Thread:Wolfy78/@comment-33528506-20190212034925

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Zoreth stood, clutching the necklace she loved so dearly, for it was a gold version of Freddy's glove. Her eyes were wide with panic, pupils miniscule, almost invisible within a sea of blue, which had now dulled with fear. If she could curl her tail between her legs, she would.

Before her, Freddy towered menacingly over her, an insane grin on his face, his once emerald green eyes were now a crimson red, his pupils cat-like. His grin was filled with fangs, and his right eye twitched.

“L-look, I know you love her, b-but I won't stand in your way! P-please, just don't hurt her!”

“I'm not takin’ my chances with you, lizard…” Freddy snarled, his voice unhinged and maniacal, “how can I be sure that you won't stop me from getting to her?”

“I won't… I promise! I-I could… I could never lie to you, Freddy! Don't… don't hurt me… please…”

Freddy thought and considered, his face becoming blank, devoid of any emotion. After a few long moments, a smile crept onto his face.

“'''hehe heh…. Heheh… you think I'm gonna listen to you?!'''” He laughed an insane laugh, a mad laugh, a laugh that would make the devil himself tremble. “Wrong!!!” He chuckled maniacally once more, before charging at the reptile in front of him and slamming her into the wall.

“Freddy! Stop, please!” She wailed, tears clouding her vision, “p-please…”

Freddy, however, didn't listen. He positioned one talon-shaped blade to her throat, and paused. He waited for a second, before slicing open Zoreth's throat with unhinged laughter.

“W-why…” She choked out, her voice gurgling due to the blood gushing from her severed jugular, “why did y-you do this?” She paused, struggling to keep herself up. “You… were… my… favorite…” She breathed, her legs falling from under her as her body went limp. Her blue eyes became lifeless and dull as blood pooled around her, staining her blue sweater with a sickening red color.

Freddy bent down, slowly unhooked the necklace from Zoreth's neck, and held it, his face becoming grave. He clutched the chain, and walked away, staring down at the golden object held in his left hand. A new trophy, or a hint of regret?

(This is going in a story I've been writing for a few good months called "Charlotte's Demons". This is, however, just a quick peek at some plot. this may change as well.)

FREDDEH, Y U KILL MEH?!! T-T 