Okay okay, CONCEPT! New Nightmare Freddy having moments of Identity crisis. He cant decide- can't remember- can't keep track- of who he is. At that moment or in reality. He flickers, literally, between appearances. Freddy Krueger's eyes turn pale and then disappear entirely off his face- Slenderman's tentacles shrivel away to big, broken black wings- Jeepers Creeper's skin goes a sickly white- Pennywise' shrinks- the Big Bad Wolf sheds, leaving bald spots until he just looks small, pathetic and broken- Baba Yaga's birds feet grow out till boots clamp around them once again- new and ancient nightmares snapping in and out of him- before he settles on Freddy again, and he flickers. His features switch and swap Did- Did he have fangs? Spikes? Pointed ears? A tail? What colour was the hat? Did it have a bow? How long were the blades on the glove? Were the stripes horizontal or were they vertical?
And you're watching all this with wide eyes - listening to growls turn into hisses and his tone go from calm to shrieking in multitudes of different voices and languages, - , horrified at the spectacle and not knowing what to do. You back away... one step at a time, until you make yourself stop.
You go back- to the monster kneeling on the floor, in the pool in his home-place, pants soggy and claws gripping into his head, his skull- and drop your hands on his shoulders.
Immediately the water blasts away from him like you detonated tnt and it doesn't come back. The ground is dry so you kneel down with him, and now he's still. He's in his Freddy form, you think, or caught between that and the Jeepers Creepers one as theirs a horrible greenish tint to his mangled skin, and theirs nasty humps breaking through the fabric of his coat, and you wait for him to move.
When he does... his eyes aren't right. They aren't the Jeeper's Creeper's soulless ones, or Freddy Krueger's almost-human ones, or Pennywise' excited ones, or the Big Bad Wolf's beady ones, or Baba Yaga's yellow pair, or any of those. They're deeper, and darker; Inhuman entirely. Evil, actually. A dark red colour, if you look close enough, and the whites are now black.
Before you even have a chance to wonder about them - Who they belong to. Are they his!? - he closes them and lowers his head again.
