Chapter One
"Fuck..." I growl.
"Why are we even fucking moving?" I shout at my dad.
"... B... Because... No one is safe back home... I mean you're not safe honey..."
My pathetic excuse for a sperm donor stutters. One of his natural flaws distancing him from perfection.
Oh. Hey there. I didn't see you. I'm Jessica Necro A.k.a. Jesse to my "friends" as you will. See, I'm here, body extended across the leather interior to... My Hum V since my dad isn't man enough to own up to it completely, my head padded into the handle of the second row door handle. We're moving, again, since my old territories prey couldn't protect themselves from me, once more. I have a tendency to wreak havoc on occasions for pleasure and sheer enjoyment.
*Yeah, ri-ight. You do it just because you can*
Oh, and that's my conscious. The little bitch thinks she can just say whatever she wants.
*Oh, but I can. You can't shut me out or keep me from saying anything. So, Phliiiiiib.*
Rolling my eyes I snort at the miniscule annoyance. Anyways, let's get back on track. You've met my "dad", my conscious, and somewhat me. To cut something painfully long sweetly short, I'm 5,6, long gold blond hair that reaches my ass, a great waist that supports a size 7, and a body the supports D knockers and several piercings. My attitude is... somewhat aggressive at all times, and I'm usually The Bitch, not A Bitch ALL the time. No other can de-throne me.
I'm a Drummer, Gothic, and DAMN PROUD OF IT. I indulge in different segments of Metal, and Rock. I listen to nothing more, and definitely NOT less. As for hobbies, wreaking havoc, giving nightmares, the music listening, drums, of course, and the occasional good book on Crime scenes or Sci-fiction. You know how to get away with crimes, and "There Are Aliens!" type ordeal.
"What the fuck..." I grunt as I rolled off the leather seating, smashing my face into the carpeted flooring of the Hum V.
I slowly get up, a venomous glare melted into my once neutral eyes as I raise up enough to get in a sitting position on my once bed of a seat. I shift my stare to my "father" who was staring through the rear view mirror every vehicle comes equipped with, his facial expression that of a 5 year old who just stumbled upon the thing that lurked under their bed.
"Ho... Honey... I'm s.. So sorry... I stopped be-"
My dad tried to stutter but I rudely interrupted him, like usual, and snarled,
"Out. Now." Pointing my finger out onto the white chalk driveway of our supposed new "home" for the time being. I stepped out, pissed, but clinging to my control till my father stumbled out of the large four gear shift vehicle. He came, nearly crawling to me. I raised a hand, and slapped him across the face yelling,
"You baffling imbecile! Do you not know how to stop properly and when to? Forget it. I don't want an answer." I finish with a slow trickle of pressured and steaming air trickling out of my flared nostrils. I tried taking my attention to something else to neutral myself out, and it worked. My sky blue iris' fell upon our new house. Its door was a blood red, and the windows were barred, like a mental institution. I loved it.
"Perfect." I purred through my set of pearly whites, and sharpened canines. I glanced back, - the glare that was infused into my eyes less venomous - at my father and snapped my fingers. We've done this so many times before; he already knows what I mean. I started to walk towards the new housing I shall be dwelling in, my eyes scanning sections at a time, picking up how horribly green the grass was.
"A little weed killer should spruce that up a bit." I chuckle lowly to myself before taking my gaze other places.
This time they settled on the row up against our stone porch. It was disdainfully bright. Clutters of sun yellow daisies, hot pink roses, light purple lilacs, and virgin white lilies. I nearly gagged and jerked my eyes back from the retina burning sight.
"Blegh... Disgusting.." I growl before reaching my destination. The front door, a blood red. I dug my hand into my almost pitiless pockets, rummaging for something. In seconds I pulled out the new, silver key set father made for me. A spare though. I growl at how, now that I get spares when I was the only one WITH a set of keys. I drove the key in the knob's hole, and swung the door open, - a long swish coming from the door as it swept over the shag carpeting - and I stepped in.
"God... What is with the bright coloring?" I grumbled before deciding to take a personal tour of the house. I glided around a corner, quietly, and swiftly like a hunter or predator would when stalking the delicious morsel it so desperately craves to sink it's teeth in, but little did I know, I was entering the kitchen, and the wrong way might I add, but I soon found that out... The hard way.
