[@Rafiel_purewing]

He... had [i]holes[/i] in his [i]hands[/i]. Either... that's some real dedication to a character to actually chop out bits of your own hands, or maybe it was an accident that he used for his cosplay, or it's some sort of trick. I mean, W.D Gaster is a secret character from a super popular indie game, not a real person... er... monster that exists.

"Ahaha... I... ah... don't know how you did that, I mean, really cool that you did that for the costume, or maybe it was just an unfortunate consequence from something else and I am so sorry for that, but... ah... this really isn't the time to be playing around. You can't be a character from a video game, that's just... impossible. That's fiction. C-Can you drop the act? I mean, I get it, you clearly put a lot of work into your cosplay and all, and breaking character would definitely do injustice to it, but... ya know, now's not the time for that." I said, trying, and failing, to keep the nervousness out of my voice.

Could... this just be a dream? I pinched the back of my hand as hard as I could. Nope. Pain, definitely pain. Plus, if I realized this was a dream, that'd mean that I was lucid dreaming, and could shape the world around me as I pleased... and right now being in an empty city that could just have a thousand zombies just burst out of the buildings around me at any moment is definitely [i]not[/i] the place I want to be dreaming of.

...Wait, did he say Freddy?