Beautiful Nightmare

"My Friend’s Got a Girlfriend"--Offspring



THANK YOU, CA FITZGERALD, FOR SHOWING ME THE VIDEO!!!

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It was kind of torturous for me, but I left Freddy hanging for a week. Now, that doesn’t sound so long, but take into consideration that in the dream world, whole dreams last anywhere from ten to fifteen minutes; I left him alone in my domain for a week in MY world, which would accumulate to at least a few months in the dream world. I didn’t want to torture him that badly, but I was given the job of taming him down, and I wasn’t going to show weakness. Not again.



At the end of the week, I got into bed, wearing my white nightgown that Freddy liked, but I had a feeling that he would not be appreciating it tonight. Regardless, I drifted off, entering my dream domain quietly and hiding my essence so Freddy couldn’t see me.



Freddy was still chained to the wall, but those months alone seemed to have calmed him down. He was suspended limply, his head lowered and his hands loose. His fedora was on the ground below him, and I guessed that it had fallen off during his struggle. Finally, I stepped out of the shadows and walked right up to him.



“Freddy.” He didn’t respond, but I knew he was conscious because his knives twitched at my addressing to him. I reached up to slide my fingers under his chin and lift his head up. His eyes were a blazing inferno of red with anger, and his teeth were clenched together tightly. I stroked his scarred cheek with my thumb. “…Freddy, you have to know that I get no pleasure from seeing you like this.” A low growl and a bearing of sharp teeth told me that he didn’t believe a damn thing I was saying. “I’m serious. I’m willing to let you go, but only if you abide by the rules I’ve set down. I don’t do this just because it’s my job, Freddy…” He made a sharp growl that I interpreted as “yeah right”. I lowered my eyes. “…I also do it because I care.”



“You’re so full of shit,” Freddy growled, his voice practically echoing on itself in rage. “You don’t really care about me, and if you do, then you’re a fucking dumbass because there’s no way in Hell that I could care for a stupid thing like you!”



I kept my eyes lowered as I raised my hand to his chest, pressing it over his heart. “…You think I don’t know that?” I asked. “I may be a bit ignorant at times, but I’m far from stupid, Freddy.” I looked up at him. “I couldn’t care less if you cared about me or not, but the fact of the matter is, I like you. A lot.” My fingers clenched into his sweater. “…And you like me, too.” A loud growl rumbled in his chest, and I could feel the vibrations in my fingertips. “…Maybe not now, you don’t…but you did. You liked me enough to keep me alive that first time. You liked me enough to come back. You liked me enough to let me kill with you. You liked me enough to put up with me when I dragged you home with me.” I stared at him, eye-to-eye. “…And it confuses you, doesn’t it? Actually being able to LIKE someone. To get ALONG with someone. To be with someone who actually WANTS to be with you.”



“You don’t know anything!” he hissed back.



“I know a hell of a lot more than you think, Freddy,” I replied. “You had no friends as a child. You had no friends as a teenager. You had no friends as an adult. And you STILL have no friends.”



“Shut up!” he snarled.



“…Except me.” I gave him a sad smile. “I’m your friend, even if you aren’t MY friend.” I twitched one of my blades, and the chains that had been suspending him lowered so his feet touched the ground. Immediately, he jerked at them, trying to get to me, but the chains still held him to the wall. I picked his fedora up and held it in my hands. “…I remember when you left this here with me,” I said.



“I was humoring you, idiot!” Freddy growled, still tugging at the chains. I put the fedora back onto his head.



“It looked better on you, anyway.”



“Are you even listening to me!?”



“My offer still stands,” I said, looking him in the eye again. “Come with me back to the real world.”



“I WONT be your PET!” Freddy screeched. “I REFUSE to be used as a little toy for you to get your shits and giggles from, you bitch! I would rather go back to Hell!”



I stared at him quietly, then lowered my eyes. “…You still think I’d play with you,” I stated, then started laughing, wiping tears from my eyes. “…You think I LIKE torturing you like this.”



“Why the FUCK else would you be doing this!?” Freddy demanded. I looked up at him again.



