trustinthedevil | ☽ WAKEDEVIL ☾

He's real. This worked, and this is real, and maybe--fucking maybe, finally--he's able to get out. Alan's frantic gaze sweeps over the room. An apartment. Clean, well taken care of, but effecient in its design and furniture placement. A neon light from a billboard shines in, spilling over Matt Murdock's handsome features.

That's good.

That's light.

He has to focus.

"My name is Alan Wake," he finally answers, "Matt--you have to listen to me, there's something coming, something that came with me."

"Alan Wake?"

Like the writer?

Of course that just makes more questions than answers them, and maybe Matt could have explored those except Alan address him by his name. It puts Matt on high alert all over again.

"How do you know me?"

Alan Wake is probably a popular enough name. It doesn't necessarily mean it's the man who went missing over a decade ago. Either way, Matt doesn't know an Alan, and he doesn't know how Alan would know him. Especially how Alan would know he's Daredevil, too.

"Yes," Alan's voice soars over Matt's, desperate, nearly cutting him off as he realizes he's just sort of sitting here.

It worked. It worked, though. It definitely worked. Matt's here, and confused, but it worked.

"Listen--it's my fault, I'm sorry I had to drag you into this, but there's no time. There's an overlap here. I could get out but I also held the door open long enough for other things to get in."

Alan Wake, the writer who went missing while Matt was still in his early years of university, is sitting here and he's raving about something. And he's being honest about what he's saying, even if Matt is lacking the context to fill in the gaps. That's enough to make him relax a little.

But Alan's going to need to calm down and lay things out a bit more clearly, and there's only one thing Matt can think of to help someone feel like they can relax.

"You sound like you need a drink."

Alan doesn’t hide his frustration–it’s there, buried in panic and fear and desperation for someone, anyone, to listen and actually hear what he’s saying–but his head hurts, and he feels the crushing weight of those 13 years all at once and also not at all, a strange, rippling feeling that’s making it very hard to be coherent.

He’s a writer.

He’s supposed to be coherent. It’s his job. And yet?

Alan exhales, pushes long hair out of his face, and tries to slow his heart beat. Panicking isn’t going to get him anywhere.

“You know what? I think I do.”

Matt's already up, moving to his fridge to grab a couple of beers out of it. The tops get popped off, and one his return back to the couch, he gives one to Alan. Instead of sitting, though, Matt paces a bit.

"I think you need to start from the beginning. And you need to tell me how you know who I am."

Alan takes it gratefully, savoring the feel of cold glass against his too warm skin. His head is starting to hurt.

Then again, when did it ever stop?

"Right. You... with what I'm about to say I'm going to sound crazy, but I need you to keep an open mind."

"I'm used to weird shit, try me."

And if Alan really knows who he is, then Alan has to be aware that Matt will know if he's lying. Matt takes a long drink from his bottle, then turns to Alan, putting his hands on his hips to brace himself for what he's about to hear.

"Okay." Fuck it. Alan takes a long drink, too.

"There's a world that's next to our own. Sort of. Bad shit--uh. Wrong...things. Forces of darkness." He knows this sounds crazy.

He also knows Matt is aware he's telling the truth.

"Its... it's a fucked up mess and complicated, but the long story short us that I was stuck there. Trapped. And while I was trying to find out how to leave, I, uh..."

God. Alan breathes out. Touches his forehead.

"I think I connected with you. Subconsciously. And I was able to use you to project myself here."

"All this time you've been missing you were trapped in another world?"

It should sound crazy. Matt hates that it doesn't. Between the invasion led by Loki and Danny Rand being stuck in a realm that exists outside human space, this doesn't seem all that unbelievable.

"And all of those ... Dark things. Did they come with you?"

"Yes." It's not the entire truth, but it's enough. It's a start. He exhales.

"The rules are different. They're different here, too--I saw you." Creepy? Probably creepy. Alan's head is pounding.

"Sometimes visions trickle down, you..." a sigh.

"I saw you. Fighting, at first. Glimpses. And when I saw you at court, too, I put two and two together. A focal point I could write my way to. You basically saved my life."

Matt huffs a breath out if his nose, but what is he supposed to do? Alan isn't lying. Alan is being so sincere that Matt can't fault him.

"Should I ... Help you find someone?"

"No." Alan's response is immediate. "Im already putting you in danger, I can't--" he breathes out.

"I can't do it again. Not to the people I know." A glance at Matt. "You of all people should understand."

"You broke out of that place and you don't even want to go home?"

Matt does, actually, understand. He did pretty much the same thing, but he purposely hid himself away. Alan didn't.

☽ WAKEDEVIL ☾

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