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I MEETING

None of the assassins really knew why the God called "Ente" took them to his world. The survivors also had no knowledge of why they were sent to eternal suffering with beasts that most of them looked like human beings, but others were far from it. Most could speak, had their memories intact and still thought like ''normal'' people in the Anglo-Saxon sense of the word. But as many survivors as killers were mere playthings in a vicious predator-prey cycle, for the spectacle and morbidity of maybe who or what.

The Entity feeds on fear and hope, the survivors are the ones who deliver that food and the assassins are the ones who must feed it like insects caring for their queen. Most assassins didn't want to do it...It sucked, but...The Entity tortured and corrupted anyone who refused to serve it. Honestly, there was no way of knowing what year it was or how long he spent within the realm Decades? Centuries? Strangely enough both as assassins and survivors came from different eras and parallel worlds, they knew. All the assassins were ''friends'' and all the survivors were ''family'' as far as they could be. The Entity for obvious reasons had favoritism for the assassins since they were responsible for feeding it, giving it life in exchange for greater strength and practically whatever they asked of them as long as they complied with their rituals and daily sacrifices. If the killers did not comply with the sacrifices in a ritual, they were also severely tortured until they were able to make a complete sacrifice. Assassins new to their world were allowed a day or two of failure but after that, the torture would begin and they certainly didn't want that.

The kingdom also had its strange mechanism. There were different ''cities'' where everyone had their own realm or most of them did, but the Entity had the ability to send them to those places in the rituals. Outside of them, everyone was the owner of their own kingdom and they allowed to let someone in or out and no one could enter or leave it except some assassins who could bypass that rule.

Nightmare, Cenobite, Dredge, Sadako are some of them. Cenobite was basically the servant of another God and could leave the realm of the Entity at his own will, he only did rituals to pass the time and if he managed to take souls well, if not, it did not matter since the Entity could not torture him... It was useless. Sadako being a ghost could enter wherever she wanted but basically she didn't do it since she preferred to stay in her well which could teleport her at will. Dredge lives in the lockers and could be in any of the other realms, he wasn't very friendly either so he only stayed in his own realm in the lockers and only appeared when he had to eat or do daily rituals. Nightmare's kingdom was the most peculiar and one of the most hated by everyone, because he changed it according to his mood and technically did not live there. No one could see him, he only appeared among everyone when they slept and was only a spectator of the dreams of others, so it was not uncommon for him to know basically all the secrets, fears and desires of others although he really felt no interest in that. Because of his strangely peculiar power, he had many rules imposed by the Entity and one of them was that he could not change dreams or interrupt them. The Entity could not intervene in the dreams of the other assassins or intervene in the realm of Nightmare, so as a warning he reduced his power almost to the minimum two days a month and in that period he only stayed hidden in the basement of his beloved nursery taking care of his imaginary flowers. All the kingdoms had their own style of rituals, but outside of them each one of them could change it as they pleased, although they rarely did so due to the power it required. Nightmare, not being a living being and living in dreams, could do so without exhausting herself and the nursery was filled with flowers that she cared for and a peculiar warmth which increased in her basement.

As they were all servants of the Entity, it was not uncommon for each one to forge their own friendships and why not, have sexual encounters with each other. The survivors did the same but they had a different realm, as they basically lived in the same huge city with their own houses and all the luxuries they wanted in exchange for their souls of course.

The assassins and survivors lived in separate worlds. One country to another so to speak, so they had no contact except for rituals or when there was some special event and they could share although of course, not all were friendly but the Entity had forbidden fights between them except for rituals.

The Doctor also had his own rules imposed by the Entity, the most important of all was that he was forbidden to experiment with the other assassins unless the Entity asked him to, because due to his great mental capacity, there were things he could do that no other assassin could do. One of them was that Doctor was the only one who could see and interact with Nightmare without being asleep and even the Entity himself did not know why he could do so. Both of them realized it in strange circumstances and for the same reason, Nightmare or Freddy as they prefer (Better Freddy) avoided him like Leprosy.