“…Freddy, when the Demons gave me the power, I saw their intentions for you.” I reached up and stroked his face with my left hand. “…If you don’t have a warden, then they take ALL the power from you, and I mean ALL of it. You don’t come back anymore, no matter how many children know your name, or how many people fear you. You go to Hell, and you STAY there. For GOOD.”



Freddy was silent, though his eyes still blazed with fury. I leaned forward and pressed my cheek against his shoulder, feeling the wooly softness of the sweater I’d found for him. “…I couldn’t let that happen to the only friend I have in this world.” He didn’t say anything, but I could still hear a growling in his chest. “…Freddy, you have no idea how much power you have over me.”



“…Am I on acid, or is it ME who’s strung up like a dominatrix’s sub?” he replied, yanking on the chains for emphasis. I snorted and pulled back, stepping away from him and unlacing my nightgown and pulling the straps down so the gown was hanging on my hips. I then raised my glove and sliced into my chest, only flinching at the soft pain. Freddy watched with morbid curiosity as I completely parted the flesh of my chest, then stepped back up to him.



“…THIS power,” I said, pointing to my exposed heart. Freddy looked down into my chest and stared at my heart for a moment before he saw what I was showing him.



In a scar-font over my heart was the word ‘FREDDY’.



Freddy stared at it for a few moments before the wound closed on its own to nothing but smooth skin again. I pulled the bloody nightgown back up my shoulders, and the blood ran off of it like it was made of plastic onto the ground, leaving it pure white again.



“…You have power over my heart, Freddy,” I said softly. “And do you know how much power a guy has if he has a girl’s heart? She does everything and anything for him.” I reached forward to slide my hand to the back of his neck and leaned forward to kiss him. “…Even if it means locking him away so he wont get hurt.”



I only heard silence in return. I leaned my head on his shoulder again and traced the line patterns of his sweater with my index knife. “Come back with me, Freddy,” I murmured. “I’ll take care of you…”



“I don’t need to be taken care of,” Freddy growled, though his voice sounded less pissed off.



“I know,” I replied. “…But I want to take care of you.” I wrapped both arms around his middle and squeezed. “If you can just clean up your act for awhile, you can go free on probation. That’s it. But you have to at least make an effort.”



“…I don’t think I CAN,” Freddy replied.



“I’ll help you,” I said. I leaned up and kissed him again. “I’ll create scenarios like the one I did last time, to tide you over. You wont even know that they’re mine. If you’re mad, just cut me up in the dream world. Just try, Freddy. For your own sake.”



Freddy was silent for a few minutes, then he finally heaved a sigh and relaxed against his strain on the chains. I smiled and made the chains recede away. “Thank you,” I said. I held onto his middle as I woke up.



When I looked up, Freddy was once again human-looking and younger than his dying age. We were lying on our sides, and Freddy was looking like he was a child being made to do something he didn’t want to do. I raised my head and kissed him again, stroking my left hand over his chest to calm him down. He didn’t respond right away, but he did kiss back after a moment. I finally pulled away and tucked my head under his chin, squeezing his body to mine. Freddy didn’t hug back, but I didn’t care.



He was home.

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Freddy bolted up from his sleep, having had the same nightmare again. It took him a moment to remember where he was—back in the real world. He heaved a sigh and looked to his left. Angelia was still asleep, one arm still draped around his waist. He stared at her for a moment, his knives clinking absently with the temptation to use them. But then he thought about that Star Wars nerd he had sliced a few years back, and what that movie had said—“If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”



He shuddered. That was for goddamn sure, he knew. If Angelia was dead, then she would exist solely in his world to make him miserable for what may remain of his unlife. And as pissed as he was for being left in solitary confinement chained to a wall with nothing but torture devices to look at and fantasize about in vain, he wasn’t about to kill her and risk what Circle of Hell would await him if he pissed HER off.



Angelia mumbled in her sleep, tightening her hold on his waist. Freddy gently pried her arm off of him and got out of bed, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost six in the morning. He groaned and sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his left hand. He took off his fedora and set it on the nightstand, then ran a hand through his hair. Things had just gotten so complicated.



