CLOSER... )

[Mudwiggles]

(CLOSER AS IN....)

[MusicalMoony]

( <facepalm> does not usually indicate friendship...)

[Mudwiggles]

(Oh. THAT closer.
By durr way, I edited my post. You may wish to review a new post in light of this.)

[MusicalMoony]

(Ah DID see yar post tharrrrr!)

~ Amy
She squealed quietly, flinching away. "I WANNA watch it but I DON'T WANNA watch it at the same time!" She (like Tallulah) clung to Tre' arm, clearly terrified. "Oh, dear! I recognise the music! It's The Nightmare on Elm Street!"

[Mudwiggles]

"Nightmare on Elm Street? Aw crap." I said, biting my lip as Freddy Krueger came on screen, disgustingly swirly skin and massive metal fingernails writhing about. I let out a scared, wimpy yelp, and almost snapped my cellphone (which was still in my hand) in two.
I'd never seen this before. It was obviously a horror, and from what I'd heard of it, Freddy could come into your dreams and kill you through them. Or something of the sort.
The type of movie I'd probably have nightmares for weeks from. The type of movie I'd probably scream and hide behind the couch from. The type of movie I tried to avoid, being a wimp.
But Amity seemed fine.
'You wimp! Just watch it! It's only a film! Are you honestly scared of pixels on your screen?' a voice in my head asked. I gulped, gritted my teeth, and shoved some more nachos in my mouth.

[MusicalMoony]

~ Amy
I felt like a limpet, holding onto Tre's arm so tightly in the way that I was. "Tre... Let's watch it. Then we could stay up all night telling scary stories and playing Truth or Dare!" I laughed, realising that Tredan was just as terrified as I was.

[Mudwiggles]

"Are you MAD, woman? Scary stories! Truth or bloody Dare! Both me and you alike will have the most heinous nightmares for WEEKS!" I cried, gulping back my nachos. "Actually, lemme rephrase that. YOU might be lucky enough to get nightmares, but chances are I won't even sleep!" I tried to skuttle behind something, but Amy was gripping my arm with apparently needed pressure. I had to stay put, stuck and watching.
The screen came on, showing a dark alley late at night. A shadow stood, still and motionless.
I stifled a yelp in my throat.
"That's so Freddy, he's gonna go kill someone AMY I CAN'T WATCH - oh wait, it's just a woman." I breathed out a deep sigh of relief. At least the director of this film had some mercy on wimps like me.
The woman was a blonde, in heels, with a designer bag of sorts and a fancy suit. What's she doing out so late?
I watched her walking down the alley, walking along the street, walking up the stairs of a house. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. I heard my heart thumping as the screen went dark, darker and then black.
A clock appeared on the screen. A simple wall clock. It skipped, jumping from hour to hour...
"AAARGHGGHHHH~!" the televison screamed in a womans voice. I yelped, horrified, and leaped behind Amy.
"A-Amy, she died. Am-Amity, I-I d-d-d...." I stuttered, helplessly afraid of the television.



(I made all of this up! I've never seen Nightmare on Elm Street in my life, so excuse all the... made-up-ness!!!)

[MusicalMoony]

(I've only seen the last few minutes, so I don't blame you x3 )
(THANK YOU FOR DOING ALL OF THAT STUFF ON MY ACCOUNT!)

~ Amy
I cast a frantic glance at Tre and picked up the overloaded-with-buttons remote that controlled the tv and flicked it off as fast as I could. "If you think I can sleep after watching even JUST THAT," I replied, freaking out both mentally and physically, "then you're CRAZIER than I thought, and don't know me as well as I thought you did! ARGH!" I groaned and leapt up, forgetting that I was still strangling Tredan's arm (I ended up dragging him with me).

[Mudwiggles]

"AMY WHERE ARE WE GOING??? I'M SCAAAAARED~" I whispered in a frightened yelping voice as Amity dragged me along in her sudden terror, no idea where she was going. "AMY~! YOU'RE STILL ATTACHED TO MY ARM!!!" I wishpered madly at her, cracking up with the irrational fear.
The whole house was dark, a terrifying pitch black. The windows were shrouded with a thick, dark curtain, but still the howls from outside found their way to my ears. I fell to my knees, and huddled up in a little ball on the wooden floor like the wuss I was.
But in a way, it was funny. Really, bloody funny. The windows rattled again, and I started cackling like a member of a loony bin. I rolled over onto my back, splayed out, trying to control my mad whispered laugh.