finally got around to making another one in my emote sticker series thats going on red bubble.
will admit it’s not very accurate i literally had to ask my discord what colour his eyes were just so i didn’t have to go hunting for pictures and subject myself to staring at he
freddy will never get any other content on my blog and the only reason i’ve drawn him is to get him out of the way so i can focus on the other dbd killers smh but heres a smol nugget of krug for the krug fans
maybe one day i’ll switch to etsy but i don’t know how to make stickers myself and even when i found that out it’S SO SCARY SENDING MAIL I’M ALWAYS AFRAID I’LL DO IT WRONG
Well, got a fun little visit from ol' Fredward in my dream last night, but not the sweater wearing crispy version.
Oh no, I got the blonde, curly-haired, handsome (shush I said nothing) alive version.
From what I understood, him, myself, and a few other people (think my sister may have been one of them?) all shared a big multi-level, multi bedroom house together for some reason.
I don't think he liked me (idk why, I'm a fucking delight honestly) and two of the other roommates for whatever reason, and apparently the feeling was mutual because the two roommates were shit talking him at one point asdfghjk
Anyways, some woman in a grey business suit comes around and is asking for him, and how she could have sworn he was home from work at this time.
Me: "No, you're right, he usually is, but he's been working late every night this week."
She seems disappointed by that for some reason, I happen to look over the stair railing toward the first floor (we were on the second) and I see ANOTHER roommate walking by (I have no fucking clue how people were in this house), and then wouldn't you know it, Fred comes waltzing in not far behind them.
He's rocking a blue short sleeved shirt and pants, looks up at me where I'm standing on second floor, and gives me a weird look. (I did nothing, don't look at me like that 😒)
Me to the lady: "Oh, speak of the devil. There he is."
And then I just walked away after that lmfao
Tbh he wasn't around super long but yeah! That's pretty much what happened
(This is actually something I started writing last year and admittedly forgot about until recently. So I decided to clean it up a bit and ultimately finish it to share with you guys. Hope you enjoy!!)
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Crude/suggestive dialogue, Freddy being Freddy, some blood and violence, strangulation attempt
It doesn’t take long at all to fall asleep and when my eyes open next, I’m in that hellhole of a boiler room. I push myself up, wishing I had put some sort of protection on my feet as I feel the damp floor beneath me. The air is uncomfortably warm as usual, and it’s not long before I feel a sheen of sweat on my skin.
I begin walking, taking in my surroundings, and looking for any sort of sign of Krueger. A shadow, a flash of red and green, anything. He must know I’m here.
I consider calling out to him, but shake my head, knowing that would be more dangerous than it was worth. He’d show up eventually.
He always did.
I continue my slow jaunt around the hellscape, finding myself standing in front of a roaring fire before long. It’s mostly contained in the boiler, though flames flick out occasionally to lick at the air. The sudden unmistakable sound of metal scraping against metal catches my attention and I turn quickly, staring behind me.
Nothing’s there, but I now know I’m not alone. I can sense him in the distance, watching me.
My voice comes out before I can stop myself. “I know you’re there, Krueger. Show yourself.”
A sinister chuckle echoes through the air, but he still doesn’t appear. I turn and take a left, walking through the maze of metal pipes and platforms. Steam hisses out sharply from a nearby pipe, making me jump, but I keep walking. I hear the scrape of metal again and grit my teeth, knowing the bastard is taunting me.
“Come on, you fucker. Where are you?”
“Up here, bitch.”
I turn sharply toward the sound of his voice and lo and behold, there he is. Krueger smirks at me from a platform several feet above, leaning against the railing almost nonchalantly.
“How sweet, Tana-banana came to visit,” he says mockingly, grinning at me with those horrible teeth of his.
“Fuck off, don’t call me that.”
“Aw, why not? I thought we were good friends, you and I.” He leaps down, landing squarely on his feet in front of me, a gesture that would easily injure any normal human being.
But he wasn’t normal. Far from it.
Now that he’s standing in front of me, I can feel my heart starting to pound. My brave façade is starting to slip away, and he knows that. Krueger flexes his claw and I flinch, stepping backwards.
“What’s the matter, Montana? Not feeling so and mighty now, are we?” He smirks, continuing to walk toward me, like a lion stalking its prey. “Figures. You’re such a crybaby, I’m surprised you haven’t pissed yourself out of fear yet.”
I clench my fists together in anger. Krueger scares me, but he makes me angry too. I just want to wipe the smug expression from his face. “Fuck you.”
“When and where, baby? I’ll give it to ya real good.” He flashes that grin at me again, grabbing his crotch obscenely. The gesture makes me blush, and I avert my gaze quickly, feeling disgusted.
“Aw, what’s the matter?” he continues, now speaking in a sickly-sweet tone. “Mean ol’ Freddy make the little bitch uncomfortable? That’s too bad.” He steps forward again, and my back is now pressed against the wall.
Shit.
“Well now, looks like you’re trapped. What should we do about that?” he muses aloud. Freddy extends the blades toward my face, and I snap my eyes shut as they touch my cheek. He doesn’t apply enough pressure to cut the skin, but I know that it won’t take much for him to do so.
“Look at me.”
I can feel the blood rushing in my head as my heart races in my chest. I can’t speak or shake my head, but I feel the sting of tears.
