Love Me Dead .:REQUEST:.

My side of a fanfic trade with FantasyFanatic19

JoeyXFreddy: Love Me Dead
           The sound of keyboard taps echoed throughout the empty house. This night had started just like every other night. Hours upon hours spent on the computer, spoonful upon spoonful of ice cream. Same empty house. Same empty feeling. Joey’s parents were never around, and she was utterly alone. She wished that she wasn't so alone all the time, that someone would simply be there for her.

         Yawning loudly, she shut down her computer and laid on her bed. It had been a while since she was this tired, but that’s what happens when you constantly have nightmares. She fell into a deep sleep instantly. Yet, she had no knowledge of this. In her mind, she was completely awake. And for once she wasn't alone. Actually, she was, but she didn't feel as alone as usual. There she lied, on her bed, in her room, her computer still whirring as usual. But there was a vast darkness that usually wasn’t there. It felt as though something was lurking, staring at her from the cold darkness that plagued everywhere but her bed.

 Her fear was apparent, but so was her anger. She hated the nightmares, hated them so much. Something within the darkness began to move, and she heard her creaky floor under the weight of steps, the sounds of blades running slowly against her wooden walls, tapping ever so slowly as to intimidate her. Knowing that all she could do was go down fighting, she prepared herself for whatever it was that would come out of the depth of the darkness. Hands balled into fists, teeth bared, and voice lowered to a growl, she yelled at the darkness,

 “Coward, show yourself!”

 Her neck began to feel warm, as though something was breathing right down her neck. A voice as creaky as the unstable floorboards whispered into her ear,

 “Oh, can’t wait to get to the fun, can we?”

 Her fists swung this way and that, but it was too late. The creature of the darkness had shown itself, and oh how she wished it hadn’t. He had blades upon his fingers, so sharp that even a look made her wince, his head adorned with a pitch black fedora, and a striped shirt that she could tell had been witness to a number of murders. But worst, was his face. His burnt, twisted, disgusting face. She scowled and kept up the growl in her voice, not wanting to seem weak, and said

 “What do you want with me? Get out now or so help me-”

 Freddy cut her off, putting one of his bladed fingers over her lips, and whispered again,

 “All I want is you.”

 He grinned such a large grin, and Joey began to fight back. He was having none of that and grabbed her arm, him being much stronger than her. She realized this and began to slow her swinging arms.

 “There’s my girl. I’m running the show now.”

 He laughed again, but this time it was more of a low purr than a high cackling. Joey was trying her hardest to fight back, despite the fact that she knew she was under his complete control now. Still keeping his voice at a soft purr, Freddy raised his gloved hand to her cheek and began to stroke it, almost lovingly.

 “It’s been a while since I’ve had one with skin this soft…”

 She tried her hardest not to blush, but she couldn’t help it. The blush was very apparent and Freddy smiled a rather twisted smile. He then grabbed her hand gingerly, trying not to hurt her. She thrashed as hard she possibly could, but it did nothing to stop him. She screamed and screamed at him, flying into a rage that she couldn’t stop.

 Still, he kept on. His hand then slid from her hand and traveled to her thigh. He flashed that twisted smile again and glided his blades over it. She was wearing pajama sweats, but his blades cut right through them. Through the rips he had created, he began to stroke her thigh, still laughing, purring the whole way. He proceeded to do so with the rest of her outfit, her arms, her legs, her stomach, until her entire outfit was in shreds (but still intact). Joey kicked and screamed the whole time, but it was as if he had her bound, and he had complete control over the situation.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;"> Her screams continued even when her voice became hoarse. Freddy suddenly stopped, and Joey felt like she had finally won. But instead, he put a blade to her throat and shoved his lips against hers. She let out a small squeak and thrashed this way and that, but she couldn’t move. Feeling even more hopeless than before, she began to cry as he explored her mouth. She squeaked and moaned and growled, but it did nothing. He pulled away and smiled again, purring even more than before. Then he noticed the tears, and his smile slipped away. Very gently, he used his blades to wipe the tears away. She stopped crying and looked him straight in the eyes. Those were not the lustful, longing eyes she had seen before. These eyes were softer, and seemed more human. She stopped and stared into his eyes for a little.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;"> Within a split second, those eyes morphed back into the lustful gaze of a killer again, and Freddy used his blade to slice her right across the face. She screamed and moaned in pain, and Freddy just smiled and cackled. He then tried to kiss her again, and she thrashed and squirmed. But something felt different this time. She felt as though she was getting stronger. As though if she tried hard enough, she could gain control over her body again. Though she didn’t like it, she allowed him to kiss her because she knew his guard would be down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-indent:36pt;"> Suddenly, he stopped, and Joey felt as though she could control her body again. Taking advantage of the moment, she grabbed his hand and forced his blades through his own stomach. He leaned his head backwards, and began to cough blood. Joey laughed, and stabbed him over and over again, making him feel the pain she did. She laughed and laughed. Her eyes looked just like his did.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-indent:36pt;"> Joey jolted awake. She was in a cold sweat, and she felt very hot under her blankets. Disoriented and confused, she looked around, half asleep. It was just a dream….

“Thats the last time I read that much fanfiction before bed…” She moaned as she turned on her light. Her face began to hurt very badly, a burning pain, almost as if she had been cut with a blade. Her eyes widened as she sprinted to her mirror. She screamed at the discovery of a wound exactly like the one Freddy had made across her face in the dream. Out of the corner of her eye, in the mirror, she could faintly see him. The man with a burnt face who had been her first kiss.

<p style="text-align:center;">THE END (?)

Note: woah man i haven't written a fanfic in like forever so sorry if it's not good or something i'm a little rusty