Emma was cuddled up in bed beside her wife, she felt a movement on the bed and groaned a little, pulling Regina tighter to her front, sighing happily, her dreams started to feel her back in, but she felt it again. Something on her foot.

Twitching her foot, she curled them up, tangling her legs with Regina's.

"Regina," Emma whispered, shaking her wife's shoulder.

"What?" Regina asked, her voice raspy at being pulled from her sleep before her alarm.

"Somethings touched my foot." Emma said, nervousness tainting her words.

"Emma, you're imagining things, you need to stop watching those silly movies before bed, now get back to sleep, and if you wake me again, Miss Swan. You will be sleeping on the lounge." With that, Regina rolled over to her side of the bed and spread out a little.

Taking a deep breath, Emma shook her head and rubbed her eyes, slowly tossing the sheet back she got up and stood, stretching, pulling her ridden up shirt down over her stomach before going over to the bathroom to wet her face, in hopes of washing away her thoughts enough that she could head back to sleep.

Flopping onto the bed on her stomach, Emma had a leg dangling off the bed as she adjusted her pillow.

That.. Was a hand.. That's definitely a fucking hand.

Emma thoughts as something wrapped around her ankle two seconds before yanking her hard off the bed.

Yelping, Emma landed with a thud onto the carpet.

Regina woke to the sound and flicked the lamp on, frowning at Emma. "What on Earth are you doing, Miss Swan?" Regina sat up, looking at her wife.

"Swan-Mills!" Emma corrected before diving onto the bed, curling up beside Regina.

"Emma, sleep!" Regina said tiredly and turned the light off again before pretending to sleep.

Emma sat up against the headboard and pulled her knee's to her chest.

"Emmmmmmaaaaaaaaa" A haunting voice whispered.

"Nope! Taking the first train to Fuck-That-ville!" Emma said jumping over Regina, grabbing a back-pack from the closet, stuffing some of her clothes into it, jumping as something touched her foot again. "Bye, staying at my parent's place. Love you!" She said before poofing out of the room.

A few seconds of silence and Regina heard Henry laughing, and she shook her head. "You're going to give her a heart attack."

"You encouraged me to do it." Henry said as he lifted the invisibility cloak off himself and hung it on his arm, chuckling as he headed to the door.

"Goodnight Henry." Regina smirked softly, distracting him to look at her as he opened the bedroom door.

"Night, Mum." He said before bumping straight into the creepiest looking clown he'd ever fucking seen. His voice cracked as he screamed like a scared five year-old girl. It looked like Twisty from American Horror Story, but also like a zombie.

Regina was pretty sure her son just pissed himself.

Henry jumped back almost three feet, falling on his ass.

The clown stepped forward, towering over him, laughing hollowly, reaching down the hand passed over its face, making Emma visible, her own laugh being heard.

"Ma! I almost fucking pissed myself you asshat!" Henry said holding a hand over his heart. It was vibrating deep within his chest before he stood and glared at the blonde who was still laughing hard, doubled over, clutching her stomach. "Game on, then." Henry smirked and walked out of the room.


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