My forehead knocked right into a hanging fry pan, making me stumble and fall flat on my ass. My vision blurred slightly, as, out of reaction, my hand found the place on my forehead. It came back slightly smeared with blood. I thought nothing of it when my vision cleared and stood up quickly. But, unfortunately, I portrayed the wrong thing to do. My vision swam in a blur of colors, than black and white as my father came through the door, dropping the boxes he held and ran towards me in time to see me collapse into the dark abyss of un-consciousness.
Chapter Two
I awoke, slightly groggy and let loose a small growl - a warning, for if my father was still trying pick me up or what not - to back the fuck away from me. As my vision cleared more and more with my iris's returning to their original size, thin sittings', I latched my hand onto a nearby chair - which I did not remember falling next to - and stood up, my legs a bit shaken from the collapse.
When completely recovering from the sudden experience, I searched the room - not living room might I add - that I was standing in. It looked like my old room; Big or small posters with my favorite bands, Slipknot, Dir En Grey, Megaherz, Killswitch Engage, Rammstein and a few others - half naked too - were hanging in place. But something was different... I looked around once more. My decapitated Barbie dolls were un-touched, as well as the black make-up on my dresser. I know, I know... This has to be a dream, especially since we're moved already, or it could be the multiple pictures of that faggot Fred Kruger killing me in a different manner in each picture that was embraced in frame holders and nailed to the wall.
"God... I swear if this is some gay ass joke my father is pulling, I'm going to not kill him, but torture him till he squeals like a pig." I grumble. "He knows I HATE Fred Kruger and his tacky attire. I mean come on! It's not Christmas 24 God damn 7! Wannabe needs some new clothing." I spoke to myself, my words seem to echo off the walls, hollowing my voice.
I scan the room once more, but no apparent exit. Just me and those annoying ass pictures.
"That's it!" I scream before tearing the Fred Kruger pictures down, slamming them to the floor, shattering the glass coverings and then stepping on them making sure the pictures inside the wooden frames were shredded by the shards of glass.
"Stupid, hillbilly, wanna be, child molesting fuck tart!" I scream again, but in frustration as every time I turned around another picture replaced the one I had destroyed. A deep chuckle tore me from my rampage of picture slaughtering.
"Never had a whack job quite like you before." That same, once chuckling voice said. I swung around to stare into the wood brown eyes of Fred Kruger himself, his iris' a tad lighter from the uproar of laughter from my previous actions. I opened my mouth and then closed it, like a fish, not knowing what to say or do. I stood frozen in my place. I was not afraid of the guy I was just currently ranting on and on about, but stunned. And puzzled as how in the hell is he standing there!
"Hmm..." I hummed, digging through my memories from when I last hacked into government and police filing back in Richmond, Virginia. I did read, SUPPOSIDELY, that Fred Kruger had somehow found a way back to "reality" if you want to call Dreams through fear of people. Mostly slutty teens and incompetent, snotty nosed kids. As I was pondering, I did not notice Mr. Kruger was still there. My eyes drifted back down out of my skull and forward, once more. Fred Kruger, STILL there, and tapping a clawed finger to his burnt, crispy, browned skin of his chin, grinning a nice yellowed set of choppers at me, his eyes slightly widened... I blinked wondering why. Why does he not kill me already? Why does he stand there like a fucking idiot? Why is he grinning? But, most importantly of all, why have I not attacked him yet? Hmmm... Now that IS the correct question.
"What to do with you?" Fred questioned absolutely no one. "You are my first in awhile, and I do not wish to spoil my Fun to quickly, now do I?" He asked, again, but apparently at me, also making sure to capitalize the F in fun.
"What the fuck are you asking me for, Crispy? And, well, I DO wish to spoil your fun, Mr. Crispers, for there shall not be no killings for you today." I shot back in a quite rude and nasty tone also mixing in his century of language to the mix, adding my personal favorite of all his nicknames to my ranting. I grinned at him, barring the set of sharpened canines I had developed growing up, knowing I had to of gotten to him, even just a little.
