Ch. 27
The old one thrust the edges into the new Freddy's face, and the new one screamed, backing up. The old Freddy stepped over me, thrusting the edges of his blades into the new one's face; the only reason his wrist didn't hurt at that unnatural angle was because he was dead, and we were in his world (or, at least, a version of it).
Then the new Freddy grabbed the old one's wrist, and yanked the blades out. His face was back to its old, burned self already, and he chuckled darkly.
"Ah, so you're her champion, eh?", the new Freddy asked, referring back to the old days of fighting in medieval times.
"…I guess, yeah.", the old one replied, yanking his wrist free, and crouching. "But you're not much of a fighter, are you? All talk and no fight, I guess."
I knew what my Freddy was doing: he was goading the new one into fighting so to either give me time to escape/wake up or to really defeat this unwanted visitor for good.
It worked.
The new one growled and brandished his claws; the old one did the same. The new one attacked, jumping on top of the old one, ripping and slashing as he did so. The old one dug his claws into the new one's side, and the new one screamed.
My Freddy ended up with his back to the floor, and rolled over so that he had the upper hand (no pun intended). He dug his index and middle fingers into the new one's eyes, one each respectively, mimicking what I'd done to him earlier.
The new one seemed to choke, and then kept quiet, and motionless.
My Freddy got up, wiped his claws on his pants and started to pace around the small bedroom. I stayed motionless, knowing that the fight might not be over yet.
I was right. The "dead" Freddy disappeared, and reappeared right behind me. I could feel his breath on my ear, as he said, "You can kill, but you can't fight. Pity."
The old one was frozen with anger and fear, glaring at the new one.
I could feel his arm snake around me, and I flinched. He snorted in response, and drew back his arm with the glove hand, to strike me.