the return to freddys: retold

chapter 11

Lynda stood over the stove making dinner, jackson was at a freinds house, so her and grön had the house all to themselves, or atleast, when grön came home. He usually wasnt this late, but lynda assumed he stayed behind to do some more work.

She heard the front door open, and from there she made a mad dash to the room to make herself look presentable. She slowly crept out to the living room to meet grön, but she didnt expect what she saw. Grön had tears running down his face, and a look of horror. Lynda tilted her head slightly, "whats wrong honey?.." she asked slowly.

Grön procceeded to collapse to his knees, and hug lynda as close as he could, loud weeping occured during this. Lynda was shocked for a moment before hugging grön to give him comfort. What had happened at work? He was never usually like this! Grön looked up at lynda slowly, his body shaking slightly.

"Lynda..." he said steadily, trying to not cry more. "...I killed a man...."

Meanwhile, vincent returned to his home, he was still shaken up about today, ofcourse he was, he had never seen somebody brutally murdered like that, it was...
A newer experience to say the least.

He heard a knock at his door as he was taking his shirt off, which startled him slightly. He gran to the door and reached for the knife still in his pocket. He opened the door slightly, nothing there. Mustve been some fuckin kid he said to himself, before shutting the door. He streched a moment, before shaking his head.

He already opened the door, might as well eh? He grabbed his trash, which was overflowing, and went to take it out. He went down the stairs of his apartment, and out the back door to the dumpsters. It was darker out, so vincent wanted to get this done as fast as he could. All of a sudden, he fas forced back and onto the ground by somebody, two large muscular men, one mexican and the other white. They grinned slightly as vincent scrampled to his feet, and took out his knife.

"Back the fuck up!" He said, threatening them with his blade. A familiar voice rang out from the darkness. "Thats going to help you?" Said alison as he walked out. He was wearing a white shirt with a vest this time, not the usual red trenchcoat. He was holding a large crowbar, and had a wide grin.

"Vinny, you of all people should know to shiver in your fuckin boots at the sight of me. Remember what i did to your brother william?" Vincent bared his teeth at alison, however inside he was absolutely terrified of the sight he saw. Alison snapped his fingers, and vincent received a fist across the jaw, putting him on the floor spitting blood. Alison chuckled, and raised the crowbar before bringing it down against vincent, causing a wail to escape him.

"Stop acting tough pussy" alison said, glee in his voice. "You want to be tough, but i can see your just like your brother, your fuckin weak, but i dont care, the strong survive and the weak die.." he struck vincent multiple other times with the crowbar, some with the blunt end, some with the other, leaving bruises, and large cuts all over him.

"You wanted to act like a badass earlier right? ACT LIKE ONE NOW" alison ended his assault with a kick to vincents face, seemingly putting the man down. Alison laughed slowly, "the fact you thought you could move here and get a new life is funny...
Seeya vinny"

With that, alison and the men left, leaving vincent for dead back near the dumpster, because thats all vincent was to alison.
Garbage...