As the quiet sound of music slowly began to fade, the needle of the record would fall silently to the side. At this point, the young slasher had pretty much finished. She had been sitting quietly at the edge of her snow-white bed, blood drippings and stains covering her pearly whites. She had been so violent--putting that glove back to its formal glory. Falon was so full of anger that she was careless with the needle. Maybe she would go through with it.
But, the thing is... She /had/ told her mother that she loved him more than her; More than anything. Poor Falon. She was so confused and tired, she just wanted his comfort. But with each passing day, her hope and self-esteem had lowered. Leaving her to think that she was becoming forgotten. Less important.
Maybe she was.
As a cold breath escaped the girl's lips, she would stand up lazily, like she hadn't had a care in the world. Between all the mess and hassle, Freddy was standing in the doorway; The tips of his steel talons tapping on the door. How did he find her...? This was like--the most hidden part of the boiler room she could find. But then again, it was his territory.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a low, growly tone.
"Me? Well, Lil' Falon, this is my building; Therefore, I do what I want."
"I have important matters to tend to, Freddy. And /you/, would never fuckin' understand."
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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...
