Blake V.s Freddy
The Fear is Clear
Freddy went back into the cafiteria and sat down. He slipped the glove on and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a rag and a bottle of Cloriform. Tim poured some Cloriform into the rag and ran into the boys bath room. Tim found Joe there. Joe was starttled by the sound.
"Oh, Tim, you scared me. What's that in your hand?'
"You'll find out bitch, just hold still." Tim punched Joe to the ground, and held the rag to Joe's mouth. Joe struggled with no prevale. Tim pulled out the claw and Joe froze. Tim smiled and Joe knew, it was either Freddy or Blake. But Blake was busy.
Blake's old english teacher Stu was sleeping in the teachers lounge, as teachers do. Stu was dreaming how he threw books at Blake. Blake was sitting in his seat, as he took the abuse.
"BLAKE...have you learned anything?" Blake looked up at him, bleeding from the lips.
"Yeah Stu, I learned how to defend myself" and then Blake lifted his claw and slashed Stu 3 times across the chest. This gave everyone in the teachers lounge quite a scare.
Tim was just leave the bathroom when he heard the screams. "Not yet Blake...not yet." Freddy then left Tim's body, making Tim pass out in thew middle of lunch. Joe was now asleep, and for quite a while. Joe found himself in a Playground. The little girls from last time were there.
"Hi Joe." Freddy's daughter was there.
"Honey, what are you doing here?"
"I'm playing jump rope. Want to play with us." Joe had know time to think.
"I wouldn't Joe, she's quite good." Freddy was standing behind him.
"FREDDY!" Joe was starttled.
"Know, know. There's something about you, something I like, and when I like something as valuable as the children, I only think of good things." Joe looked at him, knowing he knew something.
"Well Joe, I do believe my daughter has taken a liking to you. I was wondering if you could ask her a question for me." Just then, Freddy lifted his claw under Joe's neck.
Tim was dreaming of the most saticfying thing in the world. He was beating up Blake again. Blake just stumbled around the quartyard, coughing. Tim kicked Blake, he punched Blake, and he thrusted his knee between Blake's legs.
"Come on Blake, fight back you pussy." Blake looked up at Tim. Blake pointed to a tree. Tim let his quard down, turned around, and saw his English teacher, Stu dangling on a branch. Tim screamed out in horror, but his voice was not heard. Blake was dangling Tim's tongue.
"Can't call me Pussy without this...can yeah?" Tim tried to apologive, but nothing came. Blake walked towards Tim, and Tim froze, as Blake's right hand grew blades at the ends of his fingers.
"Tim, this is going to hurt you, more than it is going to hurt me. Oh, and if you're wondering, 3 down, and 81 to go." Blake plunged the Blades into Tim's ribs. Tim parished instently. Blood spued from his chest in the middle of the cafiteria. The students ran into the teachers longue, only to find a dead teacher. All the children knew, and were scared. Freddy and Blake were back. The fear was clear.
Freddy went back into the cafiteria and sat down. He slipped the glove on and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a rag and a bottle of Cloriform. Tim poured some Cloriform into the rag and ran into the boys bath room. Tim found Joe there. Joe was starttled by the sound.
"Oh, Tim, you scared me. What's that in your hand?'
"You'll find out bitch, just hold still." Tim punched Joe to the ground, and held the rag to Joe's mouth. Joe struggled with no prevale. Tim pulled out the claw and Joe froze. Tim smiled and Joe knew, it was either Freddy or Blake. But Blake was busy.
Blake's old english teacher Stu was sleeping in the teachers lounge, as teachers do. Stu was dreaming how he threw books at Blake. Blake was sitting in his seat, as he took the abuse.
"BLAKE...have you learned anything?" Blake looked up at him, bleeding from the lips.
"Yeah Stu, I learned how to defend myself" and then Blake lifted his claw and slashed Stu 3 times across the chest. This gave everyone in the teachers lounge quite a scare.
Tim was just leave the bathroom when he heard the screams. "Not yet Blake...not yet." Freddy then left Tim's body, making Tim pass out in thew middle of lunch. Joe was now asleep, and for quite a while. Joe found himself in a Playground. The little girls from last time were there.
"Hi Joe." Freddy's daughter was there.
"Honey, what are you doing here?"
"I'm playing jump rope. Want to play with us." Joe had know time to think.
"I wouldn't Joe, she's quite good." Freddy was standing behind him.
"FREDDY!" Joe was starttled.
"Know, know. There's something about you, something I like, and when I like something as valuable as the children, I only think of good things." Joe looked at him, knowing he knew something.
"Well Joe, I do believe my daughter has taken a liking to you. I was wondering if you could ask her a question for me." Just then, Freddy lifted his claw under Joe's neck.
Tim was dreaming of the most saticfying thing in the world. He was beating up Blake again. Blake just stumbled around the quartyard, coughing. Tim kicked Blake, he punched Blake, and he thrusted his knee between Blake's legs.
"Come on Blake, fight back you pussy." Blake looked up at Tim. Blake pointed to a tree. Tim let his quard down, turned around, and saw his English teacher, Stu dangling on a branch. Tim screamed out in horror, but his voice was not heard. Blake was dangling Tim's tongue.
"Can't call me Pussy without this...can yeah?" Tim tried to apologive, but nothing came. Blake walked towards Tim, and Tim froze, as Blake's right hand grew blades at the ends of his fingers.
"Tim, this is going to hurt you, more than it is going to hurt me. Oh, and if you're wondering, 3 down, and 81 to go." Blake plunged the Blades into Tim's ribs. Tim parished instently. Blood spued from his chest in the middle of the cafiteria. The students ran into the teachers longue, only to find a dead teacher. All the children knew, and were scared. Freddy and Blake were back. The fear was clear.
