Whoo hoo. Just a quick drabble about my favorite burn victim/ child murderer.
"A dreamer is one who can find their way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
Freddy walked in his kingdom of night time delights. From here he could slip through the cracks of everyone else's dreams and distort them to fit the confines of his will. Most dreams were of no consequence to him, as adults must find sleep too.
But these dreams were as unimaginative as the humans themselves. They were bland, like eating bread after it had been left to stale, it was perfectly edible, but no one wanted to touch it. Adults had no time to dream a decent dream, including the considerate horrors that Freddy loved to inflict his dreamers with.
The dreams of children, especially of teenagers, were the silver lining of his charred end.
They embraced their dreams like long lost friends. Dreams were the safe-haven as their spectacular lives as comfortably living adolescents were destroyed by the harsh reality that they would have to adjust to. Reality was an oppressive dictator of the waking hours, where one was completely bound by unwritten laws that everyone had to obey.
Dreams, however, had no rules.
It was in dreams that chaos and control met on the same battlefield and, from their struggle, produced a reality that could never happen in the real world. Or could it?
Freddy couldn't tell the difference anymore of their world and his. It didn't matter what happened on the other side. He was dead, why should he care about the petty squabbles of the living? As far as he could see, coming to his world should have been a dream come true for his victims. They could feel the true reality of their own devices; they could live in their own perspectives without interruption from the daily routines of modern life.
It was, in fact, the children who brought him to their dreams. They chose whether or not he was to show them reality as they had never seen before. He was a polite guest, only coming to their doorstep when invited. And the party would just start when Freddy arrived.
Freddy taught them what it really felt like to bleed, what it really meant to have your life blood slowly drained away by tearing the fabric of their confinement. In their perfect, snug lives, he created chaos so they could feel the order it bestowed. In their fear, they could find sanctuary from everything; pain, mockery, and even death.
When you died in Freddy's world, you lived forever, knowing that today is just the beginning of an endless nirvana of the same sweet torture you had been given from the day you left reality.