Somewhere Expected

You were in absolute panic, and while your first instinct was flight, it wasn't going to stay that for long. You tried to rationalize you situation as you ran aimlessly in your underwear. You were being hunted down by a psycho murdering pervert who could impersonate anyone with the press of a button. To put it lightly, you were fucked. You needed help. Jessica was already taken, and he probably has already had time to access your family, but there was one person you felt confident would help you, and that he didn't have time to skin yet. Determined purely by your desire to stay alive, you sprinted towards his place.

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"Why are you in your underwear?" Jimmy asked in confusion as he opened the door. It was very expected you would go straight to him, but you were confident the imposter had not reached him yet. He simply didn't have the time to get there before you. "I'll explain, but we need to go inside first."

Without waiting for Jimmy's permission, you rush inside, walking past his mom who sat downstairs reading her newspaper, somehow not noticing the strange sight.

You enter Jimmy's room, waiting for him to go inside before locking the door. Jimmy just looks at you in confusion. "OK dude what the hell's going on?"

"You got some pants I could wear?" You ask, sitting down on his bed. Jimmy rolls his eyes, visibly annoyed by your stalling, but he brings you a plain t-shirt an a pair of jeans. Finally dressed, you sigh, and begin to explain.

"Ok, so this is gonna sound crazy, but I need you to believe me." You say, and Jimmy raises his eyebrow. You gulp. "It started yesterday... I think. I was at home and there was this guy.. probably 40 or 50 or something. He was creeping on my hot neighbor. At first I thought nothing of it, but then-"

Your speech is cut by a knock on the door. Immediately, your survival instincts kick into action. Like hunted prey, your ears perk and eyes bolt to the door in fear, only to be met with the most non threatening of sounds.

"Hey honey, I brought some snacks for you and your friend." You heard a sweet, caring voice say. It was that of Harriet Wilson, Jimmy's mother. Jimmy's attention turned to the door, you watch as he gets up and walks towards it. It was like everything was in slow motion as the panic grew in you again. This didn't line up. When did his mom notice you, and why didn't she say anything in that regard? "Oh yeah mom, thanks. Hold up a second" you watch in horror as Jimmy approaches the door to open it. You felt like a crazy person, but something felt off to you about this. The imposter knew you would go here. You are in danger! "-DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!" You yell abruptly.

Jimmy stops in place just a moment before it's too late. His hand rested on the knob, but he didn't open it. He looked at you strangely, confused by your panic. "What?"

"Jimmy, please listen to me." You say in horror, you were on your feet now, hands lifted in a defensive position. You were breathing heavily, your mind running on pure adrenaline. "Do not open that door. Please, trust me."

"Honey?" Harriet asks confusedly from beyond the door, hearing the commission.

"Dude, what the hell is up with you?"

"Jimmy PLEASE." you plead. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"Honey, is everything alright in there?"

"That's NOT your mom. It's an imposter, that's I've been trying to tell you!"

"Man, What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks.

Another knock.

"You HAVE to believe me Jimmy. It's not your mom, it's that creep I told you about! He can DISGUISE himself as different people. He already got my neighbor and Jessica!"

"The fuck?"

"That is not your mother! The moment you open that door, we're both done for! Please, you have to believe me!"