The Doctor was in his lab doing a daily walkthrough, when he notices a shadow pass quickly through the dark and cold corridors of Lerry. It was a strange shadow since he had never seen it before and it was not of any murderer or any survivor, so he walks stealthily to where the shadow had gone and reaches his office, which was much more lighted and warmer than the rest of the gloomy and dark laboratory, there were many books and papers on the table, along with pencils of various colors with strange annotations and drawings of a human body. The Doctor sharpens his vision to be able to see better, since his field of vision was not at all similar to that of an ordinary person. His vision was so sharp that he could see the surroundings differently, he could even see wind particles and dust at a considerable distance, if he improved it he could even see hundreds of meters away but in return his eyes were exhausted much faster. The shadow he had seen takes shape and it was a man, much smaller and thinner than him. Being strange since for the most part male assassins tended to be very tall, but not this one, he was old...Maybe about 45 to 50 years old to the eye and wore a felt hat with a wool sweater with red and black colors. His whole body was full of severe burns with his cheeks being the most noticeable, where you could almost see his jaw. He had on his right hand a glove with four claws on the fingers from the index to the little finger except for the thumb making his hand look a little bigger than the other. His clothes were also burned but not destroyed, being something really strange since given the severity of his burns, he died like that and his clothes were not that bad. Was it his power? Something very curious indeed.

He was looking around the office and glancing at the papers on the table, seeing the beautiful calligraphy of the handwriting, he let out a chuckle with a low, burnt voice, as if his lungs were full of soot.

''Very nice handwriting, this guy is clearly not a Doctor.''

-What are you doing in my kingdom?" the Doctor asked the man, who did not expect such a question.

Freddy didn't really expect that and it threw him off. He always roamed the other realms that way and they had never seen him since they couldn't see him while awake, he was invisible to everyone else and the fact that the Doctor addressed him that way made him swallow his saliva, so he turned around and stared at the Doctor hoping that maybe he misheard the question, he even moved to another place, but when he noticed that the Doctor followed him with his gaze, he confirmed what he didn't expect

-...

-I asked you a question. What are you doing here?

-You...

-¿?

-Can you see me...?

-Shouldn't I be able to?

-You... You're the first one who can see me without being asleep... What the fuck are you?

The Doctor comes within inches of Freddy, who was about to prepare his claws to stab him in the stomach but couldn't, something prevented him from doing so. Was it the bewilderment that he could see it? Why could this guy do it? Even though he had wires all over his body, he was still a human. He had human organs, he breathed like one, his heart beat and spoke like one. Although staring at him, each thing he had was worse than the last, I didn't know which one was worse. His power to electrocute at will, his psychopathic laugh, his much larger build than his own or his strange and inexplicable ability to be able to see and hear him while awake.

-Honestly, if you're not lying to me, I don't know why I can see you. What are you really? I know your name is Freddy, but you hardly ever really appear to others.

-I am a nightmare...

-A nightmare that I can see while awake, it's very curious, isn't it?

Freddy with his gloved handle tries to dig his claws into the Doctor's abdomen but he can't do it. His body passed through him like a projection so he could only see him, but not touch him.

-Uh, so I can't touch you... You're a smart guy, but what are you really doing here?

-I just come to observe, I do it with all the realms really and yours is fucking hard for me to memorize in the rituals.

-You're quite a curious killer... Why don't you come here more often? The Doctor laughs in the same way he did when he was electrocuting the survivors, which made Freddy quickly leave the place, disappearing into a pool of blood.

''Mmm...Interesting, could be someone very amusing...'' The Doctor begins to laugh out loud, it had been quite some time since he had seen something really curious in the realm of the Entity and this looked promising to him.

After that incident, Freddy never went near the lab again and avoided the Doctor at all costs. Although he had the ability to move from dream to dream like a long corridor and each dream of the killer was another door, he could never enter the Doctor's. It was as if the Doctor, without knowing how, blocked him from entering, partly to Freddy. It was as if the Doctor, without knowing how, blocked him from entering, partly Freddy was better off not being able to enter his head but his curiosity to see what he was hiding was also difficult to master. Because of this, the Doctor had actually seen little of Freddy, more than the rumors, especially of Trapper since he was the first one who appeared to him in his dreams. Trapper being the first to arrive in the realm of the Entity, his mission was to teach everyone else how that world worked and how the rituals should work, Freddy's being the most uncomfortable since he did everything in his sleep and he really doubted if he dreamt it or if it happened in the ''real'' world, but the Entity confirmed it to him.

-That son of a bitch is fucking weird and he's a midget to boot!

-Why?" asked the Doctor as they both drank and played cards.

-The Entity had told me ''A new assassin is coming, you must teach him'' and when I realized that idiot literally lives in your dreams it's some weird shit, plus he knows everything, yuck.

