You huff in annoyance as you wander around the endless maze of a creepy boiler room. It feels as if you've been wandering for hours though in reality it's likely only been a few minutes. There's been a creepy song playing for a bit now, some children singing with numbers or whatever. You're certain you're dreaming but it's obviously not your typical dream. Whoever this Freddy guy is that the children are singing about is likely the one behind all of it.
"Dude, just come out already! I'm getting bored!" You call out to him, looking around to see if the person fucking with your dream will appear. Your call is met with silence which makes you roll your eyes. Apparently he's taking his time doing whatever it is he's supposed to be doing.
Freddy, on the other hand, is struggling to come up with a good way to scare you. When he first pulled you into his boiler room in the dream world, he was expecting to be met with the usual- fear and confusion. Instead he was met with annoyance and boredom. Reading your thoughts wasn't helping much either since he can't grasp a single thing you're scared of. Typical things that usually scare people seem to not phase you- heights, monsters, darkness, anything really. It's like you can't feel fear.
He's tried numerous things at this point, trying to scare you but nothing has worked. Giant spider ready to eat you? You just stare at it with a blank face. Childhood bullies taunting and harassing you? You literally laughed in their faces! Making you stand on a ledge hovering over a dark abyss? You fucking jumped! He's tried everything at this point yet nothing has phased you. There's only one thing left- himself.
The sound of metal scraping against metal can be heard as Freddy walks through the halls, dragging the blades of his glove across the pipes. You raise a brow at the sound, turning around to search for what's causing it. His shadow appears first, stretching across the walls in the red glow of the boiler room lights. You suppose it's a way to appear menacing to his targets but to you it just seems unnecessary. Why drag it out, you know?
"Has the dream demon finally come out to play?" You taunt, smirking as you watch him appear around the corner. While you've never heard Freddy's name before now, you have heard of a supposed 'dream demon' killing people as they sleep though it took a minute for it to click. And it seems that you're his next target.
"You're not going to enjoy this game, bitch!" Freddy's voice seems to echo everywhere though you remain unflinching.
"Oh really? What game is it? Tag but when you catch me you kill me? Or maybe hide and seek but if you find me you kill me. Whatever you pick I'm sure it ends in my oh so unfortunate death." You tilt your head as you squint your eyes, playfully taunting him.
He growls as he charges towards you, slamming you against the wall as he holds his glove up, a single blade pressing against your cheek. He half expects your brave little act to finally but instead he's met with you scoffing as you literally push your face further against the blade until it pierces your skin. Blood drips from the wound yet you seem completely unbothered by it. "Why don't you fear anything?!" He snaps, pulling the blade from your cheek as he angrily slashes at the wall next to your head.
You scoff once again, rolling your eyes. "Hard to be afraid of things when you can't feel anything."
"The fuck are you talking about?" Freddy dips into your mind once again, searching for something other than your fears. He soon finds what you're talking about- congenital insensitivity to pain, basically meaning that your pain sensing nerves aren't properly connected to the part of your brain that feels the pain signals.
"Get it now? If I can't feel the pain then why fear it? At this point death would be a blessing."
Freddy pulls away, examining you with a scrutinizing gaze. Considering you're in your pajamas, he can see countless scars littering your body likely from self infliction or other methods such as accidents or abuse. He's never met anyone like you before and he's unsure how to feel about it. He brought you here to torment you before killing you, yet you already look dead from how dull and lifeless your eyes seem. Now that he's thinking about it, perhaps you weren't running from anything he threw at you because you were actually hoping they'd kill you. Hoping to end your misery.
"I'm not going to kill you." He decides, making you raise a questioning brow at him. "There's no fun in killing someone who wants it."
He waves his hand, making the injury on your cheek disappear though you can't tell. "So what? You're just going to leave me alone and let me wake up?"
He taps a blade against his chin before turning to you with a sinister smile. "I'm definitely not leaving someone as interesting as you alone. I think you'd be quite useful, actually. Maybe lure people into a false sense of security before I kill them. Maybe give me more ideas on how to scare my victims. I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together. Until then, try not to die, bitch."
You wake up right after that, quite disappointed. Your one chance at death is instead going to use you as an accomplice in other people's deaths. You don't exactly have a choice, either. You can't go anywhere or tell anyone. Ever since you first tried ending things you've been stuck in a psychiatric facility where you can't possibly harm yourself. You're very rarely let out of your room and when you are you have at least two nurses watching you at all times. And telling them about the dream demon would only lead to more therapy and some time in a padded room.
Maybe death isn't your only escape. Maybe your dreams with Freddy can be your escape from reality, though you still won't feel anything. At least it's a way to entertain yourself even if you have to help him kill others.
