Disclaimer: No, I do not own Freddy.
Author's Note: I'm sorry to say that I probably won't be writing on this story anymore. I might add a finale chapter, but what with school and such, I don't know. This chapter is short, I know; sorry 'bout that. Thank you all for your nice reviews, they made me very happy. ^_^
Round 4: Geometry and Crayons and Mental Breakdowns, Oh My!
Freddy (wandering about in a state of nervous collapse): It's okay…she's not coming back for at least another 5 hours…don't panic now, get a grip…AUGH! WHAT WAS THAT?!? *looks around wildly and sees that he has merely stepped on one of his suspense twigs* Oh…it's not her…*suddenly he hears muttering that is not his own, and he freaks out. Then he quietly walks toward the noise and sees Ieva sleeping on a tombstone and muttering*
Ieva: Parabolas…answer is 42…yes I finished the problem…*eyes flutter open at Freddy's slightly muffled shriek* Oh, hello. Geometry was sooo boring today that I must have dozed off, and now I'm here!
Freddy: Great, now I have to worry about you during the day too.
Ieva: Hey, look! I've got crayons in my pocket! YAY! *begins running around scribbling on everything*
Freddy: NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! STOPPIT!
Ieva (not listening): La, la, la, la, la!
Freddy: *curls on the ground in fetal position*
Ieva: *notices and stops coloring* what's with you?
Freddy: Colors…too…bright…
Ieva: Oh, well why didn't you say so? I'm going exploring! *walks off*
Freddy: *continues muttering for a while until he hears a series of loud crashes* WHAT DID SHE DO NOW?!? *runs over to find Ieva standing by a row of knocked-over tombstones, which are still falling in a domino effect*
Ieva: Whoops.
Freddy: AUGH! YOU KNOCKED OVER ALL THE TOMBSTONES!
Ieva: It's your fault for arranging them in a domino-ish fashion. And they're flimsy; I just touched one and it fell over.
Freddy (clutching his head): mumble…mumble…mumble
*a far-off bell rings*
Ieva: YAY! Class is over! *disappears*