Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Remember!"
Bang.
"Remember!"
Bang.
"Remember!"
Smack.
Freddy collapsed backwards onto the bed. His head spun like a wheel after being thrown down a tall hill, and his forehead turned a bright red. He had spent the last 10 minutes smacking his head on a wall, in hopes of knocking something around in there which would turn his memory back on. Apparently all attempts had failed and all he was left with was a splitting headache.
"Why am I so thick?" he grumbled to himself, his hand on his head, as he stood up to look himself over in the mirror, groaning in pain but ignoring the sting.
He looked the exact same as he did before the doctor had come, no changes at all evident except a bright red forehead.
"I look like I'm wearing a hat..." he mused to himself, before noticing the blood red stain forming on his singlet.
"I don't think that should look like that..." he said to himself, poking the wound and grunting in pain as he did so.
"Daddy?" came a soft voice form outside the door.
Freddy leaped into the air before diving under the covers of his bed and bringing the sheets up to his chin. The door opened slowly to reveal a small girl with ribbons in her hair.
"Daddy?" came the small voice again from the little girl dressed in a pink dress. Freddy couldn't pin point her exact age, but she looked only to be a toddler.
The girl dragged her feet across the carpet and climbed up onto the bed to sit next to Freddy. Freddy looked at 'it' like a drowned rat.
"You're... awfully small..." he said softly. The little girl laughed.
"Daddy, when are you better?"
"Daddy, be me?" asked Freddy pointing to himself. The little girl once again laughed.
"Daddy, I want you to come down and play with me, when you're bedder'." She said in an innocent voice.
Freddy just stared.
The girl suddenly jumped up in joy, her face broadening to a huge smile.
"Daddy, daddy! Look what I made for you!" she squealed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded up piece of paper, and handing it to Freddy. Her face held a look of such suspense towards the dumbfounded Freddy, as he slowly opened the paper to reveal a crayon drawing of what looked to be 3 blurs. Freddy squinted hard to see what looked to be 3 people instead of blurs, a tall one, a medium one and a small one. At the top of the page wrote in messy handwriting, "Dear Daddy!" and the bottom read "Love always Katherine."
"Katherine?" he asked softly. The little girl's eyes lit up, waiting for a compliment.
Freddy, realizing her suspense swallowed hard.
"Umm, yeah, really nice picture you've drawn here."
The little girl squealed again and jumped onto Freddy, her arms swinging around his neck holding him in a tight embrace. Freddy yelped in pain, but this came unnoticed to the child.
"Katherine, once you've given daddy his present, come down and help me. Let daddy have some rest." Came a voice from out the door. The child, like an obedient dog, slithered off the bed and gave her 'daddy' one last grin.
"Bye daddy! Sleep!" And she left Freddy to his silence. He didn't stop staring at the door for at least another 5 minutes before averting his eyes down to the paper still held in his hand.
First Loretta, now Katherine? What next? A dog named Buddy? Thoughts twisted through his head until the shocking reality of his bleeding side came back into play.
"Messy shit." He grumbled using the bed sheet to wipe away the blood. "That Loretta is going to chuck a fit."
"Freddy!"
Freddy turned his head up fast to see Loretta standing shocked in the doorway, before making a dash to the cupboard and pulling out a bandage and other supplies along with a box of tissues.
Freddy had turned his attention back down to wiping at his blood until Loretta placed a warm and loving hand on his. Freddy looked up, his face in wonder and confusion. Why would an obviously loving and caring woman like her want to help him so much? What did he do to deserve this? What didn't he do?
After removing his hands, Loretta lifted the singlet and placed a handful of tissues over the wound, applying pressure.
"The Doctor said the stitches may rip if you were too active." She said not looking up.
"Oh." Came the silent response of Freddy, still shocked.
"You're going to need a new bandage." Said Loretta, spinning around behind her to grab the fresh bandage. After spinning back, before she could do anything else, Freddy took a hold of her hand. She stopped a midst and stared up into Freddy's eyes.
"Please..." came Freddy's voice. "Please tell me what is going on. I have no memory, nothing..." he whispered. "Please."
Loretta stared at him, her hand still being held. She took a deep gulp as she slowly twisted her hand from the grip so she was holding Freddy's hand.
"I'll tell you only if you let me clean your wound at the same time." She whispered back.
Freddy nodded, releasing her hand completely and sitting back calmly, holding his gaze on her. Loretta began to gently clean the wound, her eyes averted down.
