—"Dare fucking accepted!"—
As (Y/N) exclaimed that, she instantly breaks through the bed covers holding her down like they're nothing but fake spiderwebs, and launches at the demon.
The burned man launched at her with no hesitation neither, already swiping his gloved hand across the air.
(Y/N) miraculously was quicker than Freddy and his razors only damaged her shoulder instead of face or throat. The female hissed at the pain, feeling blood already peek through her fresh cuts that were definitely deeper than the last ones. But the pain did little to scare her, quite the opposite, it only fueled her anger as adrenaline stroke and rapidly tuned down the stinging sensation.
The duo struggles, resembling two rabid cats attempting to bite into each other's throat. Surprisingly, Freddy didn't appear as strong as he was before, which seemed to frustrate the demon since now he had to really try to keep (Y/N) under control.
The female was doing everything she could to hurt the demon, trying to get to his throat or punch his face, she even bit him a couple more times!
Unfortunately for (Y/N), angry or not, she's very much human and getting tired is guaranteed, even in the dream world. Freddy knew about this little weakness of hers, and soon began to take great advantage of it.
—"Aw, the lil' kid is tired already?"— he says with a hint of pity in his already mocking tone. —"I remembered you tougher. Do I have to bring up your dead daddy to make you fight for real?"—
The girl grits her teeth, oh he's pulling her strings again.
—"No seriously. You're just like that retarded hokey mask punk, always sad and crying for his mommy."— he mentions the last with disgust. —"What's wrong with you two and the fucking grief? Just get over it for fuck's sake."—
He's getting to you, (Y/N). Control yourself, breathe.
—"Am I? I think I'm just saying things the way they are. Being all sad and whiny won't bring your father from his grave, it won't undo the fact you failed him and his desires. He basically gave his life for your future..."— he eyes your form, a grin forming on his face. —"A future you managed to fuck up and end up like a total hoo-ha whose only family is some ugly-ass cat..."—
Don't listen (Y/N), hang on...
—"Fucking pathetic... Isn't it?"—
Don't.
—"...Kitten."—
That nickname, that fucking nickname was the straw that broke the camel's back. (Y/N) lauches forward, hand tightly clutched in a fist and ready to punch that stupid face of his. But the second she made contact with the demon, the whole room shattered like glass and suddenly she's at the edge of a tall building.
Her eyes wide as she recognizes the building to be hers, and to her mistfortune there is nothing to get a hold of to stop her from falling.
But her body stops at the very edge as something gets a hold at the back of her pijamas, leaving her helplessly hanging at the mercy of her savior.
The girl slowly turns her head to see who prevented her from falling, and her blood goes cold when she sees that cruel grin again.
—"Would you look at that, the cat got herself caught instead."— he cooks, his grip around your pijamas loosening a bit. —"I wonder if your anger will save your ass this time. Wanna test it out?"—
(Y/N) couldn't even speak, all she could do is let out choked panicked breaths as she remains as still as possible. The cold autumn wind caresses her skin roughly, deafening her ears and chilling her body to the bones. Whatever she's experiencing right now, doesn't feel like a dream at much as before, she can actually feel the gravity pull her down greedily, wanting her to fall right to her demise.
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Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N), a 22 y/o girl who has her life more or less figured out. She works as an illustrator, lives alone in a apartment in Manhattan with her cat... Y'know, a pretty average life. But despite such normality, her life was about to change in a...
