Title: Fearless
Rating: M for Language, Violence, Grotesquerie, and General Trippiness
Summary: A girl suffers trauma to her temporal lobe. The result: no fear. ~ Squint and turn the screen sideways for romantic subtext. 1000 words per drabble.
Disclaimer & Important Notes: Don't own Freddy; don't own the rhymes. You know the drill.
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Fleeting
(Night 52)
He was in his longest dry spell since Hypnocil. He was practically weak—in comparison to his former self, if not to the few random sleepers who still wandered in to his dreamscape. He scowled over his glove, refitting the brass sheaths, unscrewing the steel blades to sharpen them—again.
Aside from being weak—infuriatingly so—he was bored as well. Bored as hell, he corrected himself, and chuckled. The sound echoed chillingly throughout the factory, and he knew that it could be heard in the far corners of his dreamscape—if there had been anyone alive out there.
And then he could feel her—not because she was afraid; no, never that—but because, like it or not, he was attuned to her fucking presence now, the bitch. Even a catnap would bring her flickering in, for just a brief moment, and he'd feel her at the edge of his mind for a moment too quick. Sometimes, in spite of the savage speed of his impatience, he wouldn't reach her before she slipped away again.
It never occurred to him to question his own eagerness to catch the girl he couldn't kill.
Instead, feeling her thoughts tease his own, his head jolted up and he stood abruptly. The stool he'd been sitting on clattered to the floor. He grinned viciously, and he slid his hand into the cracked leather glove, and he snapped out of existence as though he'd never been there.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
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This drabble is dedicated to fantasmeqrt for the prompt, "Fleeting."
It is 243 words long and has been a pleasure to write. At first I had intended to do a sequence based on touch and texture—something quick and barely noticeable, but leaving both parties jarred. But somehow, while writing, this came out instead—a quick glimpse of Freddy's actions, pretty much at odds with what he thinks, and justified by his eagerness to cause mayhem. Really, haha, they're kind of like BFFs now. Silly Fred.
Anyway, it was highly enjoyable to tease Freddy in this drabble. Thanks again, fantasmeqrt, for feeding the bear.
P.S. Please remember the rules for prompt submissions. I need 'em, I love 'em, but I also gotta limit 'em. Refer back to Drabble #4 for all of the stipulations, but the one most commonly forgotten is: 3 prompts per review! Thanks, all of you, for your support, rules or not. ;)
P.P.S. As an aside...I think I wrote another NOES fic. It's a single shot of brainfuckery, and should be posted in another couple days if anyone's interested. I don't know what happened. First I started writing for the next prompt (which DEMANDED to be written, the bossy thing, and then demanded a companion piece) and then Threefold poked its head through. I thought it was just gonna be a little plotbunny but it ended up being a DRAGON. Anyway, the next installment for Fearless should be two drabbles long, as soon as I get to editing them, and I'll probably be putting out Threefold at the same time. If you're interested.