A prince from a certain American comic book

Ike thought to himself with great magnanimity.

Listening to Ike and Jesse's words, Chris almost began to doubt herself, wondering if she was really just overthinking things.

Just then.

Nancy, a waitress who had been working at a restaurant every night to earn money for her college expenses next year, walked over to Chris and said directly, "I believe in you."

Nancy's arrival was like a lifeline for Chris.

Just one sentence: I believe in you.

Chris, who had been being shaken by Ike and Jesse, turned to Nancy and said, "Really? You really believe me?"

Nancy nodded in horror.

“I’ve seen it…” Nancy said, her body trembling. “I saw it…”

Just then.

Jesse, standing nearby, retorted to Nancy, "You didn't see anything. You were there, Ike was there, and Chris was there too. She was already upset, so don't make things worse."

Done.

Jesse, like an older brother, led the terrified Chris outside.

Ike smiled at the distraught Nancy and comforted her, "That's how it is when you're young. When you encounter something inexplicable, you always attribute it to some kind of supernatural or terrifying event."

Nancy snapped out of her daze and looked at Ike with a chuckle, saying, "You seem to be younger than me, don't you?"

Ike shrugged: "You have no idea how much experience I have."

Nancy looked doubtful.

However, Ike didn't intend to tell her. Just then, Claire, who had just finished hugging Dean's parents, walked over.

After half an hour.

Ike got out of Claire's car and waved to Claire, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

After Claire drove away...

Ike turned around and stared at his house without saying a word.

There are people inside.

Without him.

It's just intuition.

"Meow." Tom the cat next to him also looked up and meowed at Ike.

Ike was slightly taken aback.

next second.

Ike snapped out of his daze, glanced at the room, and then walked toward the door.

The door wasn't locked.

After pushing open the door, Ike looked around. Everything around him was neatly arranged, and even the dust on the ground was just as it had been when he left home that morning to attend a funeral.

Just then.

Clang!

A cold light flashed from Ike's right side, and the next second, a terrifying-looking man wielding a sharp blade swung it directly at Ike's neck.

Ike's lips curved upwards.

A childish attack.

next second.

Ike tapped his right foot, leaning backward to deftly dodge the deadly attack.

The attacker didn't seem to be a fool either. He abruptly stopped the blade, which was still moving due to inertia, with an incredible movement, and then slashed straight down at Ike.

Bang!

Ike braced himself with one hand and kicked the assailant's arm.

A ding sound.

The sharp blade made a crisp sound as it hit the ground.

Ike stood up, a mocking look on his face, and looked at the culprit who had launched this surprise attack, saying, "Freddy, who gave you the courage to come and kill me?"

Just then.

"Ike".

"Ike".

"Meow."

"Meow."

Ike felt as if the scene before him had shattered like a mirror.

next second.

When Ike came to his senses, he saw Claire sitting in the driver's seat looking at him nervously, and Tom the cat meowing incessantly behind him.

Claire asked anxiously, "Ike, what happened to you? Did you have another nightmare?"

Ike was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief, restarted the car, and shook her head, saying, "Tomorrow's the weekend, let's go to town and see a psychologist."

Ike chuckled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare. You get used to it after a while."

Claire smiled.

Do nightmares become a habit after a while?

Seeing that Claire was still insistent, Ike said again, "Besides, it's just a nightmare. I've personally experienced two nightmares."

Claire stared at Ike, speechless, and asked, "Are you sure you're alright?"

Ike smiled and said, "Don't worry."

Seeing the smile on Ike's face, Claire wasn't entirely reassured, but since Ike insisted, she didn't say anything more.

Not long after.

The car stopped again in front of Ike's house.

what.

Why do I say "once again"?

After getting out of the car and listening to Claire's few words of advice, Ike watched Claire drive away.

After that.

Ike turned to look at Tom the cat sitting next to him and said directly, "Say something."

Talking Tom: "Meow?"

Ike nodded and walked toward the door of the house.

The method he used to figure out it was a nightmare was simple: Ike hadn't understood the meaning of Tom's meows in the dream.

and so……

Since he couldn't understand the meaning of Talking Tom's meows, then this blue cat definitely wasn't his Talking Tom.

After pushing open the door.

Ike immediately noticed that what had fallen to the ground was probably one of the sharp blades from the kitchen knife set.

Ike frowned.

Is Freddy's skill really that powerful?

Can things that happen in a dream be completely reflected in reality?

This skill is way too hardcore, isn't it?

fortunately.

In his brief encounter with Freddy, Ike had a good idea of ​​just how good Freddy really was.

Ike is indeed not immune to Freddy's dream-killing techniques.

but!

Although Freddy can kill in dreams, once he chooses to enter a dream to kill, he can only kill using physical methods and cannot use any inexplicable magic or demonic spells.

Ike might feel a little apprehensive when facing superhuman strength.

But what about physical attacks?

Not to brag, but if Ike put one of his hands and one foot in his body, Freddy might not even be able to get close enough to get inside him.

Do you really think that Ike's fifteen years of consistent training in assassination and defense was just a joke?

Are you kidding me?

Without exaggeration, under the threat of his sister Elsa's love and sticks, Ike here is on par with that guy from the DC universe in terms of individual mixed martial arts skills.

What Krav Maga?

What Brazilian buttock lift?

What free fighting?

what……

In short, during these fifteen years, Ike even learned several martial arts that originated from the East and were widely practiced.

If that's all Freddy is capable of?

Ha ha.

Ike promised that the next time he enters his dream, he'll give him a good beating with peach blossoms blooming everywhere.

...I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~