His eyes slid to Angelia, who was still asleep, the front of her nightgown still unlaced. He stared at her chest, for ONCE in his unlife cursing his inhuman libido. He sat back up on the bed, turning her over on her back and straddling her hips, tracing his left-hand fingertips over her moon-pale chest. Shit, he thought to himself. What the fuck was this…girl…doing to him!? He hated her right now, but he couldn’t help but…desire her. Fuck.



Freddy pulled his new glove off—the one she had made for him—and put it next to his fedora on the nightstand, then reached up and groped and squeezed her breasts as he kissed her neck, flicking his tongue out to taste her skin, smelling a faint scent of patchouli. He reached up with one hand to cup her cheek and then kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth to French her unresponsive mouth. He pressed his body to hers, groaning into her mouth.



‘Enjoying yourself, Freddy?’



He bolted up off of her, falling back to the foot of the bed when he heard her voice in his head. She opened her eyes and sat up, licking her lips. “Sweet way to wake me up, Freddy.”

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I was right, I thought as I looked at Freddy, who looked about ready to have a heart attack; he COULDN’T hold onto his own libido. Still, I should’ve expected him to molest me while I slept. Not that I minded, really, but that was one of the things he needed to keep a leash on. I ran a hand through my hair, then stretched. “Wouldn’t mind THAT happening again.”



“FUCK!” Freddy swore, his hand over his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack, you bitch!” he griped. “Give me some warning that you’re awake next time!”



“I thought I did,” I replied. Freddy scowled and flipped me off. I sighed and crawled over to the foot of my bed to sit next to him. “Did you want a nice wake-up call, too?”



“No,” Freddy instantly replied.



“Close your mouth, Freddy, I can smell the bullshit from here,” I said, rolling my eyes. I shoved him to his back and straddled one of his thighs. “If you want something,” I said, speaking slowly and deliberately, “you have to learn to ASK.”



“Oh, right!” Freddy snapped back. “Like I’m going to ASK every kid if they want me to slice them, drain them, or decapitate them, or…”



“Not like that, Freddy,” I sighed, stroking my fingers down his chest and stomach. “You need to ask ME. I’m not one of your victims anymore, Freddy. I’m your warden, your roommate, and—for lack of a better word—your friend. If you want sex, then ask. Nine out of ten times, you’ll get it, and maybe on the kitchen table.”



A spark of interest flashed in his eye, but then he went back to annoyed. I leaned my head on his shoulder and brushed the tips of my fingers over the front of his pants. He shifted around a little. “I’ll make you a deal, Freddy,” I said softly, pressing my hand to his crotch and rubbing firmly. “If you put some effort into curbing your impulsive killing and fucking, then I’ll give you a reward. Maybe two a day, if you’re extra good.”



“I’m not…a child…!” Freddy grunted, twitching around. I squeezed at his cock through his pants.



“…You never really were, were you?” I replied softly. “But don’t you worry, Freddy…” I tipped my head up to kiss his cheek. “Angelia’s here to take care of you now…” I unbuckled his belt with one hand and undid his pants. “In fact, here’s a little incentive for you to be good…I’ll give you a choice. Hands or mouth, take your pick.”



“Hands,” Freddy replied. I kissed his cheek and pulled his cock out of his pants and gave him a few slow strokes. Freddy reached up and clenched his fingers through my hair, pulling me in for a hard kiss. I squeezed his cock gently as I stroked, feeling his own hand clench in my hair in time with my strokes. He practically purred into my mouth as his hips bucked slightly.



‘Good Freddy,’ I told him in his head. He nipped my lip hard, his hand clenching in my hair.



‘Don’t talk,’ he replied. I have him a hard squeeze in reply, making him jump. ‘AGH, YOU BITCH!!!’



I snickered into his mouth and gave him a more gentle stroke. ‘Play nice, Freddy,’ I replied softly. I stroked him a little faster and felt his arm slide around my shoulders and squeeze.