~ ~ ~ Freddy Kruger POV ~ ~ ~
I got that usual tingling sensation through my body when another 'victim' came into my world.
"Finally." I scoffed. "Time for Uncle Freddy to have some playtime with the new kiddy." speaking that to myself. You can't call me crazy, because that's already been taken by the Joker. You can't call me nuts, even though I have a pair. And you can't call me insane, even though I am a 3rd degree victim walking around in a Christmas based outfit, slaughtering pretty much anyone, mostly teens in their dreams.
Arriving at the so called location of my next victim, I heard screaming, ranting, glass breaking, downgrades of me, more glass breaking and... Wait! Hold up now! Whoever this person is, they're in for the surprise of their lives if they think they can get away with mockery in my name. Sliding my hand down the wall, a door appears and I walk in, leaning against a wall, watching the new dreamer in town. A small smile broke over my lips as I thought, 'Woah. She'd make any sociopathic father like me proud if she were their daughter.'
I watched a few more seconds, taking in the appearance of my soon to be dead game. It was a she obviously with the knockers she has, blond hair... Wait. I take that back. It kind of shines like a canary's yellow would, like gold. Her face was decorated with a lower lip ring, left eyebrow ring, which looked like a sliver ring slicing through a line of gold, a piercing under her eye, which made me raise my one eyebrow in curiosity, and a earring... Well kind of. It was on the inside though... How fucking weird teens are today. Shaking my head, I chuckle and stare forward at the Jane Joe before me, her stunned and planted figure erupting a few more chuckles from my lips.
~ ~ ~ Jesse's POV ~ ~ ~
I blinked at Fred Kruger, him still tapping his chin. NO reaction WHAT SO EVER! Well, his grin did falter and succumb to a neutral setting. "Bloody hell! That's it!" I screamed at him, and lunged forward, tackling him back into the wall where he was half way lent against.
With a "WHAM!" his back collided with the wall and I begun slamming my fists into his chest, but not for long. I felt a sharp pain rise through my body and up my chest. Allowing my hands to cease their mindless poundings, I look down, staring at the four clawed glove Fred Kruger always wore lodged into my lower stomach region. Blood was soaking into my black t-shirt and dribbling down his blades to form tiny droplets of crimson liquid to fall onto the floor beneath us. I heard a quick snicker come from Kruger's lips, or so I thought and glanced up. A sinister sneer was plastered on his face, not a thing wrong with it.
Before crumpling to the floor in sheer pain, bleeding out quickly, I heard Fred Kruger's voice, "Never mock what you can't kill. And never attack what you can not overwhelm." Then I slipped into, yet ANOTHER blackout.
Chapter Three
~ ~ ~ Fred Kruger's POV ~ ~ ~
With a sigh I wipe my blade onto the still un-known teen in front of me. "To bad I had to kill you quickly. I would have enjoyed my time with you."
Letting out a small, disappointed breath I turn around and begin to leave the room, but then I was slammed into the wall, my head banging against it first. I growled and jumped up after I slid to the floor, swinging around to see what had just fucking happened.
"What the fuck?"
~ ~ ~ Jesse's POV ~ ~ ~
"Not so fast Crispy!" I yelled in triumph into Fred's scowling face. "Ha! Thought I was dead, didn't you? Well, since this is my dream, and ONLY my dream, whether or not you're a Dream Master. It's STILL MINE!" I screamed again, but this time, Fred's face was contorted with slight confusion and bewilderment. Probably as to why I was still alive, and trying to comprehend my words through the insignificant space of his tiny mind.
Then, all of a sudden, the decor of the room started getting hot, and hotter till the posters around me begun to melt, as well as the paint. That same sneer appeared on Kruger's face.
"We'll see about that, Goldilocks." He chuckled, before disappearing. I blinked and the room started to change. The walls turning into a black space as a screeching sound rebounded through the space as pipes and lockers burst and slid out of the ground I was standing on. A pipe burst out of the floor beneath me, sending me flying into the air. And you know what the rule is, what goes up, MUST come down. I fell back down, like a torpedo would through water, but in air instead. I slammed into the steel floor below, my back taking the full impact.
