Comment: I've tried something new with this fic. It's a kind of short poem, thoughts of Freddy when he was still alive, about the time he was a young man. Just tell me what you think about it. Greets, Amanda_Krueger!
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Dark Desires
I'm different, I know that since I was a young boy.
Bastard maniac, psycho, screwball, sicko - they gave me many names.
Why?
Because I don't fit in their ideal world.
All-American girls, hold hands, love, this stuff means nothing to me.
But causing pain – oh, that makes me shiver and satisfies my darkest desires.
They told me I was a bad boy 'cause I felt that way.
And there was a time I almost believed them.
Then however I discovered that they were wrong.
The lust for the pain of others was my power, and when I started to use it they couldn't control me anymore.
I'll never forget their mockery, betrayal and loathing.
It fuels my hate, and I hate them with every inch of my oppressed body.
Some day I'll take revenge.
And it will be a bloody one!
