- A take on Freddy's entrapment within Purgatory as he waits for the day where he becomes relevant again. -
It's been far too long since I've been working. I've been stuck, in the tar like darkness known as purgatory or limbo for you amaters.
Stuck in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but my own thoughts for years. No company, no visitors, no kills. All I really could do was think.
My mouth would water thinking of all the souls and kills I could have if someone just spoke my name.
His name is Freddy Krueger…
Come to Freddy
My bladed hand fidgeted in excitement just at the thought.
Soon my friend.
What I would do just to slice right through a brat's exposed belly again. Any belly would do, I wasn't picky.
My tongue found its way out of my mouth as I thought and dreamed of the future I would have, it snaked over my dry chapped and scarred lips. I could imagine the blood that would follow the cuts and wounds. Just like cutting into a thick juicy steak, so perfect, so delicious.
Then soon their soul would escape and it would be mine.
I guess I could always think back on my kills from years ago and reminance: Nancy, Kristen, Tina, Glen and so much more... but my surroundings will just bring me back to the reality of the situation: I am nothing right now.
I am not a thought is anyone's head, I do not exist. I am utterly nothing.
It angered me but I wasn't wrong.
One day.