"OW! Motherfucker!" I hollered, my voice slicing through the air above, coming back into my eardrums three times as effective in sound making me go deaf for a few seconds. I began to stand up, my ears ringing, my back aching like a bitch, and my stance a tad wobbly. "Come out you burnt fuck of a coward! Fight me like the MAN you SHOULD be!" I yelled into the area.
Nothing came back for the first few eerie minutes. Then... Then a scraping sound started to get louder and louder, more towards nails raking a chalkboard. I fell to my knees, my palms clamped tightly over my ears as they began to dribble blood in a slow driblets.
"What... Ow... You bastard! Stop it!" I squeezed through clenched teeth.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Such a vulgar mouth for a youth. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised. You ARE a teen. The most sinned, damned and disrespectful of all ages."
That same husky, deep voice came. The voice of that bastard. I could just tell he was laughing at my pain in his twisted head. "Oh, and I am a man. I just like to torment my prey." Kruger spoke again, but a darker laughter interrupting his slightly deep voice.
"Enough... I've had enough of this..." I got back up, almost slipping, and stood, slightly crooked.
"So, now you're going to try to play bad ass bitch, again, Jess?" Fred asked me.
"I shot my head up, my blue iris's widen alongside my pupils, and my mouth ajar.
"Ho... How do you know my name...?" I asked him, my voice stuttering somewhat. The blood finely dried at my ears, caking into a thin barrier of congealed blood in front of my ear drums, dimming my hearing.
"Heh." Was all Kruger said, yet another sneer curving into his flaking lips of burnt skin.
*What's with this man... Is that all he does is sneer...?* I asked myself mentally. I blinked at Freddy, trying to figure out what to do, but when I did, I gasped as he just disappeared. "What the hell..." I mutter. Then all too soon, I was grabbed, a pair of barely toned arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing like one would do as a Heimlich maneuver on a choking person.
"Ugh!" I groaned and was soon thrown to the floor, only to blink my vision clearly to the sight of Kruger bent over me, grinning, his yellowed teeth blotted with green patches of bacteria shining down at me.
"If this is your dream, Jesse, then stop me from doing this." And with those words, Freddy raked his claw over my stomach, seriating lines into my flesh as trickles of blood came from the fresh wounds. I yelped out in pain, holding most of what I wanted to do, like double over in pain back. Trying not to give in. To not please the sadistic freak over me. I stared down at the wounds, thinking heal, heal! And with a miracle they did.
"Damn it!" Freddy growled. "Fine. Looks like you have some control." Then he bent over more and clamped his teeth onto my lower lip, biting into it, slicing the flesh of my lip apart so blood spilled out over his. I didn't worry about the pain there for all I could do was concentrate on the stench of Freddy's breath. Roasted garlic, rotting flesh and burnt tires was the formula to his breath.
I became dizzy and my cheeks betrayed me like the bastards they were, flashing a yellowish green indicating my arrival of sickness. I heard Kruger laugh at me through his still clenched teeth. He released my lip and stood up straight, still laughing a little.
That was my chance. I fought my sickness and up righted my foot -which had steel toed boots on at the time, so yay me - lodged it into his groin, twisting my foot a little here and there so it dug further into Freddy's crotch. Freddy let out a howl of pain and bent forwards. That gave me a second chance, so I kicked him, again, but this time, in his head, his brown hat taking some of the blow, knocking Freddy over and onto his ass. I stood up, my dizziness over and done with, and stepped forward to slam my foot onto Freddy, but he grabbed my foot and pulled. I went down like a cut tree, and yelped on the way down. With that, Kruger crawled over me, and pinned me down, snarling into my face like a rabid dog. But before anything else could happen, I woke up.
When I woke, my breath was fast, speedy fast as I heard a rapid beeping coming from the side of. Then there was a slamming door, and yelling.
"Get her down!" one voice said.
"Hold her! We need to clam her!" Another bellowed.
"Get some morphine and new bandages! She's bleeding again!" Yet another voice said. All voices I did not recognize, then there was sting. And out I went. Drifting into a-fucking-nother pitch blackout.
Chapter Four
I woke again, but this time, I laid in a field of Black roses that smelled of Vanilla.