"His name was Theodore Williams. He was an evil man..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Freddy! Freddy! I know you are here, where the hell are you?" yelled Candyman in a strong voice, slamming open the door of 1428. He stormed through rooms, searching, hunting.
"Where are you?!" he yelled loudly again.
"What are you doing here?" came a deep growl from behind. Candyman turned around to come in contact with a man, similar to Freddy's physique but much taller. Although coming from an exact copy of Freddy's body, the voice sounded much different and deeper.
"Freddy?" asked Candyman, weary and untrusting of the man in his presence.
The man said nothing, instead keeping his glare on Candyman in a frozen stand.
"Freddy, why the fuck are you messing with everything? Where the hell did you go before? Pinhead told me you were back and then you left again, but I knew you would come back. I'm sick of how you're acting, grow up and do your job."
Candyman waited for a reply. A joke, name-calling, whatever! As long as something was said. But instead silence enveloped the room and let Candyman out in the cold.
"Fine! You want to play games, go ahead! Fuck up the system and see what happens to you and the rest of us! I hope you're happy you ungrateful, ignorant..."
"Candyman, I presume." Said the man with a deep laugh. Candyman froze. Who was this imposter?
"I was preparing myself for a visit from you, but I assure you, this will be the only one." Came the voice again.
Candyman eyed him off. "Obviously you aren't Freddy, you mind telling me who you are now and why you're dressed in my dear friend Freddy's attire?"
The man laughed. "Freddy who?"
Candyman glared. "Don't fuck around."
"Who's fucking with who?" asked the man, an annoying tone in his voice.
"You're asking for trouble aren't you?" Candyman said, trying his best not to snap but sound threatening.
"Try me bitch!" hissed the man, leaping up to Candyman and pulling an arm back, snapped Candyman in the jaw. Candyman's head went along with the punch, but turned around afterwards to reveal no injury.
"I thought so." The man replied quietly. "You're one of those tough little monsters aren't you?" And with that, he bared his right-gloved hand, baring 4 knives.
"What?!" asked Candyman silently before receiving another punch in the jaw, this time much stronger than the last causing him to stumble backwards and grab the side of his face.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Growled the man, leaping on Candyman, hands around his throat, pulling him hard to the ground. Candyman fell in a heap, and quick thinking, he dug his hook into the imposter's side.
"Oh, you meany!" he giggled, before releasing his gloved hand from Candyman's throat and slashing him across the cheek. Candyman hissed in pain as he brought his fist forward hard into the man's jaw and knocked him over. Candyman took this opportunity to pounce on him and drive his hook into the man's burnt cheek... Burnt cheek?
For the first time now, Candyman had actually had the chance to see the man's face. Just like Freddy's, it was burnt. The smell of dried blood filled his nostrils and stung Candyman's head.
The face resemblance was somewhat uncanny, but Candyman figured it was just due to the burns. But there was definitely something about his physical features that differed from Freddy's. He seemed to have a longer, thinner face and his eyes were a different colour. A dark brown, possibly straight black, it was hard to tell. But it was definite that this was not Freddy.
It seemed time had frozen momentarily for Candyman as he impeded his hook into the imposter's cheek. Candyman felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, bringing him back to reality to see the man digging his knives into his shoulder and twisting them. Candyman tore out his hook, the man's flesh ripping into pieces, thick dark red blood oozing from the sore. The man yelled in pain, taking this opportunity to release his anger by ripping his own glove out and aiming it straight for between Candyman's eyes. Candyman threw his hand out, catching the man's wrist, his knives only inches from Candyman's face. The struggle continued on for what seemed to be an eternity for the both of them, until something from inside Candyman bubbled up and gave him the energy to throw the imposter off of him. Candyman jumped up, ready to attack as he watched the other man slowly rise and glare at him, his face slowly turning into a cheeky and untrustworthy smile.
"Gotta' go. Busy busy busy! I have a lot of stuff to do! But I assure you, I will see you around very soon and we can continue our little... tiff." He winked evilly at Candyman.
"One, two, Teddy's coming for you!" and with that, he was gone.
Candyman continued to stare at the same spot for another 10 minutes. Who the fuck was Teddy? And where the fuck was Freddy? Things seemed to be really messed up, and only looked like it was going to get worse.
* * * * * * * * * *
"All those children..." sobbed Loretta into her hands. "All those lives, wasted away for nothing!" She continued to silently sob into her hands. Freddy sat, shocked and confused. That story sounded so familiar, but why?
