Freddy had been lying there for at least 10 minutes, now awakened but
unmoving. He just didn't have the energy to do anything, not even open his
eyes. He didn't know how long he had been out for, but even though he was
awake now, he still didn't want to get up.
"I know you are awake." Came the voice of a figure standing above Freddy's curled up body.
"Jus..." began Freddy, his voice weak and tired. "...leave me alone..."
"Open your eyes up." Came the voice again, familiar to Freddy.
"Go away!" growled Freddy to the best of his ability.
Freddy then felt two arms come under his and pull him up on his feet, forcing Freddy to open his eyes. If he had the strength, he would have thrown a good couple of punches into this guys head, but he was having enough trouble keeping his eyes open.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" asked Freddy with a whine as his arm was thrown over the person's shoulder for him to lean on. "Leave me alone!"
"Freddy..!" started the voice again, before a large sigh escaped their lips. "Just... never mind. Shut up and do as you're told." And the figure began walking, pretty much carrying Freddy completely apart from his two legs dragging along the ground.
"You're such..." Freddy coughed, interrupting his speech. "...a pussy!"
"I'd watch yourself if I was you, if you don't want a hook in your gut!"
Freddy groaned, his head falling to the side. "Just put me down!"
"Freddy, you are such an idiot!" yelled the dark skinned man with a hook for a hand as he dropped Freddy to the ground.
"Just fuck off Candyman!" cried Freddy as he felt the dull throb increase slightly with his fall, causing him to roll onto his side, clutching himself and shutting his eyes tight.
The Candyman sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked rhetorically.
"Nothing!" growled Freddy again. "I don't want your help, I don't want anybody's help! I can deal with this myself!"
Candyman sighed again. "You can't deal with this yourself. You may not care about the keeping the system healthy, I do! If something happens to you and kids start dreaming freely with no worries, then the system is screwed! I'm here to help you! So why don't you get off your high horse for 5 minutes so I can keep your stinkin' face existing!"
Freddy replied with nothing and spot of fear hit Candyman, unsure if he was just sleeping or was gone.
Suddenly, Freddy stirred and slowly pushed himself up and dusted himself down. He glared at Candyman.
"I told you I didn't need your help. I'm fine!" Freddy turned and walked off in his own direction, leaving Candyman alone and frustrated.
"He is such a...." Candyman growled. "Such a bastard son of 100 maniacs!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Mummy!" screamed little 5 year old Timmy as the big burnt man chased him down the hall to his preschool room. He pushed open the door and ran in, hiding under one of the tables and shivered as he watched the door open and a pair of dirt brown shoes stood posing in front.
One foot began to tap, as if waiting for an explanation from a naughty child.
"Ti-mmy!" came the voice of the evil burnt man. "Timmy, come out and we can play games and eat ice cream forever and ever!"
Timmy buried his head in his arms. He didn't want to listen. He didn't want to hear the bad man.
"TIMMY!" growled the man in a much deeper and threatening voice. "I'm going to string you up to the roof and beat you like a fucking piñata!"
"My mummy says you're not real!" screamed Timmy.
"My mummy says YOU'RE not real!" retaliated Freddy. It was obvious Freddy had confused the child as everything fell silent and Freddy rolled his eyes waiting for the kids' comeback.
"My mummy told me not to listen to you!" cried the child back.
"Your mummy told me the condom broke, then out-the-fuck you came!" Freddy roared back, once again confusing young Tommy.
Freddy rolled his eyes, bent down and grabbed the kid by his ankle, tearing him out from under the table. Timmy squealed and kicked, trying to free himself from the bad man's grasp, but Freddy threw the kid against the wall, ripping down drawings and pictures hung on the wall. Timmy's eyes filled with tears and he crawled back into the corner hoping to hide.
Freddy stalked over to him. "Yah know what else your mummy told me? She said bad kids deserve bad punishment! And you..." he shook his head. "You deserve a good beating from Mr Glove!"
Freddy swung his arm back about to tear open the boys face when his body fell to the floor and he clutched at his chest as he felt it almost tear in two. The boy stared back in horror as Freddy rolled onto his side, eyes tightly shut and face squinting from pain. Timmy, not knowing any better, crawled over to Freddy and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you ok mister?" he asked in a tiny voice, before Freddy rose his head and roared at him, causing Timmy to scream, stand up and run off, disappearing into a haze of white as he woke up.
"No!" screamed Freddy. "He was mine! NO!" Freddy was brought back out of his anger fit as the pains continued to get worse and he fell back to the floor and cried out loud.
