Identity V On Crack (COMPLETED)

Ask (@Whitecrystal346) + Lucky x Freddy

PART 1 - Ask

Lucky: BUTTERFLIES ARE THE SCARIEST FUCKING THINGS IN THE WORLD THEY ARE SO FUCKING CREEPY-

Kreacher: Lucky boi, bees are scarier.

Freddy: Are you kidding me?! Spiders are the most terrifying!

Violetta: *sweatdrop*

Kreacher: Uh, no! Bees are crazy scary!

Lucky: Kreacher, without bees, we wouldn't be able to survive! Butterflies can go burn in hell!

Freddy: Great point Lucky, but butterflies are harmless!

Kreacher: Says you! Spiders eat mosquitos and flies and you still hate them?!

Freddy: I'M FUCKING HORRIFIED BY THEM!

Lucky: I FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT BUTTERFLIES!

Kreacher: I'LL BE DAMNED IF YOU GUYS THINK IT'S DIFFERENT FOR ME WITH BEES!

Freddy, Lucky and Kreacher: *screaming and arguing*

Me: SHUT UP!

Room: *goes silent*

Me: Thank you! Now Lucky, can you please give me a reason why you hate butterflies?

Lucky: Because it feels so weird when they're on you and they look like they're one of the kinds of things that look harmless but are evil on the inside.

Servais: You mean like Hyla?

Lucky: Exactly like Hyla!

Me: Okay, I'm offended, but whatever. Here's your story, Whitecrystal346!

Lucky: What story?

Me: Um... Goodbye!

Me: *quickly jumps to the Lucky x Freddy universe*

Orpheus: Hey, I woke up late. What happened?

Kevin: Shut up Orpheus, nobody gives a shit about you.

Orpheus: What the fuck did I ever do to you to make you this moody?

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PART 2 - Story

A/N - I can't write about Freddy going through all that. I'm sorry, I just don't have the language, creativity and heart to do so. But... I can still write the crying. Oh dear god...

Freddy's P.O.V

I-is it over?

Finally.

My body hurts all over.

Why did Lucky do that?

Call me those... things...

I guess it's just a thing.

W-whatever, it doesn't matter. As long as it makes him happy.

I feel tears building up in my eyes. It shouldn't have hurt this much, but it did. I know that Lucky didn't mean all those things he said, but for some reason it still pierces my emotions and confidence.

Soon enough, the tears were rolling down my face freely and I was full on sobbing.

Lucky suddenly turns around and looks at me with what seems to be concern in his eyes.

"Freddy? Are you okay? Are you... crying?"

I weakly nod in response to his question.

"Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? We have the safe word for a reason, Freddy!" Lucky exclaimed.

"N-no, you didn't hurt me. I just, just... I-it's nothing, it's stupid." I mumble, attempting to turn around, but Lucky grabs my arm and forces me to face him.

"No, it's not. If it anything I do hurts you in any way, I want to know. I don't like seeing cry, okay?" He softly says.

"O-okay," I reply. "I, well... I don't like it when you call me those, um, things."

Lucky's eyes soften from his stern face previously formed and pulled me into a hug.

"There, that wasn't so hard to say, was it? I won't do it again, not if it makes you upset. I promise." He whispers into my ear.

We then proceed to cuddle for quite a while until we were interrupted by a loud rapping on the door.

"YO, YOU TWO HAVEN'T PLAYED A MATCH SINCE FOREVER! MY DAD'S GONNA GO BONKERS IF YOU GUYS DON'T PLAY A MATCH NOW!"

I look at Lucky and he looks at me.

We start giggling uncontrollably at the sudden outburst.

"STOP GIGGLING! I'M SERIOUS, I'M NOT GETTING GROUNDED AND YOU GUYS AREN'T GOING TO HELL PERMANENTLY! At least not today. ANYWAY, PICK AN OUTFIT AND GET OUT HERE! YOU'VE GOT FIVE MINUTES!"

Stomping footsteps could be heard growing fainter outside the room.

"So... Are you going to wear your maid costume?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"No, why do you ask?" Lucky asks back in response, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk.

"H-hey! I was actually curious!" I shouted back in my defense.

Lucky chuckles at my exclamation. "Calm down, I'm going to dress up as Souichi. And you?"

"I'm going to wear my black suit."

We share one more hug before changing into our respective outfits.

"Lakeside Village, and so the match begins!" Hyla shouts.

I smile to myself.

And so it all goes back to normal.