** Matt's POV **

I woke up, expecting to be in bed with the love of my life, but instead I was in a car. Luckily, my little tiger friends were there. Stitch was still at home, and I think I left little Tommy Tiger in the hospital... Wait, TOMMY??

I look at the driver of the car. For some reason, I'm in the back seat diagonal to the driver. That's odd... Brian usually puts me in the front with him... It's only then the driver looks back to check I'm okay that I realise something's not right.

Sabre like fangs, short raven hair, blood-red snake eyes, a serpent tongue and overgrown ram horns. Claws that resemble a lions, skin that's seemingly painted red and bones that stick out like a sore thumbs... I'm in a car with THE FUCKING DEVIL!

Naturally, I scream. I'm petrified. In my defence, I move the tigers in front of me. My fear overtakes and I try to curl up in the car seat. The Devil smirks eerily and licks his lips as if I'm his next meal. He looks away and continues to drive, however. He doesn't turn back at me for a bit. I have to escape before he stops to eat me...

I unbuckle my seat belt and grab one of the tigers, one I named Dean. I pull him close to me and watch in the small mirror above the Devil's head. He's watching me like a hawk. I feel my body tremble and I decide it's now or never.

The windows are boarded on the outside, so I have to smash the glass and kick the boards out the way. The Devil watches as I punch through the window, cutting my knuckles to shreds in the process. I then kick the boards out of place, one by one. It takes a while, but they finally all come out of place and fall to the road beneath the car. Then, I climb out the window.

I jump.

I crash to the floor, scraping my arms and my face against the jagged rocks at the side of the road. My body crushes Dean, killing him instantly. I pick myself up and look at him, before I burst into tears and pull his dead body close to mine.

"Deaaaan" I cry out, devastated about his death. In my saddened state, the only thing I can do is remove my clothes to gift his dead body. I strip down and fold my clothes up, before placing Dean's body apon it.

"I'm sorry buddy..." I sniff, wiping tears from my eyes before heading off for somewhere to stay.


***3rd person pov***

When Matt woke up, he found himself in an old, run down car that had clearly seen better days. He had expected to see Brian in his hospital room, or better yet, in bed with him. He was still dressed in his normal clothes, as the doctors hadn't gotten round to giving him anything else to wear.

He sat in the back of the car, holding his tiger teddies. He toyed with them, playing them into different scenarios. He was quite happy, until he just happened to glance up to see who else was in the car with him. A man with dark, shaggy hair and a golden bronze tan was in the driver's seat, but he was asleep at the wheel.It was just a good thing they were on an empty highway.

The image of the man was seemingly lost in Matt's mind as he suddenly fell into another hallucination. A horrific beast appeared in Matt's vision, deceiving him and lying to him. The man that was asleep at the wheel was suddenly a demon trying to kill him, at least in the vocalist's mind.

The false vision caused Matt to freak out. In panic, he unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed the teddy closest to him, one he nicknamed Dean. He looked at the windows, which had a mesh blind to keep the sun out. The vocalist grabbed the blind and started tearing into it, desperate to get it out the way. Clearly, he had no idea he could just push it out the way so he could break the window.

Once he had completely destroyed the blind, he moved onto the window. He rammed his fist straight into the glass, forcing a crack to riddle it. He rammed again, expanding the crack before he readjusted himself to kick the glass and shatter it into a million little pieces.From there, he climbed through and jumped out, crashing into the ground mere seconds after. He cried out as his face and bare arms were scratched to pieces by the uneven ground combine with sharp rocks

It was only when he picked himself up that he realised that his teddy Dean had been ripped apart. His poor landing had resulted in the toy's head being caught on a rock and ripped off. Matt, assuming the toy was a real being, burst into tears and cradled the toy's body in his arms. Moments later, he decided to bury it. He couldn't dig into the ground, so he removed all his clothing and buried him in his clothes. He hid the clothes in a bush and sighed deeply.

And now he was on his own, naked and bleeding.

Notes

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