[ It's a small miracle he doesn't use his dad further against him more. The voice would still get to him a small fraction, even though it wouldn't hit as hard as Freddy would have liked with the dreamer being too self-aware in here for the charade.
He walked right into that 'daddy' line, didn't he? ] UGH! [ Quentin makes a loud sound of disgust and openly screams at it, turning his head in a flinch.
Quentin jerks his head away from the phone as far as he can manage, trying to throw it on the floor. He backfires, causing himself to gasp for air by yanking something now wrapped wormed around his neck. He bites down at what's against his lips, which turns out to be a horrible idea. He just retches, which is not great for breathing. He keeps his mouth pressed together tightly and resorts to grasping at it frantically with his nails and tearing the slimy flesh away from his face in pieces.
Quentin's foot stomps his phone to broken shattered pieces in an attempt to cap the length and stop that grinding metal sound making his head throb. And then keeps stomping some more once it's broken beyond recognition. The tongue away from his face and he keeps hitting it, over and over, stomping the pieces hoping to pulverize it completely. The disgusting squishing of meat all over his shoes and coloring the snow. ]
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He walked right into that 'daddy' line, didn't he? ] UGH! [ Quentin makes a loud sound of disgust and openly screams at it, turning his head in a flinch.
Quentin jerks his head away from the phone as far as he can manage, trying to throw it on the floor. He backfires, causing himself to gasp for air by yanking something now wrapped wormed around his neck. He bites down at what's against his lips, which turns out to be a horrible idea. He just retches, which is not great for breathing. He keeps his mouth pressed together tightly and resorts to grasping at it frantically with his nails and tearing the slimy flesh away from his face in pieces.
Quentin's foot stomps his phone to broken shattered pieces in an attempt to cap the length and stop that grinding metal sound making his head throb. And then keeps stomping some more once it's broken beyond recognition. The tongue away from his face and he keeps hitting it, over and over, stomping the pieces hoping to pulverize it completely. The disgusting squishing of meat all over his shoes and coloring the snow. ]