"Ohh, poor baby.."

Lydia flinched and looked up at Freddy and his twisted smile. She tried to stop crying, but her shaking wouldn't stop. "Leave me alone." She managed to whisper.

Freddy laughed, kneeling down beside her. "But we know that isn't really what you want.." He replied, gliding the blades softly over the skin of her arm. Lydia said nothing because she knew he was correct. Why was it she hated most people, yet also hated to be completely alone?

She sobbed once more, Freddy raking his blades through her long hair and licking her neck. He then paused and disappeared in an instant. Lydia sighed, standing up and leaning on a rail for support while she walked down another metal staircase that felt far too flimsy. She explored deeper into the maze-like boiler room, jumping when a voice exclaimed, "Lydia!"

Lydia turned around, spotting Danielle and picking up her pace. She ran a short distance and Danielle asked, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Shouldn't you be rotting in hell?"

The girls both turned to watch Freddy advance down a corridor, grinding his blades against a pipe and producing gold and blue sparks.

"..You're really dramatic, you know." Lydia pointed out.

A school bell sounded, waking Lydia up in an instant. What kind of college uses high school bells? An old college, Lydia decided. She slowly looked up at the teacher who was finishing saying something. Lydia turned to the girl beside her. The girl's eye was red where Lydia had stabbed her, but otherwise was fine. The students scrambled out of the room, and the girl to the right asked Lydia, "Nice nap?"

"No." Lydia gathered her things, pushing them into her messenger bag.

"I can scan you a copy of my notes if you want." The girl offered.

"Oh. Thanks." Lydia nodded with a small smile. "I'm Lydia."

"Tiara." The girl introduced herself.

Tiara..? What an odd name, Lydia thought. Lydia scribbled her email address onto the girl's notes, thanking her again before leaving in a rush. She flipped out her phone, calling Danielle while unlocking her camaro. It continued to ring, but Danielle wouldn't answer. Lydia threw the phone into the car before climbing in and heading home.

The phone call had actually awoken Danielle, but she didn't want to get up. Ten more minutes wouldn't hurt, right? She just wouldn't fall asleep.

When she decided to get up and find something to eat, she walked downstairs and realized she had left the television on. She yawned, sitting down and watching some show. Somehow the program was getting weirder, but she couldn't exactly tell why.

Then she noticed the people had no faces.

She had seen such a thing before- while watching television without her glasses- but now the faces weren't just blurred to show no face. All else in the program looked normal, except for these faceless people. The background started to fade, and the people stopped moving. They just stood there, facing Danielle.

She slowly lifted her arm and waved at the people, and one near her reflection on the screen waved back.

It wasn't a television. It was a mirror.

"No! I don't feel asleep!" She closed her eyes, curling up on the couch. She could hear the shuffling footsteps as the people surrounded her. They started to grab her, their hands colder than ice. She looked up at them and screamed into the blank faces. She pulled away from them, running up to her bedroom and locking the door. When she turned around, she was in that boiler room.

"No, not this crap again!" She pulled on the door, but it wouldn't budge; quite the contrary, it soon vanished after she kicked it. She looked over her shoulder and screamed- Freddy was mere inches away. "Back so soon?" He grabbed her by her hips, pulling her to himself.

"Don't touch me! Let go!" She tried to wiggle away, and threw a punch at his face, but he released one of her hips to block the punch and throw her to a row of pipes that sizzled on contact with Danielle's skin. She screamed out as the metal burnt her. It took only a second for her to scramble away from the burning hot pipes, but that one second was agonizing.

She tried to stand, but suddenly Freddy was on top of her, holding her down.

"Ah, you smell nice.." He whispered. He brought his gloved hand to her neck, resting the blades on her skin, as if daring her to pull away.

His other hand traveled up her shorts, coating his scarred fingers in menstrual blood.

"You pervy perv!" Danielle kicked him, but stopped moving when a thin line was cut into her throat, a few drops of blood gathering along the incision. Her eyes widened in shock and fear, and Freddy raised his hand to his lips, licking the blood off.

"Delicious.." He complimented Danielle. He chuckled darkly, watching her eyes fill with tears as he pulled off her shorts. She didn't dare move again. When Freddy pulled off her underwear, he deeply inhaled the scent of the bloody pad before licking it then tossing the underwear aside and moving closer to Danielle.

Danielle's brain had gone blank, but she knew there was no use trying to reason with him. Begging would make it worse regardless. Oh, but it felt horrible being so helpless. There had to be something she could do. If not now, then later. Something to stop these dreams! But god..they weren't just dreams..

Her thoughts were interrupted when Freddy started touching her vulva, pleasantly smearing blood onto his hands. He picked off a black clump and ate it; Danielle nearly threw up. He had removed the blades from her neck before doing so, but fear of them were still fresh on her mind, and she knew he could kill her whenever he wanted to. She also understood that she would die in the real world.

Despite this logic that she should cooperate, she emitted a cry of protest when Freddy leaned down, pressing his mouth to her body. She squirmed some, but stopped when the blades were placed on her leg. She eyed the metal fearfully as Freddy consumed her blood, cleaning her vagina for her with his long tongue. The smell and taste were perfection to his senses. With each suck, Danielle felt nastier and nastier, and she started to cry.

Her crying overwhelmed another of Freddy's senses. Perfect.

Lydia parked out on the street as quickly as possible, going to open the front door. It was locked! Lydia unzipped her messenger bag, digging through all the junk. She pulled out her car keys, but the house key was missing. "Curses! DANIELLE!" She shouted, knocking on the door. What a great moment to lose her key.

"Lydia?" Danielle tried to sit up, and Freddy started digging the tips of the blades into her leg. "No! Please!" Danielle laid back down, sobbing. Freddy lifted his head, moving his mouth to where he had started to stab her and sucking on the blood.

"Danielle?" Lydia called again and waited for a few moments. She called her cell phone again, but there was no answer. Either Danielle was sleeping or showering. Lydia had a feeling it was the former.

I don't have time for this! Lydia ran back out to her car, searching the seats and floor for the key. Ah ha! She found a small, pink key underneath the driver's seat.

Freddy sat up when Danielle's leg finished bleeding, and Danielle just stared at him, wondering- no, fearing- what he would do next. His face was unreadable; his fedora hat had tilted over his eyes, casting shadows over his burnt face; however, soon she could make out the trace of a smirk on his lips as he gripped her hip with his ungloved hand and positioned the tips of two blades over her vagina.

A look of absolute horror formed on her face. "No! NO!" Danielle screamed and tried to move away, only to find that chains had appeared on her wrists, ankles, torso and neck. "NO!" She shrieked, tears cascading down her face.

"WAKE UP!" Lydia shouted, blasting the stereo on full volume. Danielle woke up in an instant, falling off the couch and scrambling to her feet, only to collapse to the ground again.

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