"Please stop this! Just stop!" he growled pathetically before a change of his voice was evident to much more of a whimper. "Help..." he strangled out as he let himself go back into that black arena he found himself in much earlier.
"I know you are awake." Came the voice of a figure standing above Freddy's curled up body.
"Jus..." began Freddy, his voice weak and tired. "...leave me alone..."
"Open your eyes up." Came the voice again, familiar to Freddy.
"Go away!" growled Freddy to the best of his ability.
Freddy then felt two arms come under his and pull him up on his feet, forcing Freddy to open his eyes. If he had the strength, he would have thrown a good couple of punches into this guys head, but he was having enough trouble keeping his eyes open.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" asked Freddy with a whine as his arm was thrown over the person's shoulder for him to lean on. "Leave me alone!"
"Freddy..!" started the voice again, before a large sigh escaped their lips. "Just... never mind. Shut up and do as you're told." And the figure began walking, pretty much carrying Freddy completely apart from his two legs dragging along the ground.
"You're such..." Freddy coughed, interrupting his speech. "...a pussy!"
"I'd watch yourself if I was you, if you don't want a hook in your gut!"
Freddy groaned, his head falling to the side. "Just put me down!"
"Freddy, you are such an idiot!" yelled the dark skinned man with a hook for a hand as he dropped Freddy to the ground.
"Just fuck off Candyman!" cried Freddy as he felt the dull throb increase slightly with his fall, causing him to roll onto his side, clutching himself and shutting his eyes tight.
The Candyman sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked rhetorically.
"Nothing!" growled Freddy again. "I don't want your help, I don't want anybody's help! I can deal with this myself!"
Candyman sighed again. "You can't deal with this yourself. You may not care about the keeping the system healthy, I do! If something happens to you and kids start dreaming freely with no worries, then the system is screwed! I'm here to help you! So why don't you get off your high horse for 5 minutes so I can keep your stinkin' face existing!"
Freddy replied with nothing and spot of fear hit Candyman, unsure if he was just sleeping or was gone.
Suddenly, Freddy stirred and slowly pushed himself up and dusted himself down. He glared at Candyman.
"I told you I didn't need your help. I'm fine!" Freddy turned and walked off in his own direction, leaving Candyman alone and frustrated.
"He is such a...." Candyman growled. "Such a bastard son of 100 maniacs!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Mummy!" screamed little 5 year old Timmy as the big burnt man chased him down the hall to his preschool room. He pushed open the door and ran in, hiding under one of the tables and shivered as he watched the door open and a pair of dirt brown shoes stood posing in front.
One foot began to tap, as if waiting for an explanation from a naughty child.
"Ti-mmy!" came the voice of the evil burnt man. "Timmy, come out and we can play games and eat ice cream forever and ever!"
Timmy buried his head in his arms. He didn't want to listen. He didn't want to hear the bad man.
"TIMMY!" growled the man in a much deeper and threatening voice. "I'm going to string you up to the roof and beat you like a fucking piñata!"
"My mummy says you're not real!" screamed Timmy.
"My mummy says YOU'RE not real!" retaliated Freddy. It was obvious Freddy had confused the child as everything fell silent and Freddy rolled his eyes waiting for the kids' comeback.
"My mummy told me not to listen to you!" cried the child back.
"Your mummy told me the condom broke, then out-the-fuck you came!" Freddy roared back, once again confusing young Tommy.
Freddy rolled his eyes, bent down and grabbed the kid by his ankle, tearing him out from under the table. Timmy squealed and kicked, trying to free himself from the bad man's grasp, but Freddy threw the kid against the wall, ripping down drawings and pictures hung on the wall. Timmy's eyes filled with tears and he crawled back into the corner hoping to hide.
Freddy stalked over to him. "Yah know what else your mummy told me? She said bad kids deserve bad punishment! And you..." he shook his head. "You deserve a good beating from Mr Glove!"
Freddy swung his arm back about to tear open the boys face when his body fell to the floor and he clutched at his chest as he felt it almost tear in two. The boy stared back in horror as Freddy rolled onto his side, eyes tightly shut and face squinting from pain. Timmy, not knowing any better, crawled over to Freddy and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you ok mister?" he asked in a tiny voice, before Freddy rose his head and roared at him, causing Timmy to scream, stand up and run off, disappearing into a haze of white as he woke up.
"No!" screamed Freddy. "He was mine! NO!" Freddy was brought back out of his anger fit as the pains continued to get worse and he fell back to the floor and cried out loud.
"Please stop this! Just stop!" he growled pathetically before a change of his voice was evident to much more of a whimper. "Help..." he strangled out as he let himself go back into that black arena he found himself in much earlier.