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At present, it was still like that. All the other killers got along with each other and especially the female killers, they were always together with each other, Evan loved having sex with Anna as she was strong like him and was wild, really none of the killers owed each other fidelity so they could always have sex with each other, Evan being one of those who has fucked there the most. He had had sex with almost everyone except a few that he didn't find attractive, Freddy being among one of them. He wasn't interested in having sex with an old man, but because of his happy past he would rape him because he really deserved it. Practically everyone knew the past of the others and Freddy's so he was not well liked. A pedophile was repulsive to everyone, of course.... None of the others were saints, others deserved a lot of punishment like Kazan Yamaoka, Herman Carter and even Evan himself. But...Getting involved with innocent children and literally ''loving'' them by being a part of them was sickeningly twisted and disgusting. Doctor was actually intrigued more than anything by his freakish ability since really being honest, if he didn't have it he'd just be a weak, skinny guy who you could easily take down. He was never a killer while alive since he technically didn't kill anyone except after he had that ability which even he doesn't know why he has it. Amanda at least was a very strategic assassin despite being small and skinny, with a cold, calculating and moody character. Sadako had a huge talent being psychic in life, Lisa had knowledge regarding symbols and witchcraft or some shit like that, Trickster kidnapped and tortured people by damaging them at specific points for his musical notes, Ghostface was a stealthy and very smart assassin, The Legion are a group and are inseparable. But Freddy really was an ordinary man who didn't excel at anything, Doctor instead, he had already tortured and killed many spies being trained both physically and mentally to get rid of them since being trained, he had to keep in shape. Unfortunately, he came very close to his purpose but the Entity just took him away when he almost succeeded Did he save mankind with this? It was quite possible, but the fact that the Entity forbade him to experiment had him really annoyed and bored, the routine of chasing survivors was getting worse and the only interesting shit he had found he avoided it like a rat afraid of being caught.

Also, the abilities of the assassins outside of the rituals changed. They all had superhuman strength but to different extents and some had one particular sense more developed, Doctor due to the huge brain over stimulation he had, his vision was his best sense and his physical strength stood out from the others but he was slow and had zero agility. Anna was very strong as well and her taste was so well developed that she could see if any food was poisoned just by licking it a little. Evan was very fast, despite being very big as he is the one the Entity worships the most and blessed him with strength and speed but he was not very smart to say the least.

Freddy was no exception to this either. The Entity told him that outside of the dream world, he was as fast and elusive as an alley cat with incredible hearing, but physically very weak.

The Entity could sense the desires of all assassins and the Doctor's were clear: to experiment on someone, especially Nightmare. The Entity wasn't too fond of him either as he found him very disgusting and the mere fact that he couldn't dominate his own realm made him despair. Sure, it made him vulnerable for two days and thanks to that Freddy behaved, but he didn't really know the workings of his body. He didn't know the limits of his power and he also didn't know if in the real world he was just a normal human or if he had something special to protect himself like the others who possessed superhuman strength, ability to hide or fast wound regeneration. Actually, due to being a ''thing'' that basically does not live in the real world it was difficult to capture and apparently only humans could see it in dreams or similar to a human being. So the Entity asked the Doctor for a mission that surely, he would find interesting.

''If you are able to bring Nightmare out of the dream world, I will give you 8 hours to experiment with him.''

Doctor laughed madly at this. 8 hours? The truth was too little time but... It was worse than nothing, the Entity was giving him a free pass for once and he wanted to take advantage of this beautiful opportunity.  

• Drawing made by: @Mamuussu

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II MEETING PART 2

The rituals were still going on and there was a summoning for all the assassins by the Entity. All the assassins were in a strange room completely empty and old, like an abandoned factory wondering why they were summoned to such an important meeting. They were all present, except Freddy who of course was, but not in the real world. The Doctor could see him sitting in a corner with his head down as if he was asleep and Freddy could feel that annoyed and curious look like when someone was watching you eating something in the hope that you would give it to them. That feeling made his neck tingle but he didn't move, he just pretended nothing was happening with clear annoyance as he couldn't stand that annoying bastard being able to see him without the need to fall asleep.

-Are they all here? Evan asked, looking around at all the assembled assassins.

-Yes, we're all here," Phillip replied.

-What about the burned dwarf," Evan asked, arching an eyebrow behind his mask.