"Mmmm... Maybe this time I won't run into Crispers. Hopefully." I mumble and get up. My stomach was healed, and I was no longer nauseated. I grinned at how my luck was looking up. My body twitched and that's when I noticed my lips stinging. I licked them and tasted metallic sweetness.
"Shit!" I hissed knowing that the bite mark Freddy gave me was still there. "Well, I guess something had to stay the same... Okay... Let me check. Since it's no longer a boiler room, that must mean Freddy isn't here... Or he could be hiding. Damn it!"
I said to myself, snorting the last part.
I began running through the field of Black roses and jumped here and there, or sometimes skidding a few feet, scuffing my shoes, and up-rooting the roses. I tapped my chin, thinking he HAS to be here... Or... Or maybe he really isn't he this one dream. If truly, that I am alone, I better start planning. I mean, NO ONE gets away with attacking me, AND biting my lip, then lives to tell the tale.
"So..."
*How should we start?* My conscious finished my sentence. I growled at her... It, whatever, but no. She continued.
*How about you set a trap? Like pretend you're still injured from last time when, and if he shows up, and beat his ass to death.* I made this face at her commendation - -_-'
"No. Too simple..." I responded. "Damn it! Go away! I can't believe I'm talking to my mind. Jesus, Mary and fucking Joseph." and with that, my sub-conscious shut up. After pacing myself two feet into the soil beneath me, I decided to go with my mind's plan and to relax for a bit. I thought of how I missed games and with a flash of bright, yellowish light, a huge screen TV. appeared in front of me, and all my games next to their systems.
"Sweeeeeet." I finally say after a pause of silence and few slow blinks of understanding. "Well, if that can happen, then maybe this can." I whispered and thought of old china in the era of where Genghis Khan took it over. With another flash, Genghis stood in front of me, with a black, choke collar and in the thin, animal skin clothing of his time.
Meanwhile -
~ ~ ~ Freddy's POV ~ ~ ~
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed into the air and slashed my claws along the nearby wall. Of course, being in my realm, the wall sliced open and began to spew blood. A sort of congealed and dark crimson red. It spurted and squirted droplets or thin sprays as I just stared at it, my face still contorted with anger. I flexed my hands and clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth. "How could I let her get away like that?' I yelled at myself.
"Great... Now she's going to tell everybody and start on that hypnocil shit like every other teen in this pathetic excuse for a small town." I growled and let my fists clench together, but my four bladed glove stopping my left hand from completely closing. I eased down a bit, trying to think of some way to get to this chick again. I know her name and most of her past, but her mind is different. It's confused and it seems like she's always contradicting herself. So this is going to be tricky to outsmart her. I already fell for her tricks once, and I will not let it happen again.
Grabbing my scuffled, brown hat off my head and wave it of dust, I remembered how she reacted to how I bit her. She hated it a lot, but I saw what she was really thinking. She enjoys pain no matter how much she denies... At least I think she does. I wasn't really paying attention in the fight much, just concentrating on killing the tramp at the time. "Hmm..." I hummed, tapping a claw on my head then replacing the hat on its former place. I grin widely knowing exactly what I was going to do the next time I met up with Jesse, or Goldilocks as I called her.
~ ~ ~ Jesse's POV ~ ~ ~
I panted heavily, and lifted the 50lb axe over my shoulder again, blood slowly dripping from the sharp edge and onto the once, dark green coloring of grass now stained in several shades of blood red. I stared down at Genghis, his mutilated body spread here and there. An arm was torn to shreds to my left as his guts or intestines laid sprawled in front of me. His head was in two... Somewhere. I laughed for the fifth time.
"Let's do someone else this time, but who?" And as I asked that out loud, I answered it just as quick. My dad, but before I could think of him to do have my "fun", the area around me blurred and turned into spaces of white till it was one vastness of the color, then I began to fade. I woke up in a cold sweat, my muscles sore, but no severe pain. My eyes frantically darted around the room for surveillance. I hated not knowing where the hell I was. When I fully focused, I noticed completely white rooms and knew exactly where I was now. The hospital. It was why my dream turned all white.