"But he is gone now, the nightmare is over." Said Loretta, her voice much more clearer than before. "Except for you." She reached out and stroked his cheek.
"Once you get better, everything will be better."
Freddy cleared his throat softly. "What... what happened to me? Why am I like this?" He self-consciously put a hand on his stomach where the injury was.
"You work at the very same place as him dear." Loretta spoke softly. "Do you remember anything about the night he attacked you?"
Freddy shook his head, hoping for answers. Loretta sighed.
"After he had been released, he returned to the boiler room. You were so angry! I couldn't control you. You feared for our sweet Katherine's life, so you tried to take matters into your own hands. You went to him, but you were unprepared. I know you were only trying to help, you didn't mean to get hurt, but the bastard was expecting this. So he stabbed you. He... stabbed... you." Tears sprung to Loretta's eyes once again.
"They didn't think you would survive. There was so much blood!"
"When did this happen?" asked Freddy softly, taking her wrist in his hand.
Loretta sniffed. "One day before the parents burnt him."
"And when was that?" asked Freddy again.
"Almost 1 month ago" replied Loretta.
Freddy thought for a minute. He was confused. "How long was I in hospital for?"
"You came out 2 days ago sweet heart." Said Loretta softly, trying to calm a now shaking Freddy. "The doctors said there was nothing else they could do for you there, plus you were so eager to come home!" Loretta smiled. "So eager to be back with your family, where its safe and we would take care of you."
Freddy didn't know why, but this somewhat repulsed him. Everything that came out of her mouth seemed like a load of cock, way too happy and cheery for your average American family. But he hid his feelings away, only revealing a small smile hoping she would leave him alone to contemplate things.
"I have an idea!" Loretta said with a large smile. "How about you come down to the living room and we can all sit together and watch a movie? Katherine misses her daddy so much! She would love to see you!"
Freddy gulped hard. This was... odd. Although he would have preferred to sit and think about things for a while, he really was getting sick of seeing the same damn room with the same damn walls and same damn ceiling. Plus, he was interested to see what the rest of "his" house looked like.
He nodded with a slight smile to Loretta as she grinned widely back, hopping off the bed and removing the covers to assist Freddy in getting out of bed and down the stairs.
"Remember!"
Bang.
"Remember!"
Bang.
"Remember!"
Smack.
Freddy collapsed backwards onto the bed. His head spun like a wheel after being thrown down a tall hill, and his forehead turned a bright red. He had spent the last 10 minutes smacking his head on a wall, in hopes of knocking something around in there which would turn his memory back on. Apparently all attempts had failed and all he was left with was a splitting headache.
"Why am I so thick?" he grumbled to himself, his hand on his head, as he stood up to look himself over in the mirror, groaning in pain but ignoring the sting.
He looked the exact same as he did before the doctor had come, no changes at all evident except a bright red forehead.
"I look like I'm wearing a hat..." he mused to himself, before noticing the blood red stain forming on his singlet.
"I don't think that should look like that..." he said to himself, poking the wound and grunting in pain as he did so.
"Daddy?" came a soft voice form outside the door.
Freddy leaped into the air before diving under the covers of his bed and bringing the sheets up to his chin. The door opened slowly to reveal a small girl with ribbons in her hair.
"Daddy?" came the small voice again from the little girl dressed in a pink dress. Freddy couldn't pin point her exact age, but she looked only to be a toddler.
The girl dragged her feet across the carpet and climbed up onto the bed to sit next to Freddy. Freddy looked at 'it' like a drowned rat.
"You're... awfully small..." he said softly. The little girl laughed.
"Daddy, when are you better?"
"Daddy, be me?" asked Freddy pointing to himself. The little girl once again laughed.
"Daddy, I want you to come down and play with me, when you're bedder'." She said in an innocent voice.
Freddy just stared.
The girl suddenly jumped up in joy, her face broadening to a huge smile.
"Daddy, daddy! Look what I made for you!" she squealed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded up piece of paper, and handing it to Freddy. Her face held a look of such suspense towards the dumbfounded Freddy, as he slowly opened the paper to reveal a crayon drawing of what looked to be 3 blurs. Freddy squinted hard to see what looked to be 3 people instead of blurs, a tall one, a medium one and a small one. At the top of the page wrote in messy handwriting, "Dear Daddy!" and the bottom read "Love always Katherine."
"Katherine?" he asked softly. The little girl's eyes lit up, waiting for a compliment.
