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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Fun

(Night 125)

Freddy had left his own stark, burning dreamscape for something a little different. Long before Ash had curled up in her bed, he was stretching fiery fingers out into the cesspool of dreamers below, and he had soon found the thoughts of the boy who had her on his brain.

He was looking for entertainment tonight.

It was easy to identify the asshole. In the runt's drifting thoughts, he imagined having his way with Ash, brutally—"teaching her a lesson," so to speak. Putting the fear of man back into her pretty, wide eyes. The things he imagined, even half-conscious, were enough that Freddy had no doubt they would have stripped a normal girl of her cool composure, her sarcastic wit.

Fortunately, Freddy thought smugly, Ash was far from normal.

Of course, a boy who imagined destroying a girl from the inside out was not necessarily a boy who would actually do so, even if the opportunity presented itself. Still, as Freddy had once asked Ash: had he ever required justification for murder? His burnt lips twisted into a vicious smile. He was looking forward to a thoroughly—

amusing—

evening.

Besides, the things that fucker was picturing in his head were almost as graphically disturbing as the nightmares Freddy himself crafted. It grated on the dream demon's nerves: that this insignificant little puke was imagining a montage of such obscene things to do to his bitch.

If anyone was going to do any of those things to Ash Kindwall, it would be him.

And the truth of the matter—the crux of it, wouldn't you know—was that this shithead had the means to actually hurt her. For real. She might not be afraid of him, but unlike Freddy, this little piglet had tangibility on his side.

"Fucker," Freddy hissed as the boy fell into a deeper sleep. The demon grinned, held his breath, and dove in after him.

Oh yes—there would be entertainment tonight.

Little Boy Blue come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow the cow's in the corn.
But where's the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack fast asleep.

Will you wake him? No, not I—
For if I do, he's sure to cry.

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This drabble is dedicated to A-Creature-of-Darkness for the prompt, "Fun."

It is 326 words long, and not quite as—well, fun—as I had expected. Not to worry: the pleasure that Freddy is so enthusiastically anticipating is coming up in the next drabble. This one ended up being more about the preparation of the main event, which wasn't what I had intended, but it was what the writing monsters demanded. I still like it, though, and I hope you do, too.

The next installment will be a double-post, and it will bring Fearless to a close.

And I hope you do, Creature-of-Darkness! Thanks so much for the prompt…it was certainly "fun" to write, if nothing else!