𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 || 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿

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ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍʷᵒᵒᵈ ˢˡᵃˢʰᵉʳ
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❝ and where do you think you're going, pretty boy? ❞, his voice rings in your ears as you staggered around the unfamiliar place, feeling nauseous

you were just relaxing a few minutes ago and now you're running away from your father

you let out a heavy sigh and carried on running, reaching carelessly into your back pocket to grasp your phone

in the humidity, it felt lovely to have the cold, metal block against your hand

❝ i asked you a fucking question, son ❞, he spat, reaching for your wrist

you winced at the iron grip and faced him—who had a wicked smile on his face—and snatched your arm back

he scoffed, hands raised high and with a head-turning slap, you stumbled to the ground

❝ you better respect me or i'll cut that tongue of yours and feed it to the bitch ❞

❝ the fuck did you say, asshole? you have no right to call my mother that! ❞, you say, glaring at him

a bitter laugh falls through the room or wherever you are and you hated the sound

you hated him

❝ oh you're so fun to tease—can't believe you fell for it, boy ❞

you furrowed your brows and looked up only to be met with burn-scarred face with a fedora hanging loosely on his head and ripped red and green stripped sweater hung loosely on his upper body

the one thing that stood out the most other than his face was the knife-fingered glove. this was freddy krueger, the fucking asshole who ripped your favourite ac/dc shirt

❝ you're quite a runner aren't you? ❞, your skin covers with goosebumps from his smirk

your hand holding your opposite arm in a shallow attempt to protect yourself and maintained eye contact

❝ what do you want from me? ❞

❝ you intrigued me, amigo ❞

a chair appeared behind him, his feet resting on your crouched figure. he chuckled at your distasteful expression, ❝ i enjoy watching people run before killing but you—i've noticed you've been keeping yourself busy with three killers living under the same roof with you ❞

a look of disbelief crossed your face and your face twitched at the thought of him stalking you, ❝ how'd you kno—forget it.. ❞

freddy bites back a snicker and get comfortable on the chair, legs still laying on top of your back, ❝ where's my offer? ❞

❝ pardon? ❞

he rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, appearing behind you. you remained quiet when his gloved-knives came in contact with your backside

❝ i'm a little disheartened you didn't bother asking me a place to settle down ❞, he mocked a false pout, lips threatening to curl up

❝ well i didn't think you'd existed until now—so i'm so sorry ❞, you said, sarcastically and grunted at the feeling of something sharp, dragging across your back up to your neck

❝ —i'll let that apology slide but now that you know i'm real—does the offer still stand, amigo? ❞

❝ maybe if you get your hands off my neck like a pervert then i'll consider it ❞