I sat there for a few seconds, sitting up, my stomach bending and before I could think of anything, a man in a white coat entered through a door and shut it with a soft click. He, as I recognized since he had no lumps on his chest, stared down at a clipboard with a few pieces of paper clipped to it, a pen in his right hand. He was scribbling something down, and while he was doing so, I looked him up and down to see what he really look liked. I couldn't see his eyes, but his hair was a black. A shade of black that had sheen to it, like a Raven's coat of feathers. He had broad shoulders, and looked about 6,3 in height. He seemed sort of built as well... At least his arms did, or whatever part that was not covered by the white coat he wore.
"Hello there Jesse." The man said, his voice sounded slightly horse, like he was forcing his words out of his mouth.
"Hello. Who the fuck are you? And why am I in a damn hospital?" I asked stupidly, knowing full well why, well kind of, my voice coated in an angry venom. I raised an eyebrow at him as he started to chuckle.
"Your father told me about your mouth, temper, and personality. I thought he was kiddi-" and before he could finish, I interrupted with "I. Do. Not. Give. A. Fuck. I. Will. Not. Repeat. Myself."
I spoke, slowly and sternly so he understood my words, temper, and mood at the time.
"Well, well, well. Alright then. My name is Dr. Ellipse. I've been your doctor since yesterday afternoon. From when you hit your head and knocked yourself out. You would have been awake last night, but, we had to put you back to sleep, in order to stabilize your vitals. They were going off the charts in your slight coma. You looked like you were fighting and screaming at someone in your sleep. And kept saying Crispy..." Dr. Ellipse said, as I now know him as, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Since you do not wish for tom foolery, I will get to the absolute points. Your fine, in health wise. But we're recommending you to take these pills." Dr. Ellipse spoke, rummaging through his pockets and retrieving a medium sized bottle that was white with a blue label. He set the bottle down on a push able food tray next to me before continuing.
"This will help you sleep without your... Um... Night horrors."
*He must be talking about my dream. Oh, and you can say that again, but they won't be for long. Heh.*
"Also, I was wondering who Crispy is?"
The doctor questioned me, his eyebrow raising again.
I looked at him, and I could see his eyes now. They looked like a forest green that has been set ablaze. Like a forest fire was going on behind his eyes. And his face was clean, smooth and sharp. Kind of like a business man. But then again, I suppose doctors were supposed to be clean. Since they work around patients and all.
"Oh. Just an old dog. He's dead now and all. I killed him. I say on accident, others believe otherwise. He was like my stress toy, you know?" I finally spoke up, my voice clear and direct, my lie un-traceable.
The doctor didn't even flinch.
"Ah. I know. I had a lot of stress and anger when I was your age, Jesse." Dr. Ellipse responded.
"But I did not end up killing a pet because of it. I managed to keep it at bay. But... As for you, I'm going to have to order you a prescription of pills for your stress and some anger management." he continued.
"Been there. Done that." I yawned at him. 'When can I go?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.
"You can leave right after you change and your father signs you out," the kind doctor answered my question.
"All right. Then out so I can do so." And with that, Dr. Ellipse scuttled out of the room, his clip board in hand.
I was surprised he didn't snap at me for my rudeness.
~ ~ ~ ~ Forward ~ ~ ~ ~
I stepped into my room, the last door to the left. The walls were already done in black. My bed was set up with its matching satin violet bed sheets, pillows, and comforter. My killer plushies laid sprawled across its surface. My pictures and posters were hung and desk set up. T.V., games and computer were in their place. Looks like my idiotic dad learned something after all. He was the only that could have set up my room to my exact liking. I scooted my plushies aside, and kicked my boots off, throwing them into the nearby wall and laying down. I stared up at the bottle of meds the doctor gave me.
"Pills? I don't need any fucking pills." I spat and tossed them across the room without a care.
My body was slightly sore, but I had no damage what so ever. I turned my head on the bed, my golden like hair tussling together and splattered like a random painting this way and that.
I let out a grateful sigh to be alone in my new room, but frowned and then grinned knowing I had to set my plot of revenge into action tonight. So I moved more onto the bed and closed my already heavy eyelids. I started to hum Bella's Lullaby by Yuriyuma that my mom sang to me when I was younger, and began to drift into sleep.
