Ralph Kimmons was feeling just fine, thank you very much. He had just had a great piece of ass, and he was about to get stoned. Ralph knew he had hit the jackpot when he opened up the slut-woman's purse and found all those drugs. He gave the slut-woman the potent looking stuff in the needle and kept the speed for himself. Raph hated needles and would never mainline a drug to save his life, but he loved to tweak on pills. After Ralph made the slut-woman shoot the drug into her vein he took three of the pills for himself. Ralph chewed on the pills, liking the bitter taste they left in his mouth as the dissolved. Feeling even better now, though Ralph and he told the woman so.
"Woo, ole' Ralph feels just fine. He wants another piece of your ass now though, sweetheart." he said with excitement. The pills were already kicking in, and he could feel a head change. The slut-woman was sweating and looked almost excited now.
"Take off your clothes, sweetheart. Let Ralph show you a good time", he said. She obeyed silently this time and began stripping for him slowly. He liked this slut-woman alot better when she was flying, oh yes he did. Shame he had to kill her. Sadly, Ralph was never a patient man. He ripped of his pants and slid his t-shirt off of his corpulent form and advanced towards the slut-woman again. Time to play, slut. Time to play with Ralph. As he walked towards her Ralph began feeling very dizzy, and said in confusion, "What the fuck was those?" He stumbled forward and collapsed on the bed asleep.
Ralph woke up just a moment later, glad that he hadn't stayed out too long. He must have taken too much speed and gotten lightheaded. To slutwoman was still on the bed, completely naked now. Ralph was glad that she hadn't stopped stripping just because he fell.
"You excited, sweetheart?" he asked.
The slut-woman nodded and licked her lips. Ralph liked this whore. He knew she was getting into this now. The slut woman started rubbing herself, saliva dripping out of her mouth onto her body.
"Do you like this, Ralphie?" she asked silkily.
"Yeah, baby. I like that." he said simply. Ralph started touching himself too, working himself into excitement. The slut-woman stopped rubbing her cunt and started crawling towards him over the bed. She looked up at him and grasped his cock in her hand. She began to work in back in forth in her hand and brought her lips to it's head. Ralph shuddered in delight as she closed her lips around it, her mouth hot and delicious on his shaft. His eyes closed and he looked up towards the ceiling as she feasted on his flesh. He was in heaven, he thought to himself. He heard the slut-woman moaning as she took his length into her mouth again and again.
"Do you like this, Ralphie?" she asked again. He replied without opening his eyes.
"Fuck, yes baby."
"Do you like me, Ralphie?
"Uh-hmm" he said again, feeling feverish.
"Do you love me, Ralphie?"
"Yes, oh god. Yes." he said again. And then the slut-womans voiced changed. It changed into the voice that was the voice of all hatred in Ralph Kimmons small world. It was the voice of his mother. Ralph looked down terrified, and saw his mother working on his dick. Her rotten flesh stinking up the room and her bloody head bobbing viciously. His mother stopped that awful work and looked up at him with her empty sockets and leered. Ralph felt his dick shrivel in her hands. Ralph threw himself against the wall and away from his dead mother. His dick burned like fire. Ralph looked at it for a terrible moment and saw that it was covered with maggots. He screamed again and tried to beat them off of himself.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" he shouted, and the maggots reacted by burying themselves in his flesh. Blood began pouring from his member as the maggots ate his flesh.
What did your Mama tell you about this Ralphie?" his mother asked him."Didn't your mama tell you not to diddle little girls?"
"Yes, mama. Yes. I'm sorry mama." he sobbed, "I'm sorry for everything."
"Your not sorry, Ralphie. Your lying to your mama again, Ralphie. Liars go to hell, Ralphie. Don't you know that?" the corpse said.
"You killed your mama, Ralphie. Then you fucked me. You diddled your own poor ma, Ralphie." she accused him, "What is the Lord gonna think of you now?"
"I'm sorry, mama. I didn't mean to hurt you then. I never wanted to hurt you." and he sobbed again, the blood from his half eaten penis pooling on the floor beneath him.
"But you did, didn't you." she said again. Ralph simply cried. He wept because he had been a bad boy. He hurt so bad inside that he almost forgot the maggots on his dick. Then his mama started laughing, her usual old laugh at first, but it quickly changed into a deep, raspy thing. Ralph looked up towards his mama, but she was gone. The thing in its place was worse. It was the thing of his nightmares. The thing of all Springwood's nightmares. And then Ralph understood.
"Fuck you, Krueger!" Ralph screamed, "You can't fucking hurt me you goddamn freak. I take my..." and he stopped.
Oh fuck, he thought I didn't take it tonight...I wasn't planning on sleeping. Oh fuck, Oh fuck! and he was growing frantic now. Ralph finally understood the gravity of his situation.
"Too late, Ralphie" Krueger growled, "Youv'e done enough fucking lately."
"I'm not afraid of you, you fucking burnt freak!"
"Don't lie, Ralphie" he said and for a moment his mother flashed before him,"Don't want to go to hell, do ya?" Krueger lept off the bed and flashed his razored glove at Ralph.
"Sooner or later, you all forget to take your medicine." he told Ralph.
"Don't hurt me! I can give you someone else!" Ralph pleaded. "That slut! You can have her!"
Freddy paused and brought a blade to his chin. He considered this for a moment.
"She doesn't know me, Ralphie. I can't touch her." Krueger's awful green eyes lit up. "So many people don't know me, Ralphie. But we're gonna change that." he said.
"Yes, yes! I can help you!" Ralph interjected.
"I know you can, Ralphie. I know you can." he laughed coldy. Ralph's eyes grew large as Krueger walked towards him.
Elle watched the fat fucking monster with a sick sort of joy. She had never seen anyone react to Rufenol like this. He was crying in the corner now, and blood was dripping from his hands where he had been clawing at his awful dick. She didn't know whether to call the cops or kill him. She was high, she knew, and her judgement was impaired. She watched the scene play itself out, swearing at times she heard another man's voice. Other times she almost saw someone else. She caught a glimpse of a man in a dirty christmas sweater, then it faded. She was royally fucked up and she was glad for it.
Suddenly Ralph screamed "Yes, yes! I can help you!" Elle looked on with drug addled amusement.
"Fuck you, you fat sonavbitch! I hope you like those fucking pills you took! I hope you fucking choke on them!" Elle spat towards them, feeling oddly excited.
"It's okay, now. Everything is gonna be okay now, Elle." said a deep voice beside her. She must be fucked up, she didn't hear anyone enter the room. She turned her head to look and was shocked by the man she saw. It was the man in the dirty red and green sweater. He was holding a dirty brown fedora in his right hand and he smelled faintly of smoke. The man's skin was fair and his eye were a beautiful green. He smiled at her, with slightly crooked white teeth.