‘Shit…!’ I heard him exclaim in his mind. ‘…Lift that skirt up a little more…’ His hand trailed down my back for the hem of my nightgown. The further his hand went, the looser mine went around his cock. He finally seemed to get the connection, and pulled away. “…What the hell?”



“I said I’d give you incentive, not a morning fuck,” I said. Freddy’s eye twitched.



“You’ve GOT to be kidding me.”



“Do you want to go back into the Goodnight Room?”



“….I hate you. Seriously.”



“That’s nice.” I sat up in the bed. “If you don’t want my services, then you

can just ‘service’ yourself.” I left him on the bed to go into the shower. As soon as I closed the door, I grinned when I heard him let out a scream of fury and frustration.



“I HATE THAT BITCH!!!”



I snickered and turned on the water, singing softly to myself. “…Freddy’s got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch…”

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“Honey, I’m home!” I called as I shut my front door.



“Honey, I hate your fucking guts so roll over and DIE!!!”



“....Cute, Freddy.”



I put my purse down on the stairwell and walked into the kitchen, where Freddy was reading my newest issue of Fangoria Magazine and sipping a cup of coffee. “…You’re not still mad about this morning are you?” Freddy glared at me from the top of the magazine.



“Eat shit and die,” he said, then went back to reading. I rolled my eyes and made myself a cup of coffee and sat down across from him, setting my purchases on the table next to me.



“Don’t be mad, Freddy,” I said, pulling out my purchases. “I bought you some more things!” He didn’t even look up when I unloaded all of what I bought for him. “Come on, Freddy, don’t be like that!” Still nothing. I sighed and left the things on the table as I stood up, taking my coffee with me. “…I’ll be in the living room,” I said, leaving.

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Freddy looked up after she left. Hell yeah, he was still pissed off at her. But still. He set the magazine down—DAMN, it was a good magazine—and looked through what she had gotten for him.



….The bitch’s been in his mind again, he realized.



The first thing he picked up was an MP3 player. It already had some songs on it, and as he flipped through the playlist, he found that it contained Iron Butterfly—with his favorite song, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida—Iron Maiden, Mötorhead, Slayer, Black Sabbath, and some band called Cradle of Filth. He set it aside and picked up something called a Samurai Shark, which was supposed to be a top-notch blade sharpener, then he found something he didn’t even know existed—



A porn magazine featuring murdered, raped, and mutilated girls. It was all professionally made-up, but still….FUCK.



How the HELL did she get this!?



He was almost too busy looking at it that he almost missed what else she brought for him. She had also bought him more clothes, a vintage brown jacket that matched his fedora and…what the fuck…?



…..A booklet of sex coupons.



Attached to the booklet was a small mesh bag that contained a pair of edible panties.



Freddy suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his slacks right about now. This was

torture. Pure. Torture. She was being so nice…so generous…



…But as soon as he fucked up, he was SO not getting any. He was being trained like a fucking dog. His hand clenched around the coffee cup so hard it shattered. ‘I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER!!!’ he screamed in his head. Fucking Angelia, fucking Dream Demons, fucking EVERYTHING!!!



He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, stalking for the basement. He had a sixteen-year-old girl tied up in the Workroom that he needed to disembowel.



It was about two hours of torture and slow, painful death of the girl later that Freddy emerged from his lair feeling a lot better. He was sure that the neighbors might have heard something, but he could always blame it on Angelia being a screamer.



He shut the basement door and poked his head in the living room, and immediately found that Angelia was asleep.



…The NERVE of that bitch, falling asleep without him! He stalked into the living room and stood by her, growling to himself. “…Hey, bitch, wake up!” he snapped, poking her shoulder. She didn’t respond. Freddy growled again and sat down on the couch next to her, snatching up the remote to see what was on. He paused when he saw what she HAD been watching.



…Beauty and the Beast.



…..He thought he just threw up in his mouth a little. He swallowed. Yep, it was vomit. He glared at Angelia, who shifted in her sleep. He growled again and set the remote down, then leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes.



He was asleep just minutes later.