Freddy, realizing her suspense swallowed hard.
"Umm, yeah, really nice picture you've drawn here."
The little girl squealed again and jumped onto Freddy, her arms swinging around his neck holding him in a tight embrace. Freddy yelped in pain, but this came unnoticed to the child.
"Katherine, once you've given daddy his present, come down and help me. Let daddy have some rest." Came a voice from out the door. The child, like an obedient dog, slithered off the bed and gave her 'daddy' one last grin.
"Bye daddy! Sleep!" And she left Freddy to his silence. He didn't stop staring at the door for at least another 5 minutes before averting his eyes down to the paper still held in his hand.
First Loretta, now Katherine? What next? A dog named Buddy? Thoughts twisted through his head until the shocking reality of his bleeding side came back into play.
"Messy shit." He grumbled using the bed sheet to wipe away the blood. "That Loretta is going to chuck a fit."
"Freddy!"
Freddy turned his head up fast to see Loretta standing shocked in the doorway, before making a dash to the cupboard and pulling out a bandage and other supplies along with a box of tissues.
Freddy had turned his attention back down to wiping at his blood until Loretta placed a warm and loving hand on his. Freddy looked up, his face in wonder and confusion. Why would an obviously loving and caring woman like her want to help him so much? What did he do to deserve this? What didn't he do?
After removing his hands, Loretta lifted the singlet and placed a handful of tissues over the wound, applying pressure.
"The Doctor said the stitches may rip if you were too active." She said not looking up.
"Oh." Came the silent response of Freddy, still shocked.
"You're going to need a new bandage." Said Loretta, spinning around behind her to grab the fresh bandage. After spinning back, before she could do anything else, Freddy took a hold of her hand. She stopped a midst and stared up into Freddy's eyes.
"Please..." came Freddy's voice. "Please tell me what is going on. I have no memory, nothing..." he whispered. "Please."
Loretta stared at him, her hand still being held. She took a deep gulp as she slowly twisted her hand from the grip so she was holding Freddy's hand.
"I'll tell you only if you let me clean your wound at the same time." She whispered back.
Freddy nodded, releasing her hand completely and sitting back calmly, holding his gaze on her. Loretta began to gently clean the wound, her eyes averted down.
"His name was Theodore Williams. He was an evil man..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Freddy! Freddy! I know you are here, where the hell are you?" yelled Candyman in a strong voice, slamming open the door of 1428. He stormed through rooms, searching, hunting.
"Where are you?!" he yelled loudly again.
"What are you doing here?" came a deep growl from behind. Candyman turned around to come in contact with a man, similar to Freddy's physique but much taller. Although coming from an exact copy of Freddy's body, the voice sounded much different and deeper.
"Freddy?" asked Candyman, weary and untrusting of the man in his presence.
The man said nothing, instead keeping his glare on Candyman in a frozen stand.
"Freddy, why the fuck are you messing with everything? Where the hell did you go before? Pinhead told me you were back and then you left again, but I knew you would come back. I'm sick of how you're acting, grow up and do your job."
Candyman waited for a reply. A joke, name-calling, whatever! As long as something was said. But instead silence enveloped the room and let Candyman out in the cold.
"Fine! You want to play games, go ahead! Fuck up the system and see what happens to you and the rest of us! I hope you're happy you ungrateful, ignorant..."
"Candyman, I presume." Said the man with a deep laugh. Candyman froze. Who was this imposter?
"I was preparing myself for a visit from you, but I assure you, this will be the only one." Came the voice again.
Candyman eyed him off. "Obviously you aren't Freddy, you mind telling me who you are now and why you're dressed in my dear friend Freddy's attire?"
The man laughed. "Freddy who?"
Candyman glared. "Don't fuck around."
"Who's fucking with who?" asked the man, an annoying tone in his voice.
"You're asking for trouble aren't you?" Candyman said, trying his best not to snap but sound threatening.
"Try me bitch!" hissed the man, leaping up to Candyman and pulling an arm back, snapped Candyman in the jaw. Candyman's head went along with the punch, but turned around afterwards to reveal no injury.
"I thought so." The man replied quietly. "You're one of those tough little monsters aren't you?" And with that, he bared his right-gloved hand, baring 4 knives.
"What?!" asked Candyman silently before receiving another punch in the jaw, this time much stronger than the last causing him to stumble backwards and grab the side of his face.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Growled the man, leaping on Candyman, hands around his throat, pulling him hard to the ground. Candyman fell in a heap, and quick thinking, he dug his hook into the imposter's side.
