I do not own NOES
So yeah, a bit more about the author. I am Dyslexic, so though I use spell check. some of my spelling and grammar are toally botched. I do try though.
Freddy: No one cares dumb ass.
HEY! Don't be mean! Or I swear to...
Freddy: You swear to what...
Uhm, I swear to uh, The Giant Spaghetti Monster In The Sky, that I will cook you in marinara sauce and turn you into meat balls to feed all of the starving children!
Freddy:...
Yeah you better be quiet!
Freddy:... bitch...
What was that!
Freddy: Just get n with the God Damn Story!
Air was laced with the smell of brimstone, earth, and burnt metal; Freddy leaned lazily over a rail looking down into the never-ending depths of the boiler room. Hissing of compressed air, dripping of water condensed on the ceiling, the creaking of heated metal, the cries of bowing support beams, it was a lovely little place really. Lazily, he flicked a blade to his lips, dripping in a red substance, thick and smelled terribly delicious at the moment. He was so week with hunger that even tainted blood such as this was like a gourmet desert. Licking greedily over the blade with his long pointed tongue. A sudden gasping noise, pitched and airy trilled up from beside him. A boy, of maybe fourteen, blond, bony, and getting paler by the second as the slick pool of blood dribbled from his concaved stomach. He was convulsing, still in the final minutes of his life, flopping around like a fish. Amusing himself, he couldn't help but relish in the organs that giggled about behind the boring hole in the little thing. Amused. He bent down, on his knees over the boy, shaking and spassuming. "Tsk tsk tsk," he teased shaking his head solemnly, "look at your self!" he scolded grabbing the back of his head. "Such indecent exposure," he chuckled maniacally forcing the boy to look at the flaps of skin flapping up below with every short little breath and quiver. Whining out in pain and agony the boy thrashed his head away, "oh, don't be like that." Freddy took the boys face in his hand squishing his hallow little cheeks together, "open your eyes!" The boy terrified let them fly open, revealing quivering grey iris's that peered into Freddy with fear and pain. Freddy on the other hand, only showed pure, yet lethargic, glee. "That's a boy," he smiled, taking a long blade and dragging it with such care down the length of the boy's side; his last breathe a feeble shriek for help.
With a heavy, throaty sigh, Freddy sat up on his heals staring down at the hallow boy as his body slowly began to sink away- from this world and the one just beyond. "Mmm," he grumbled throwing his head back. Despite the intimacy, it was still not nearly enough! Cracking his knuckles, Freddy stood back up brushing his dirty blue jeans and striding back, further into the depths of the boiler room. He needed so many more, so many more people to fear him then just one little sniveling boy. He needed a town; a city was more like it. "Damn hypnocil," he muttered, over the heavy footsteps and a softer set close behind. Perking up he stopped… nothing.
He began again, and there they were. A hushed patter of feet that desperately tried to meet his own. Spinning on his heals to meet his adversary he met the face of no one. 'Why did he not feel any one there?' he thought. Eyes roving the scene, he took four steps backward; and right with the third a small shadow poked out and backs from a large steaming bronze pipe. Chuckling devilishly, she crawled over, clicking his blades together menacingly, taunting them. Slipping around the pole with a broad smile, his smile quickly faded once he made his acquaintance with a Mr. Wall. "Damn it," he grumbled looking down to meet the source of the shadow; a little girl- a shell of a sole. "Damn you," he growled as she curled up whimpering bellow him. "Shut up you stupid little bitch," he threatened turning and storming off back into the depths of the boiler room.
Pipes, steam, metal grates, the red lights, everything began to slowly fall away. Disintegrating to leave a seat of blackness, the area he roamed soon reshaped into a long tunnel, lined with dirt and soot. The line of a square lit brightly in a distance, he neared it with in mere seconds. Cool to the touch, the metal door eased open with ease to open into a small grey box of a room, lined with grey brick walls, and a dirty wooden floor that was always creaking in protest to the slightest of disturbances. Annoyed and terribly peeved by the prior moments, he slammed the door shut behind him with a hallow boom and soft click of a lock. "Some one is grouchy today," he heard from behind him.
Jumping in place, he spun around to see the raven-haired woman from the other day. He rolled his head back, looking at her with a lustful glee. "Mmm," he hummed, "you came back to me." She wasn't even facing her; she was looking at something on his wall. Silence. 'Damn it,' he thought, 'not this shit again.' He walked over to her, clicking his blades together. "You know you really piss me off," he whispered inches from her ear taking in her intoxicating scent. "Yeah, I know," she said softly. He growled grabbing her by the shoulders firmly with both hands. She didn't even look back at him. 'What the hell is she looking at,' he wondered growing more heated with rage as she blatantly ignored his presence. Fallowing her gaze, he was met with a small portion of the wall with a bunch of scratched little letters in it to form a series of words. That was for him to read, not her eyes!
With a low throaty growl, he felt her shiver, "It isn't polite to stare." Throwing her down and away against the opposite wall and into a dresser, he heard the soft rip of fabric. Claw having caught a portion of her shirt, there was not a gigantic gash along the front of her being, revealing her soft milky skin- but there was something wrong with it. He glared, suddenly angry and wanting her dead. She dared come into his room, she dared pretending he wasn't there, and she dared… She stood, shirt falling open slightly only at the bottom to reveal her stomach. Supporting her self on the desk, his eyes roved over her stomach, wanting to play before the kill. It was striped, dotted, with jagged messy little marks here and there. 'What the hell,' he took a step back, and eyed the marks; they weren't his. "Ah, I didn't know you were into that kind of thing," he said winking at her with a mellifluous, toothy, broad, smile. "Naughty, naughty girl," he scolded, nearing her.
"They aren't yours," she said quietly, her long black locks, knotted slightly from the fall she took. She turned away from him wrapping her arms around to stomach and bowing over. Was she lifting her shirt? Freddy stopped dead in his tracks, "Now I can see why you were punished, your such a naughty little thing." He tried to smirk but the next thing he saw choked him as if some one was clamping down firmly over his windpipe. "That is you," she toned looking over her shoulder now, hand raised to reveal her back.
Four long gashes neatly made in comparison to the rest of the random scars. "Own it," she said glaring at him. His eyes could have been on fire he was so heated with fury, he ran at her thrusting his arm forward to impale her on it, "You damn bitch!" he roared. But she was gone, no more, nothing but those four gashes on the wall in front of him now. Crying out with a roar, her took the small dresser and threw it practically across the room. "I'll kill you, bitch, I'll kill you," he breathed rage poring from him and contaminating the dream world. A sudden thump, and he spun on his heals. At his desk, a large brown book, long and wide, thick as hell. Cautiously he moved over to it. Brushing his claws over its front, "bitch." It was a photo album… Taking the cover under one long blade, he had to pause. Something was new. Three souls. Three souls, of children! With a booming laugh, he spun away from the book quickly and disintegrated off into the dream world.
He would have his strength back soon enough at this rate, and she wouldn't be the one coming and going as she pleased. "Here comes Freddy," he cackled, sending his voice reeling through the boiler room.
In response, three desperate screams.
Freddy, you better be careful.
Freddy: Oh really, how's that?
Mhm, another stunt like the one you pulled earlier, and I may paint you out to be a big teddy bear, teehee.
Freddy: You wouldn't!
Oh, I would, bwahahaha!
Freddy: You know I often wonder who is the crazier person in the room.
Oh that is easy.
Freddy: Oh, then who?
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