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'Juliet will you please just go to bed! I know full well that you're reading, stop and go to SLEEP!'
Juliet had read as much as she'd needed and was already intrigued by him. She'd been ridiculed for being odd her whole life, for being an outcast-which she had come to the conclusion that he was too. Someone misunderstood who took it upon himself to become understood- however he had to do it. Freddy started killing because they didn't understand- but the children with their simple minds and bodies could be moulded. He took advantage of that.
But Juliet could see and tell that he was not a stupid man- he was clever. Clever and precise with a mind to mould and make the children his. To manipulate them, use them for his devises. He was a complex man but Juliet wanted to know more.
What Juliet hadn't realised was that whilst she was thinking, she'd moved to her bed-shut her eyes and had fallen asleep. She'd fallen asleep thinking of Freddy with her eyes closed.
She opened her eyes to find her room was not what it was usually- there was mould and green and dirt everywhere. Filth covered her room from ceiling all the way across the floor- yet her bed remained white and spotless. The flawless finish she'd always had and prided herself on having. The room always had organisation whether or not her outfits or homework did so this was not her room.
"Oh god I must be dreaming, fantastic"
Juliet sat up and got onto her knees on the bed and looked around her room, exploring it with her eyes without wanting to get off the bed as it was the only thing that was clean.
"So… you're the one who released me, brought me back. That's a very, interesting first impression that you're making, who are you?"
Juliet turned her head slowly and pulled herself back up so she was sat back on her heels, looking at the figure who moments ago she'd pictured- he was there. That dirty green and red jumper combined with the filthy fedora on the top of his head, the scars that spread across his face, those hideous burns.
"Well I know who you are, you fit your description Freddy… I'm Juliet."
" You can't be just Juliet, there's gotta be something else. Or I'd find you dead with a Romeo…which can be arranged…"
A dark, evil smirk moved its way across his face as he stepped closer to her bed, rubbing the knives on his fingers together slowly sending shivers down her spine. It wasn't bad though- she should have been scared but she wasn't, she was just… curious.
He suddenly arched, well what should have been, his eyebrow and leapt at her with a knifed finger to her neck.
"You're not afraid of me, why aren't you afraid of me!"
"I don't know! I'm just not… I'm like you- misunderstood!"
"Oh no, people understand me Juliet… I made my point loud and clear when I killed their kids"
"I understand why you did it… the kids listened and the parents just didn't care… you made them care about what happened to you… your own torture"
His hand moved away from her neck and he rubbed two fingers together quickly and hissed a little.
"My name's Juliet Angel Rose Stillington, I'm 18 and I live with my mom. I never knew my dad and this town bores me. I've always been the outcast and the one who was never understood or listened too"
She shuffled a little closer towards him.
"If I had the power to do it, I know I'd hurt some of the people that have hurt me through my life- and I'm only 18. You spent years holding up feelings. If I had the chance I know I'd hurt them any way I could."
He turned to her with a dirty grimace across the burns.
"Well then, lets get started!"