Lies, Lies, Lies!
All of this has been one big-fucking-lie.
Oh, Falon was gonna find Michael--for sure. But after all the shit she's been through, there's nothing like sweet revenge. She had spent hours and hours, breathlessly crying through never-ending nights. Falon had almost smelt the repulsive stench of rotting corpses in her room; she had been around them long enough. Now, what was she going to do...?
Back and forth, ...back and forth, Falon had paced with pure stress. The bladed malady quickly erupted into a risen growl. She felt the calming sensation of sadism take over as she focused her eyes on the glove. The bladed glove she had taken off, and rested on the bed... Surely enough, she plopped herself down on the bed and grabbed the glove, as well as a needle-n'-string and sharpening board.
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♫♪ I need to kill you.
That's the only only way to get you out of my head.
Oh,
I need to kill you;
To silence all the sweet- little- things, you said.
I really wanna kill you;
Wipe you off the face of My Earth. ♪♫
(Dead to Me, Melanie Martinez)
An old record player played quietly in the background.
Falon had been quietly stitching up the wore materials on her glove, the needle and string hung down between her blood-covered lips. On the sharpening board, she began to steadily sharpen the tips of her beloved blades.
The thing is: Was she really going to go through with it?
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Freddy Krueger's Little Nightmare
FanfictionFalon Krueger; the new girl in Springwood. Since the age of three, Falon has suffered the mental illness of Psychosis. She wasn't one to be noticed, she'd rather it be only Freddy. But at some point, Falon found out about a fire. Freddy was gone, an...
