Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Freddy Krueger x reader (part 6)

(I am sorry for such a long pause, but I couldn't not think of a story for the life of me...)

It felt fucking imposible. Friday. After school. You're standing in the middle of your room with a cup of hot coffee, rethinking your life choices while slowly blacking out. Your eyes slid to your soft, nice, clean bed...It looked as if it was singing for you to come closer and lie down. God...you need that one little nap. A few seconds of closing your eyes without falling asleep...This is true torture. You were now, heavily thinking about sleep. Let's...Let's try to distract you...You walked over to your desk, sipping your coffee and began sketching. You had to sketch while standing up, because sitting down is too risky. You could fail and fall asleep. Of course you sketched Freddy again. He became like a normal thing to sketch by now. You had a lot of sketches with him. Like already about three books kind of a lot. This black one had the best ones, your favorites. After you got bored with sketching you looked to your bed. Surely sitting up straight on it wouldn't kill you...or in this case, put you to sleep. You took the book and walked over to your bed, sitting on it. Soooooft...You sipped your coffee, putting your leg next to you and fliped through the sketchbook. You took one last sip of the disgusting drink and put it on your nightstand.

This sit soon became uncomfortable and so you pushed yourself back, laying down on your back. Come on, noone can fall asleep on their back right? Well at least you couldn't. You flipped through your book after your found a drawing of Freddy laying on his side "Draw me like one of your french girls..." You chuckled quietly to yourself at his pose. You turned to your side, putting the book next to you, making it look like as if the sketch was right next to you, alive...it made your giggle a little. That new posicion was a mistake though... Your body gave up. It couldn't keep this shit up. Your eyelids dropped and your extermities gave up. You fell limp into the darkness and slept. God it felt good...(I'm writing this at 2:41 so I feel the characters pain...) You were in the dreamless dark for a bit untill you woke up to distant...music? Music and warmness. To be fully honest, a part of you wanted to loose. That part which was always curious. Curious what would happen if you'd loose.

The good old, yellow boiler room soon colored out to you. You never knew you'd be happy to feel this
dust-filled place again...You calmly breathed in and out before opening your eyes. You saw about what you expected. Pipes, steam, ashes, music-
Music? Why music... there was never music in theese nightmares. Yeah, it sounded like some...jazz or something from those times. I mean it doesn't sound bad, kinda catchy not gonna lie. It made this place a lot more less scary and awkwardly quiet. You decided to get up and get this over with. You walked through the halls before you came up into a bigger room. It looked like a tiny storage area. Shelves held items of all kinds, papers, boxes, metal, useless items...There were some lockers here as well, acompanied with a table at the wall. Next to the table was an old gramophone that blared the nice songs. And at the table? You already knew. Freddy sat in an old, burned chair, legs on the table and sharp fingers fliping through a black book. His back was to you so he eighter didn't notice that you were here or he just wanted to play again.

"Well...You got me here..." You said, crossing your arms and making your lips shrink into a pencil thin line. Freds head bent backwards looking at who's talking to him. His expression changed from a disgusted and annoyed to a pleased and happy almost instantly. He seemed to be glad you're here...yay...
"Well look who failed!" Fred started happily while his legs slid of the table, his body turning to you.
"Yeah yeah I messed up, no need to rub it in my face Krueger." You hated loosing...But you didn't really mind it this time...
"Come on kitty don't be like that to me..." He got up from his chair, leaving the book open behind and walked towards you slowly, with the groove of the music following him.
"Why did I even start this stupid bet..." You frowned at him. Of course you were a happy that you failed...at least you get to see him.
"I'm hurt." Fred said sarcasticaly as he made a fake sad expression and put his hands on his no longer beating heart. He then proceeded to teleport out of your view rather quickly. You looked around, panicking a little bit, thinking where he went untill...Your elbows were softly grabbed by him from behind.
"It's not that bad here. You don't need to eat, drink...sleep...only with me" His hands slid to your wrists and parted your crossed arms. He interwined his fingers with yours and pushed his torso onto you.
"Shut it Krueger..." You tried to sound annoyed, but a hint of fluster poured out of your voice. It's ridiculous, but whatever he was on, was working. "You and I both know that you don't like loosing...You fell asleep on purpouse didn't you? You want this..." He said, burying his face into your shoulder as he started to to turn you in slight circles with his hips. "I want you to know that I'm more than glad you decided to go for that decision..." His hands squeezed yours a bit more
"You're a marshmallow Fred..." You said, slight amusement in your voice. He had a soft spot for you..
"I have my moments yeah..."
"Hmm...And what about the other times?" You asked, sounding a bit flirty
"Other times?" He pushed his face off your shoulder, hovering over it a little before licking it with that slizzy disgusting tongue of his...Why does that feel good? "Other times I get a little...personal."

"Maybe you'd wanna test it.." The demon said as he slowly turned you around and kissed you once again. His ash tasting, shit talking mouth would never bore you...maybe this coma wouldn't be so bad...

1096 words
This sucked.