Chapter Five
I fell asleep, the sort of vibrant colors of my room dimming to a foggy white that had blurred red and black behind it. I realized, blinking my eyes to clear my vision that I had fallen asleep and I was back in the boiler room, like I wanted to be. Now, all I need to do is set the plan into motion and get Crispy to fall for it. Now, where would he be, and how would I do this? Then all of sudden, his voice came out of nowhere, snapping me from my thoughts.
All I heard was, "Jesse... Jesse this way..." And I couldn't help it. I followed, forgetting about my plan, just wanting to see crispy and tear him limb from limb for what he's done to me so far. My sneakers squeaked in the small puddles of water built up from the foggy steam. I was surprised there was any since the boiler room was so damn hot, just like a sauna. As I kept running, the steam got thicker and thicker, my vision being impaired, so I had to slow down. The squeaking from my sneakers softened at my now walking pace, and I turned endless corners it seemed.
Finally I turned another one, but it was dead end. I cursed under my breath, still hearing Crispy's voice, now closer and I looked around, wondering if he was going to just pop up like per usual. I focused to my left when a rush of air whizzed over my ear that was hotter than the steam, and a deep laughter. There was now a door to my left, the door a bright, crimson red, and the door knob a dull, silver metal. I bravely touched the metal knob finding it ice cold, my simple touch pushing the door open. It opened, swishing on black carpet it seemed as I stepped into the room. The door banged against metal as it reached a stop and I stepped in more, seeing a huge bed in the middle of a medium sized room. The walls were black with red lining, and violet drapes covering every other section.
*This is so fucking weird...* I thought to myself. At that moment, the door that was a few feet behind me, slammed shut and I realized that I was at the bed. I must've walked to it while examining the room. I looked around a few more times, and decided that this was a waste of my fucking time and went for the door. This time when I reached for the knob, it was fiery hot, like charcoal from a recent campfire, and I hissed in pain, retracting my hand.
"What the hell?"" I growled and stepped back, forgetting about the bed, and hitting the top of hit with my mid-back. I ended up falling back onto the huge bed with a soft plop, blowing on my scorched hand. I will so get this punk bastard for this. I looked around again, scooting back onto the bed, the only place I had to go since I was trapped in this damn room I stupidly allowed myself to be lured to. As I scooted back, I didn't realize that pair of legs was spread around me, laded in loose, baggy jeans that were blue.
When I finally realized that I was encircled by two, powerful legs when they squeezed around me a few seconds later, I heard his voice. Crispy's voice right on my ear, his voice deep as usual, but huskier. I swallowed, getting a hold of my fear, because clearly, plans have gone astray, I'm trapped between the fucker's legs I wanted to murder violently, and I couldn't do anything buy punch him. What use that did last time when he stabbed me in the gut with his clawed glove. I looked up not to see the burnt complexion of the usual Fred Kruger, but his human side, that a little more handsome. He still had the pale, white skin of his, and the big nose, as well as the brown eyes, but his face was fuller.
His chin was squared, cheeks more prominent, and he still had that damn, leather brown hat on. I looked lower and so a slightly hairy chest of his mid-forties body, but beneath that was lean muscle. There were no abs, but you could tell with some more workouts, there could be a four pack easily. The skin was also the pale white, his hips visible as the curved into the baggy jeans he wore. Crispy's deep chuckle snapped me out of my exploring and my eyes instantly went to his face. You couldn't see se mashed, brown hair until he took off his hat, which he did. Freddy tosses it to the sound and smirked.
"Thought you'd like this side of me. My human form before I was burned alive." Freddy grinned ear to ear. "He's the deal. I'm going to fuck you as payment for what you did to me, and the more you scream, the more I'll just fuck you, and possibly carve you up in the process." Crispy finished, my mouth hanging wide open. I was supposed to fucking kill him, but instead I was trapped between his legs, and he was going to fucking rape me. What the fucking fuck? I swallowed and blinked, snapping out of my stunned state.
