Ch. 31
After a bit, all of us were asleep. I got off the ground, used to the procedure by now. Michael just got up and looked around, silently surveying the place for the first time. Jason, having been here only once before, stiffened and clutched onto the hilt of his machete, his eyes shining with what looked like silent fear.
Freddy, the old one, got up, and murmured, "Oh, so that's what it's like to come out from the other end."
He straightened his hat, and looked at each of us for one second each before turning around and looking at his place.
But the calmness I perceived changed rapidly, when the scene changed from the old Freddy's boiler room to the 2010 one's boiler room.
I stiffened, and brandished my claws instinctively. The old Freddy smiled, only a little, and said, "Good, but don't get too antsy too soon."
The new Freddy attacked him, clean out of thin air, as soon as he said that.
They rolled on the floor, punching and stabbing each other.
Michael, Jason, and I just looked on, knowing that we were here just to help the old Freddy if he needed it, and not to participate in the actual fight.
But the new Freddy quickly got the upper hand, and rolled over the old one. He caught him by the throat, and threatened to stab him.
"For an older version of me, you sure are slow.", he said, chuckling.
Then the old Freddy disappeared out from underneath him completely.
Where'd he go?, I wondered.
The new Freddy calmly looked around, looking mainly upward, also searching for him.
I closed my eyes, (not knowing if the new Freddy would attack me if I did so or not), and blocked out all the noise again, searching for my…friend, of sorts.
But I couldn't hear him!
I snapped my eyes open, and moaned, "Freddy, where are you?"