Freddy Kruger X reader

Memories

(Sorry it took forever)

*~*dream~*~

I was standing in the park, near my house, it was a really hot an sunny day, but there was a small breeze sweeping through and lightly rustling the grass.

I turned to look around and noticed that the play equipment was different, it was the old equipment they use to have since i were a little girl, once you turned 11 they changed it and remodeled it.

You looked at the old wooden play "castle" the memory of the dreadful splinters.

I soon heard a child laughing, and you turned towards the semi rusty swings, there swinging was a little girl...she looked just like you when you were little...she even was wearing the pretty pink dress you use to adore as a child.

Behind her was a man smiling bright and pushing her on the swing, he wore a green and red sweater similar to the one Freddy wore every time you saw him in the boiler room.

The little girl smiled and laughed at the joke the man was saying, she seemed to be having a lot of fun, maybe it's her father?

You scanned the park a little bit more and you noticed there were no other people, just the little girl and the man.

They seemed so happy together as if no one could tear there happiness apart, the air even seemed so happy.

Soon a really cold breeze whipped across my skin and the sky turned black, I started backing up getting a bad feeling about this, and every thing started to melt and rot.

Soon every thing around me began to change and the next thing I know I'm in my house,  it looked like how it use to when I was a little girl! Soon start I started to hear thumping from up stairs and A little girl laughing.

"(Y/n)! Stop running down the stairs you might get hurt?"
You looked shocked, 't-that was my mother and that was m-my name?' I shot in the kitchen to see little me sitting happily eating the breakfast my father had mad, and that's when little me looked up at the tv witch was playing the news.

"Freddy Kruger body found dead in bowler room," little me then jumped up from her sit shocked and she started to shack and he mother ran over to her and held her tight, as she started to cry, "m-mommy w-w-what do they m-mean! F-Freddy f-Freddy can't b-be dead!" She just keep crying in her mothers shoulder, and that's when it hit me, 'this is really fully me this is a-a memory'