FET sighed and sat down in a chair. She was so used to being stoic, that when she did feel pain, it was unbearable. She had begun to feel malaise over the last few days. She was so wistful for wanting to be back home that she was sure that Krueger had taken notice.
A pain went off in the back of her head, signaling he was back, and in a few seconds, she fell into sleep.
She awoke in the boiler room. Freddy was leaning against a boiler, looking at her as though she were a cynosure. His austere expression suggested he had just finished a killing.
"Good to see you, FET," he said walking over to her, "How was your day?"
FET did not believe his altruistic voice.
"It's been fine…" she replied.
Freddy smirked, running his blades along her cheek in a benign way. However, FET remained docile, not protesting to this. She had to remain pious, having great fidelity toward him, if she wanted her heart back.
She never believed he really gave her homage or laud. He just saw she was deft, robust, and had much latent; a good pawn to help him get more kills and fear.
She would never absolve him for taking her chances at returning home.
Krueger continued to stroke her cheek, eyeing her with a chronic. She knew he was reading her thoughts. She knew he could do that in his world. But she never cared how much hatred permeated from her, and he didn't either. He just wanted power, to flourish in the screams of his victims.
"It's not just for the screams," the demon said, her thoughts open to him like the pages of a book, "The souls are what I'm always after, you know that by now."
FET nodded, and as she did, a thought struck her mind, of Freddy killing people when others asked.
"You think of me as a bounty hunter?" he asked.
FET looked up at the burnt face of Freddy.
"It would be interesting…" FET said, thinking this thought was bad.
Freddy chuckled darkly, spreading a wicked grin.
"It would," he said, his eyes wandering away from her, as if considering the idea, "…however, it would be unlikely."
FET looked away, feeling a little disappointed that her idea wasn't all that great.
"Oh, cheer up FET," Freddy said, sing his claws to have her face him, "I brought you a treat."
FET's face lit up. Freddy gestured to behind a boiler, and right away, FET caught a whiff of fresh blood.
"All yours my pet, FET," Krueger said, walking away down the corridor, "Enjoy," he chuckled.
FET cringed. 'My pet'? She abhorred that worse then the other names he'd call her.
She sighed, and went behind the boiler to dine,