Slow Burn - {FREDEDDY} - FHS ENGLISH

6 - [𝙀𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙔]

𝙚𝙢·𝙥𝙖·𝙩𝙝𝙮 /ˈ𝙚𝙢𝙥ə𝙏𝙃ē/ 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

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Fred felt a scream rip itself from his sore throat as he shot up from the floor. He felt sticky and hot all over, a certain dampness attached itself to him. He couldn't seem to see anything. Everything was black. Pure total black. The walls, the floors, it was all the same. But the coal haired shadow wasn't closing his eyes, they were bloodshot— wide open. They were open and working but he still saw nothing but black. And that's when he realized where he was. He was on his side of the mirror, but a much more distorted version.

At least in his pitiful excuse for a home light streamed through the other side of the mirror. The place felt airy, breathable. The world he found himself in was so cold it made him shiver, but hot enough to make him want to undress. He felt wet, like the floor was covered in some goop of sorts. Like he was sloshing around in water. Fred allowed himself to rise to his knees, using his hands to bring himself to his feet. He stood on two shaky legs. He didn't know what to do from there. What was he even supposed to do?

Try to find a way out?

Cry out for help?

Cry out for Freddy's help?

"FREDDY!" He'd screamed out, his voice sore and aching.

"FREDDDYYY!! Freddy where are you!!" Fred had always hated to be alone.

He'd spent his entire life by Freddy's side. He couldn't imagine being separated from him for long. He needed Freddy. As much as he needed oxygen to breathe. Without him the coal haired boy couldn't help but feel anxious and scared.

He was scared.

"FREDDY PLEASE!!" He had started to run.

Fred ignored the feeling of something sticking to him as he continued to cry out for Freddy. He ignored the weighted feeling on his legs. He was terrified. It was dark and Freddy wasn't by his side. Freddy wasn't with him.

"FREDDY! FREDDY! Please— FREDDY WHERE ARE YOU!" He was running still yet, ignoring the burning sensation in his lungs. He choose to ignore the fact that it got harder and harder to move.

"F-FREDDY!" He was starting to tear up now too, his pitch black eyes were being clouded by tears.

"F-Freddy please you can't just leave me here again! FREDDY! Freddy where are you!" His sprint had drastically slowed down, he felt heavy all of the sudden.

"F-Fredddyyyyyy.." he was still trying to run. He was acting like a caged animal.

"FRE—" he couldn't finish his sentence as he felt himself trip and fall. He was on the floor now.

He looked down to his legs, trying to see what made him trip. Only to let out a horrified noise in response. They were covered in a black sludge. He reached out to touch it, frightened as the sludge ate at his hand, forcing him to stay in place. His hand and legs were trapped. He couldn't move anymore. Fred felt tears leak out from his eyes.

He was frightened, where the hell was Freddy??? HE NEEDED FREDDY!

"FREDDY PLEASE!" Fred felt his voice shake and strain "FREDDY! Please show some empathy!" The shadow allowed himself to look down.

He placed his other hand on the ground, startled at the sensation of something surrounding his arm, yet not finding reason to move. Freddy would have been his reason.

He felt that familiar warm sensation on his face, and the unpleasant choking feeling in his throat. His salty tears tasted bitter as they flowed down his face into his mouth. And mocking as they freely fell down onto his hands. They were free.. yet he wasn't. He felt pathetic, glued down by what he could only assume was the matter he himself was made of. Fred's voice was cracking and sore, but he couldn't help but cry out.

"F-Freddy... where are you?... I.. n-need you." Fred would've slapped his gray hands against his mouth if he could.

He needed Freddy.