“Don’t make me cut up this pretty face of yours. Open your fucking eyes.” His voice has dropped a pitch, sounding even more threatening. The blades press against my skin as a warning, and I slowly force myself to open my eyes.
Krueger is a blurred shape in front of me due to the tears swimming in my vision, and they spill from my eyes, cascading slowly down my face. He smirks and leans his face dangerously close to mine.
“Poor little crybaby.”
I’m unable suppress a whimper, wrinkling my face in disgust as his tongue flicks out, licking away the tears. “Ugh!”
“Delicious.” Krueger sneers, lowering the blades from my face and backing away. The relief I feel is only temporary as he continues speaking. “Tell you what, bitch. I’m feeling generous tonight, so I’ll give you a head start on running. How’s that sound?”
“Huh?” My brain is fear-ridden to the point of stupidity, and I don’t fully process what he says.
His sneer turns into a wild grin. “You have three seconds. Three.”
I scramble to catch my bearings, now understanding what he’s said to me. My eyes dart around quickly, trying to figure out which direction is the best to go. My legs, however, don’t move, almost like they’re frozen in place.
“Two.”
My heart leaps into my throat as he raises his gloved hand, flexing the deadly blades.
Run, stupid!
“One.”
I take off running seconds before he utters the final number, somehow managing to get a decent distance ahead. I can hear him cackling behind me as I turn a corner, ducking under and jumping over mazes of pipes. Krueger’s fast, but I need to be faster.
Otherwise, I won’t survive.
I run for a while, not realizing at first that I’ve somehow managed to lose him. I scale up a nearby ladder and scurry across a platform before coming to a dead stop as I realize the walkway ends in a sudden drop. My lungs are burning in my chest as I struggle to catch my breath, and my legs feel like jelly. Panting, I drop to my knees, crawling over to cautiously peer over the edge of the platform.
I see nothing but blackness. It’s a long fall with no end in sight, and had I kept running, I would have ultimately launched myself over the edge and likely to my death.
Thank God I’d stopped.
I lean back, exhaling slowly as I finally manage to catch my breath.
Keep moving.
“Right,” I say aloud. Carefully pushing myself to my feet, I turn to walk away, and a scream rips from my throat as I’m roughly grabbed.
“Gotcha!” Krueger gives a loud cackle.
“Let go of me!” I writhe in his grasp, trying to break free. His grip only tightens, and I can feel the metal of his blades pressing into me.
“Gave a good chase, I’ll give you that,” he says, sneering at me. “Too bad it’s game over for you.”
“Like hell.” I get an arm free, attempting to throw a punch. Ultimately though, Krueger proves faster than me, grabbing my wrist and pinning it behind my back as he shoves me against the wall. I scowl at him over my shoulder, hissing as I feel the blades prick into my skin.
“Feisty little bitch all of a sudden, ain’t we? Well, you know I love a good fight.”
Krueger shoves me to the ground without warning and before I can fully react, he’s on top of me, ungloved hand squeezing down on my throat.
My eyes widen and I begin to struggle again, starting to claw and swat at his arms, trying to do whatever I can to get the bastard off me.
He flashes a sick grin, squeezing down more, and I can feel myself starting to panic as it gets harder to breathe. My vision is starting to blur around the edges.
This is not how I want to go, but I may not have a choice.
Suddenly, the pressure subsides, and I suck in air, starting to cough. Krueger’s standing now, staring down at me with that stupid grin.
“Pathetic.”
I scowl at him again, hand on my chest as I try to regulate my breathing. “Says you,” I manage to rasp out. It’s painful. “Couldn’t finish the job, I see.”
“I can, you smartass little cunt. Just chose not to. Like I said earlier, I’m feeling generous.” He reaches down, yanking me to my feet and holding tight once more.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, don’t really think I’m ready to end our little game yet. You’re awful fuckin’ fun to toy with, Montana.”
The blades move, and I don’t have time to react before he flicks one against my cheek, leaving a cut and causing me to yelp.
He just laughs and shoves me backwards. In all the chaos, I’d completely forgotten about the sharp drop. I feel myself start to pitch backwards and try desperately to grab onto something, but it’s of no use. There’s nothing.
“See you real soon, bitch.”
Krueger’s laugh echoes around me as I fall. I’m getting closer and closer to the darkness below and all I’m able to do is close my eyes and brace myself.
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I jerk with a gasp, bolting upright in bed. Daylight swims through the window as I stare around rapidly, trying to figure out where I am as my heart races wildly. Eventually, I’m able to realize I’m back in my bedroom. Awake.
Alive.
I take a deep breath, flopping back down on the bed, covering my face. I feel stinging on my cheek and elsewhere on my body. Cautiously, I touch my fingertips to my cheek, only for them to come away red with blood.
“Shit.”
I fumble for my glasses and get up, making my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. Afterwards, I gaze at myself in the mirror.
I look like hell, exhaustion visible in my face and although the cut on my cheek is relatively shallow, it’s still noticeable. I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to anyone that asks.
“Cat scratch,” I say out loud, testing the answer. It’s a weak excuse, but it may have to work for now.
I stare a minute longer, scowling at my reflection before turning and walking out of the bathroom.
