Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 23 Ŵåķë Ũp

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Y/n gasps as she is now in a pitch black room, no a void. Nothing is visible except for the small ripples in the water below her feet which also show a tint of darkness.

Y/n's of course has the same pigment it always has had since the beginning of time.

She looks at her clothes and realize that her pajamas aren't at all the ones Will had given her but instead she wears a white nightgown smothered in dirt and mud.

Confused, she decided the best thing to do in this situation is to walk around to see if there was anything or anyone else in this void she was in.

Y/n could understand that she was having a lucid dream due to how she was doing anything her heart and mind was telling her to do.

Y/n felt a cold air blow in her direction, her mind telling that outside of this dream the blankets must've been pulled off of her body, leaving her in the cold.

She looked down at the ripples that her bare feet were making, not understanding why now she is having a dream of pitch black but also wondering why she's having a lucid dream.

It hit her that maybe Freddy was playing a prank on her, the idea cause Y/n to giggle. She's been able to catch on to Freddy's behavior, understanding that he must've been worried so tried to give Y/n a chuckle tonight.

"Freddy? Oh Freddy~? Freddy I've caught on already you can't fool me anymore!" Y/n giggled yet was greeted by the same sound. Silence.

Y/n raised her arms only for them to slap down by her sides once more in annoyance. "Freddy you can cut the bullshit! I'm not falling for it again!" Y/n now was shouting. Yet she was still greeted by silence.

Suddenly a loud scream was heard from behind her, no, from everywhere. Every corner was filled with that loud ear piercing scream. Y/n covered her ears and closed her eyes as she felt a tear roll down her cheek.

She opened her eyes only to find herself in that room, that same unfaithful night where those bad men raped her.

She covered her mouth as she saw the horrifying sight in front of her.

5 year old Y/n was on the floor being pulled by one of the men who had killed her momma, her underwear was pulled down to her ankles as she was whipped by a leather belt from the man's pants.

The little girl saw Y/n and extended her arm towards her, tears streaming down her cheeks as her eyes were bloodshot.

"HELP ME!" The little girl cried out, only for a voice to be heard behind her.

"Yes Y/n, help her." Y/n snapped her head to look at the person who was talking directly behind her.

Her father

Y/n gritted her teeth at the sight of his younger, sinister face.

"Fuck you!" Y/n ignored the fact that her deceased father was standing directly behind her, and instead placed her full attention on the little girl pleading in front of her.

As Y/n desperately flailed her arm for Y/n to grab onto she was pulled back ever so slightly, the man having them thrusted into the 5 year old.