"Oh, you meany!" he giggled, before releasing his gloved hand from Candyman's throat and slashing him across the cheek. Candyman hissed in pain as he brought his fist forward hard into the man's jaw and knocked him over. Candyman took this opportunity to pounce on him and drive his hook into the man's burnt cheek... Burnt cheek?
For the first time now, Candyman had actually had the chance to see the man's face. Just like Freddy's, it was burnt. The smell of dried blood filled his nostrils and stung Candyman's head.
The face resemblance was somewhat uncanny, but Candyman figured it was just due to the burns. But there was definitely something about his physical features that differed from Freddy's. He seemed to have a longer, thinner face and his eyes were a different colour. A dark brown, possibly straight black, it was hard to tell. But it was definite that this was not Freddy.
It seemed time had frozen momentarily for Candyman as he impeded his hook into the imposter's cheek. Candyman felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, bringing him back to reality to see the man digging his knives into his shoulder and twisting them. Candyman tore out his hook, the man's flesh ripping into pieces, thick dark red blood oozing from the sore. The man yelled in pain, taking this opportunity to release his anger by ripping his own glove out and aiming it straight for between Candyman's eyes. Candyman threw his hand out, catching the man's wrist, his knives only inches from Candyman's face. The struggle continued on for what seemed to be an eternity for the both of them, until something from inside Candyman bubbled up and gave him the energy to throw the imposter off of him. Candyman jumped up, ready to attack as he watched the other man slowly rise and glare at him, his face slowly turning into a cheeky and untrustworthy smile.
"Gotta' go. Busy busy busy! I have a lot of stuff to do! But I assure you, I will see you around very soon and we can continue our little... tiff." He winked evilly at Candyman.
"One, two, Teddy's coming for you!" and with that, he was gone.
Candyman continued to stare at the same spot for another 10 minutes. Who the fuck was Teddy? And where the fuck was Freddy? Things seemed to be really messed up, and only looked like it was going to get worse.
* * * * * * * * * *
"All those children..." sobbed Loretta into her hands. "All those lives, wasted away for nothing!" She continued to silently sob into her hands. Freddy sat, shocked and confused. That story sounded so familiar, but why?
"But he is gone now, the nightmare is over." Said Loretta, her voice much more clearer than before. "Except for you." She reached out and stroked his cheek.
"Once you get better, everything will be better."
Freddy cleared his throat softly. "What... what happened to me? Why am I like this?" He self-consciously put a hand on his stomach where the injury was.
"You work at the very same place as him dear." Loretta spoke softly. "Do you remember anything about the night he attacked you?"
Freddy shook his head, hoping for answers. Loretta sighed.
"After he had been released, he returned to the boiler room. You were so angry! I couldn't control you. You feared for our sweet Katherine's life, so you tried to take matters into your own hands. You went to him, but you were unprepared. I know you were only trying to help, you didn't mean to get hurt, but the bastard was expecting this. So he stabbed you. He... stabbed... you." Tears sprung to Loretta's eyes once again.
"They didn't think you would survive. There was so much blood!"
"When did this happen?" asked Freddy softly, taking her wrist in his hand.
Loretta sniffed. "One day before the parents burnt him."
"And when was that?" asked Freddy again.
"Almost 1 month ago" replied Loretta.
Freddy thought for a minute. He was confused. "How long was I in hospital for?"
"You came out 2 days ago sweet heart." Said Loretta softly, trying to calm a now shaking Freddy. "The doctors said there was nothing else they could do for you there, plus you were so eager to come home!" Loretta smiled. "So eager to be back with your family, where its safe and we would take care of you."
Freddy didn't know why, but this somewhat repulsed him. Everything that came out of her mouth seemed like a load of cock, way too happy and cheery for your average American family. But he hid his feelings away, only revealing a small smile hoping she would leave him alone to contemplate things.
"I have an idea!" Loretta said with a large smile. "How about you come down to the living room and we can all sit together and watch a movie? Katherine misses her daddy so much! She would love to see you!"
Freddy gulped hard. This was... odd. Although he would have preferred to sit and think about things for a while, he really was getting sick of seeing the same damn room with the same damn walls and same damn ceiling. Plus, he was interested to see what the rest of "his" house looked like.
He nodded with a slight smile to Loretta as she grinned widely back, hopping off the bed and removing the covers to assist Freddy in getting out of bed and down the stairs.