"Like hell you will!" I snapped, and punched the fucker in his face, trying to get out of his leg hold, but to no avail. I was bent over, kind of like if a person got on all fours to do it doggie style and looked back. Crispy didn't even flinch, or make a sound. He was just staring at me, his eyes transfixed on mine in a malicious glare as he lifted his arms. The left still had his infamous weapon of brown leather with deadly, knife like fingers on the tips of the gloves fingers. He smirked at me, realizing my position, and chuckled, his eyes losing that glare they had.
Freddy smirked after he stopped chuckling, and held me tighter in his legs. I gasped at the pressure then felt a hard erection pressed to my ass and looked back again. I saw Kruger pressed up against my black, jeaned ass, his own blue ones riding his hips. He smirked wider and spoke in that usual, deep tone of his.
"Now how did you know this was favorite position Jesse?" Crispy waggled his brows at me and stripped me of my belt and pants, pushing them to my knees, my lacy, black thong visible. "Mmm... Victoria Secret lingerie. Another sweet guess." Freddy chuckled and unbuttoned his pants oh, so slowly, doing the same pace with his zipper. I whimpered, wondering how my plan went too far astray, and licked my lips, that distant taste of metallic still on my lips, apparently the bite mark had not healed.
"Get off me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, forgetting that this was a "dream" and no one could help me. I struggled but my hands were pinned above me, pushing my face into the soft bed beneath me, half of my face now hidden. I could barely wiggle now as Freddy ripped my thong from my body, tearing the fabric easily, and then I felt nothing but his hard erecting pressed up against my ass, skin to bare skin. I tried struggling more, but again, useless. I was just pressed into the bed more.
My eyes widened as Freddy laughed out loud, shoving him into my dry opening without any hesitation. I was too tight and nowhere near damp, and I screamed in pain. No, I was not a virgin, bit still, this fucking hurt with no prep, plus I didn't want it. Especially not from the fucker behind riding me like a dog no matter what form he is in. I winced as he pushed further into me till his length hit my cervix wall and I screamed again, and he pulled out, repeating this several times, my scream dimming as the pain subsided into a dim pleasure.
My body shuddered now with each thrust, it enjoying the slow, but rough fuck no matter how much my mind screamed for it to not enjoy this. My mouth was half parted, eyes slightly closed as Crispy removed his hand from my wrists, a bruise clearly formed on the tender flesh. I clutched at the sheets now as he continued, his pace picking up, small noises being ripped from my throat. I grasped at the sheets quicker, moaning, and not caring anymore about Freddy being the one fucking me since my body was at that point. The point where the orgasm was so near, so the body is greedy and cares for no one, just wanting the sweet release.
I gasped for breath, moans escaping me faster than I could breathe as my body became a twitching, writhing wave of pleasure when my orgasm hit and shook me. I heard Crispy groan out "fuuuuck" as he thrusted again, intensifying my orgasm, making my body erupt into another one. I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sweet pleasure running up my spine, bowing that, and then up my front, making that collapse. My face fell into the mattress as Freddy continues thrusting into my now wet, dripping warmth, his shaft throbbing, and then his hit. His orgasm hit him, tearing my name from his throat, his hands clasped on my hips tightly now.
I was brought again, my orgasm fueled by his hot seed spilling into me and I cried out, my nails seeking something to carve my pleasure into, and found soft sheets and cushioned bed, shredding it like a irritated animal. I laid back down, my chest and face laying on the bed, ass in the air, prompted up like a sacrifice as Freddy was laid back , further up on the bed, his panting changing into a dry, horse laughter. I frowned angrily at this, and before I could muster my strength up, my legs feeling like liquefied jelly, I awoke in the Hum V me and my "father" was driving to Springhill to. I looked around, eyes searching, a scowl on my face about to pound someone's fucking face in, and I saw my 'father's" wide eyes staring at me, his voice coming out in a stutter.
"We're h-h-here Jesse..." He swallowed down his voice as I looked around, the place I examined a few days ago right outside the Hum V.
"No fucking way... That was just a dream...?" I blinked, clearly confused, my "father" deciding to ignore me and get unpacked from the moving trailer, then I saw it. On the blood red door of our new house was, "More than Just a Dream Goldilocks".