Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Freddy Krueger x reader (part 5)

You tried getting at lot of sleep on weekend while you were at the hospital, but the constant thoughts of Fred wouldn't leave you alone. Here and there you'd have a nice dream about him. It was obviously a fake thing your brain has thought out for you. It didn't feel real as Freds nightmares. But it was... nice. You also had a lot of time to think your plan through. Your own will to stay awake would hold for one day. Coffee, energy drinks and pills could keep you awake for about three more days. But what about then? Maybe going in this deal wasn't such a great idea...What if you actualy fail and end up with him all alone in the dream realm? What would he do...would he actualy decide that he's had enough of you and kill you? He wouldn't...would he? You've been tugged out of your rest by a door knock and soon an open.

You opened up your eyes, looking at the clock. Annoyed, you found out It's still weekend. In walked two of the detectives that the doctor spoke about. "Good day Ms. (Y/L/N)" said the visibly larger detective as he sat in the chair. "My name is detective Jonson and there at the door is my parter sergant Troy" (you know I had to do it to 'em)

They asked you some basic questions, like: Did you kids do any drugs? Have any idea who could have done it? Do you have any enemies? You of course tried answering truly, but knowing that the killer was a dead, burned demon that was just in your nightmares made it dificult. They obviously wouldn't belive you and maybe they'd compare you to Nancy. It made you feel bitter, thinking on how poor Max's soul wouldn't rest as noone is ever going to catch the killer. Noone could do anything. God...This is so unfair...When the officers were done asking you questions they wished you to get well soon and left the room. As soon as they did so, you turned to your side and tried to sleep again.

You managed to play with the room's clock so it would wake you up with an alarm exactly at midnight. It didn't fail. You woke up to your dark, blue room. This was gonna be boring... You reached for the remote and turned the TV on. Soundless cartoons can only keep you entertained for so long though...You looked around your room very often, to see if maybe you can find something to play with or just...let you do anything. You turned your head to the fedora at the white table and picked it up. You inspected it for quite some time, looking at the skillfully crafted stitches that were now burned off and the inside of the fedora. This wasn't some cheap off brand. After the moment of inspection, you decided to put it on. As you turned it in your hand, a lot of dust and ashes poured out, making you sneeze. As you did so, you could promise you heard a cackle...that dick is watching you again. You put the fedora in your head and almost imidiately felt a...a feeling. It was like...Well it was pretty undescribable but it...It was like looking in Freddy's eyes. That's what it is. That freezing yet warm, comfortable feeling. It made you smile very little again. You hated to admit it, but you kinda liked Fred. He's an ass don't get me wrong. He killed your bloody friend after all. But he still somehow made you fall for him. By now you relized that you were sitting on your bed, smiling wildly with a fedora on your head. "Ya not gonna win dis kitten cuz am yur burned nuggetmare" you mocked Freddy by imitating his voice, giving yourself a little giggle afterwards

The waiting for morning was horrible. It took so long, and thinking that you'll have to wait out an entire week like this was killing you. You were genuenly thinking of getting a tiny nap but no! No way you'll let that burned sausage win! The days passed and you were eventualy droped from the hospital back home. You finnaly relized what Nancy was on with her coffee adiction in her room. You soon started doing the same and went to shops just so you could get some
anti-sleep pills. You even tried the tactique of listening to Justin Biebers "baby" on 10 hour loop, loudly playing in your earbuds. None of this shit could work in school though...coffee and energy drinks were banned just like phones and taking pills in front of the class crackheads wasn't a good idea. This, was one of those days. Thursday already and you felt like falling asleep big time. Literature class was the absolute killer for this. The teacher wouldn't even give out any freaking work. She'd just stand in front of the class and kept on talking. Talking...such boring talk...such a slow voice...You put your head on your crossed arms and kept on looking at her. Your eyelids were so heavy...So heaVY NO! YOU WON'T GIVE UP! You lifted your head up quickly and shook it from side to side. But...This can't go on. You lifted your hand up to ask the teacher "Miss Jara, may I go to the bathroom?" You asked, hoping she'd let you. Jara was thankfuly merciful and let you go. You walked out the classroom and after you exited, you rushed to the bathrooms. You washed your face a couple of times, stared in the sink and thought on how you're gonna survive this.

"You know there is a way kitten..."
You suddenly heard that deep voice in front on you. Your head imidiately bolted up, looking at the mirror. There wasn't your normal looking face. It was Fred the ass. He was leaning on the sink just like you were but...You were him. It's hard to explain what's your brain is on right now. "Am I asleep?" You asked, worrying a little that you failed.
"Not yet, bags for eyes, but you could don't you think?" He chuckled a bit at his new nickname for you.
"Like hell I'll fall asleep you burnt potato." You taunted, scrunching your nose and stepping back. He did the same step back and started again
"Oh come on kitty it's lonely here..." He begged a little, making your heart jump. "Y-yeah, I'm going to class. See you never burned potato~" You broke out of your...impure... thoughts, wiggled your fingers at him in a goodbye, which he did too and left to the classroom. This...Is going to be hard...

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