Title: Fearless
Rating: M for Language, Violence, Grotesquerie, and General Trippiness
Summary: A girl suffers trauma to her temporal lobe. The result: no fear. ~ Uh, I guess you don't have to squint for romance anymore. 1000 words per drabble.
Disclaimer & Important Notes: Don't own Freddy; don't own the rhymes. You know the drill.
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Freedom
(Night 106)
"They really are stupid, huh?" Ash mused, and Freddy watched her warily from the corner of his eye.
"Who, bitch?"
"The kids who tried to kill you last time."
His eyelid twitched. He looked at her directly. "Those stories are still going around?" There was a kind of gleeful anticipation etched into his scars.
"Mm," she said noncommittally.
"They were stupid," he corrected then, sounding smug. "I got rid of 'em in the end, you know. In the end, all the piggies come back to Freddy."
She tilted her head at him. "I can tell what you're thinking, you know," she said disapprovingly. "Just because the stories are out there doesn't mean they'll dream you back."
"Give the doll a prize," he mocked. "Besides, you're dreaming of me."
She looked perplexed. "Because you're interesting," she said, like it mattered. He snorted.
"Why are you calling 'em stupid, anyway?" he asked, still sounding overly pleased with himself. "Not that you're wrong," he added, his mangled lips twisting into a grin.
"They dragged you into the real world to kill you," she said dryly. "Clearly, killing you there the first time didn't work."
His smile faded. "You trying to think of ways to kill me, bitch?"
She looked vaguely pleased. "You know, you never call me a piggy. I think I'm proud of that fact."
He bared his teeth and feinted a lunge toward her, but of course she never flinched. By the time she was able to acknowledge the potential danger, his play was over. "Answer the question, cunt," he spat nastily.
When she only smiled mysteriously, his eye twitched again, but then she said, "No. I'm sorry. I thought we'd already established the fact that I wouldn't try to kill you."
He was disgruntled. To say that she was not, that she would not, well—
"Good," he hissed, "because I will get out of here. Once those kids start dreaming of me, and I get some tasty little souls." And suddenly, with a flicker, he was in front of her, his cheek pressed so close to hers that she could feel the latent fire singeing her skin. She sucked in a breath, and smelled metal and gunfire. "And when I get out—when I get just a liiiiiittle more power—the first thing I'll do is come after you." She could feel his lips brushing her ear, and they burned. His voice was low and gravelly. "I'm gonna getcha."
Three blind mice, three blind mice-
See how they run, see how they run?
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?
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This drabble is 409 words long. It's dedicated to me for my self-prompt, "Freedom," because Freddy Wants Out.
I kinda dig the last paragraph, to be totally honest. It has triggered an idea for a future drabble based on the prompt I got from Elf-Warrior-13, "Fake," which I am using as a concept-inspiration. I love it when two prompts come together in orgasmic bliss.
I'm, uh, currently working on yet another NOES oneshot, which I may or may not post. I don't know what's wrong with me...I'm an avid reader of about a hundred fandoms ('cause I have no life) but I don't usually post to a fandom more than once (the only other exception being X-men, which was really just like one big snowball rolling down a hill rather than separate stories). I mean, I get like a dozen ideas but I never follow-through because, well, I have commitment issues. And writing installments over a long period of time is even more rare for me. The drabbles have been fine because they're so short, but this will be three different pieces in the NOES fandom, which-if you had asked me two months ago-I would have said I'd probably never write for. Never say never, I guess. At any rate, when it comes out, it'll probably be called Waking Freddy Krueger, which is a little lame but it's what the monsters told me to title it. It's less "romantic" (we need another word to describe this genre, I think...something that combines lust, friendship, and more-than-friendship but isn't "romance" 'cause let's face it, Freddy is not the long-walks-on-the-beach type), and there's less direct interaction, but there's a healthy (or unhealthy) dose of morbid fascination, indirect seduction, and implied sexual tension. Also, a lot of random faux-scientific philosophizing. In short, it's more brain-fuckery.
Maybe I just keep writing for this fandom because I enjoy brain-fuckery. I mean, you can't really "mess up" if you're writing doesn't make sense when 90% of it takes place in a DREAM, right? Those never make sense. And hey look, I'm rambling. The end.
P.S. Three Blind Mice is a scary-ass nursery rhyme.