I stormed out of the exit gates, completely distraught. Not one... not a single survivor did I sacrifice! I felt so humiliated, my tics were much more rapid than they usually were. The more nervous and desperate I grew on trial, the more they wracked my body. In a result of this, all four survivors ran free from my wrath.
I bursted through the doors of Badham Preschool, stomping down the halls. I entered an old classroom, throwing the door shut behind me. I carelessly dumped my weapon onto a desk, flakes of crusted blood chipping off.
"Fuck! Shit!" I hissed.
I whirled around to face the chalkboard, jumping in surprise when I saw that my father, Freddy Krueger, was in here the whole time.
"Are you okay, princess?" He asked in concern.
"No—fuck! I'm fucking not okay!" I snapped.
My jaw began to ache as I held back frustrated tears. Perhaps I wasn't cut out for this whole killer thing like my father was. I feared if I continued to disappoint the Entity, it would do something about it. Freddy slowly walked over to me, a frown on his burned face.
"I can't—I can't kill any of them!" I gestured wildly with teary wide eyes. "They're too—fuck! They're too fucking quick for me! I can't do this!" I ranted.
My arms and fingers twitched as I cracked my neck, holding back the urge to scream more profanities.
"Hey, it's okay." My father said gently.
Angry tears rolled down my cheeks as he wrapped his arms around me. I heaved as I tried to control by tears and tics, failing both miserably. I didn't hold it in any longer and let out a sob, hiding in Freddy's neck. Every time my body twitched, he tightened his grip until he was nearly crushing me.
"What if it gets ma—mad at me?" I asked through sobs, referring to the Entity. I balled Freddy's striped sweater up in my fist. "What if it hurts me?"
"Shh," my father patted my back gently. "It's okay, sweetie. I won't ever let it hurt you. I won't ever let anyone hurt you, you understand? As long as I'm here, you'll be perfectly safe." He cooed.
"Are you sure?" I sniffled, my tics slowly simmering down.
"I promise." Freddy swore.
I smiled against him, feeling perfectly safe there in his arms. But then I broke away after a moment, shyly muttering a thanks to him.
"Now," Freddy declared. "Did any of them fuckers touch you? Who do I gotta kill?" He asked.
I laughed, wiping away a few old tears that grew cold against my cheeks. "No, daddy. I'm—I'm fine." I smiled.
"Okay." Freddy whispered with a smile too on his face.
My father came in closer one last time, snaking an arm around me and planting a kiss to my temple.
"Love ya, angel." He said
"Love you too." I replied.
Freddy kept his arm slung over my shoulder casually, simply enjoying the company of his daughter.
"Your tics have gotten a lot better lately." He commented.
"They're still bad." I complained.
"Yeah, but better than before." Freddy explained, tugging my side closer to his. "You don't swear as much as you used to."
I swore so much. Like, all the time. But I supposed he was right. It wasn't as bad as it was.
"Thanks for—looking out for me, dad." I expressed.
Freddy pushed me closer to him with his arm wrapped around my shoulders. He pecked my cheek before pulling away fully.
"Anytime, princess. You're my perfect little girl."
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