Slow Burn - {FREDEDDY} - FHS ENGLISH

4 - [𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿]

𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 /𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥/ 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗
𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳.

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Fred felt dread build up in the pit of his tummy. He felt it weigh down inside of him. Like he'd swallowed lead balls and let them settle. But that wasn't all that seemed intent on keeping him down.

Fear. Guilt. Regret. Remorse. And dread.

Fred felt terrible for stealing the control from Freddy, and he dreaded the idea of what was to come after the brunette finally stole back control. Fred always hated confrontation, but things were different with Freddy. Anytime Fred stole control it was almost like Freddy would become a different person with him. His eyes would glow bright with furry, his voice going as low as it possibly could. Freddy's posture would become stiff, his friendly aura completely disappearing. He'd seem to loose all his patience with Fred, not caring as his shadow counter part cried out an apology like it was gospel.

Freddy hated loosing control.

And that's probably why Fred was so scared right now— because he'd stolen the body for over 3 days. And on top of that he'd nearly killed both himself and Freddy with how reckless he was. He didn't sleep, he never touched any food, drinking water was practically out of the question, and he didn't even know how to take off the cap to Freddy's anxiety meds— he couldn't even shower properly or change his clothes! He was completely clueless as to how to take care of his human body. He felt terrible physically and mentally.

He regretted not knowing how to open up Freddy's pill bottle. Freddy took his anxiety pill 2 times a day— Fred had gone 3 days without this dosage. He felt tense and scared— sometimes he seemed to forget that they *both* needed the medication to function. And his incapability to shower and change just made him feel sticky, damp, and all around gross. He desperately needed Freddy's help, but he was too scared to ask for it. Freddy was furious with him, his constant commentary told him such. And despite that Fred **STILL** held control!!

He didn't even know HOW!!! He was weak, physically and mentally. And Freddy was— well— nothing short of livid! How hasn't his anger over powered Fred's??? Fred wanted to think about it some more, but him tripping over a branch sent him spiraling back into reality.

"A-Ah! Shit..." He held his knee, confused at the sight of red that he was greeted with.

"W-What? Ah..hah..." Fred dry heaved, gasping for air, "What.. is...th.....thi..s" Freddy popped into Fred's field of vision suddenly.

The brunette let out a scoff.

"It's blood." Freddy face palmed at the sight of Fred's confused face.

"Blood? You know? It's what humans have running through them? Not that you'd know that.." The shadow tried to hide the hurt look on his face.

"It's best we just.. sit. Still. And try to rest some. Someone will notice we're gone, they'll come looking for us eventually." Now it was Fred's turn to scoff.

"I don't n-need rest—" Fred had shot up suddenly, startling Freddy.

Fred had begun to walk away. He was determined to get out of this. Maybe if he did something useful his punishment for taking control wouldn't be that bad?