Freddy did not move, it was useless since he was obviously invisible.

-It's over there," Doctor answered with a finger pointing to the corner where Freddy was sitting, which caused him to grunt in annoyance.

-Well, if you say so..." Evan replied, thinking that the Doctor was already in his total madness and was seeing non-existent shit.

The Entity appeared from the sky and there was an uncomfortable silence in the place. Everyone made a slight bow as a reverence and the Entity with its ''paws'' caressed all the assassins to the annoyance of some but they had to bear it, apparently this meeting did not look unpleasant.

-Good evening my dear servants, I have made this call to analyze everyone's rituals this last time. First of all, I am quite happy since their sacrifices have increased a lot thanks to the support I gave them since they were having a lot of casualties except for Miss Sally and Mr. Talbot. Also congratulations to Miss Amanda as her rituals have improved a lot lately.

-Yes, it's about time I got a boost," replied Amanda who, behind her pig mask, was smiling victoriously.

-Also Miss Sadako as she has also improved a lot.

Sadako simply nodded her head in approval.

-Now, well, with some of the killers we have had more casualties and less attendance at the rituals, but I will discuss that personally with each of you. But basically I expect everything to be like this, you are dismissed, except Herman, Freddy and Phillip.

Everyone else leaves while the three named are left in that strange room. Phillip has a definite nervousness, while Freddy rolls his eyes with a hoarse sigh and Herman simply stands idly by having full knowledge of why the three were there. They were taking casualties in their sacrifices and although Doctor may have had a huge increase in his skill within the rituals, he didn't have the cup of victories the Entity had hoped for. Phillip was having a harder time hitting the survivors as he was coming out of stealth mode, it was slowing him down...And Freddy well...Everything about him was so shitty making him frankly not mind going and not making sacrifices even if the Entity would tear him apart even.

-Well, you 3 are having a lot of trouble making good sacrifices and I want your explanations -What's going on ?

-You've reduced my powers to nothing, what do you want me to do," Freddy replied in annoyance, "You barely call me for rituals and if I do, the surviving bitches wake up and become invulnerable to my dream power.

-That's no excuse Freddy. You have the largest stroke range of all, even if you say that's a lie, and you have much more mobility than the Doctor.

-But Doctor has localization and is a ballsy supporter.

-Aghh- growled the Entity in annoyance, Freddy was taking too much advantage of not really living in the real world and he didn't like that one bit. It seemed that reducing his power to nothing for two days a month wasn't enough and he needed a stronger punishment than that.

-And you, Doctor?

-I do not have a clear answer to my failures majesty... I have gone to the rituals but I am not able to perform all the sacrifices and I beg your pardon.

The Entity knew everyone's wishes and the Doctor's were crystal clear. He was always a person that if he got an idea in his head, that idea wouldn't go away until he could fulfill it and surely that was what really turned him off from sacrifices. Before that, he had never had so many problems despite being clearly slower than Nightmare and Wraith, so he would not be so severe with both of them, but Freddy was like a stone in his shoe for him even though he recognized that his power was unique and special.

-Phillip, I understand that due to the increased time in showing up that I imposed on you it has made it difficult for you in the sacrifices, but you should get used to that. You have props that help you a lot more unlike Herman and Freddy.

-Yes, I will improve... Thank you majesty.

-Well, you can go.

Wraith and Freddy left together, while the Entity brings one of its ''paws'' closer and whispers in the Doctor's ear

'' You know what you have to do and I know the reason for your failures. Bring Nightmare into the real world and the prize I'll give you will be better than you ever thought.''

Doctor was determined. He had to fulfill the mission that the Entity had entrusted to him alone, a situation that made him feel flattered and euphoric, since the praise that he was the only one capable of doing it gave him a delicious excitement. But he wondered how to do it? He didn't see it in his dreams and being awake he couldn't touch it Perhaps by trying some special experiment on himself? It could be. But first he had to analyze what Freddy's power was really like and why he didn't see him in his dreams.

Herman walks into Freddy's kingdom where everything had changed. There was a light gray sky covered with clouds and a spring-like warmth along with a light breeze that made the grasses that were all over the kingdom move along with some pink and white flowers that stood out from the dark and destroyed nursery along with the old abandoned houses around. The best kept of the kingdom were the children's games, a sandbox with a small toy shovel and those flowers that gave a rather gloomy aspect to the place.

He walked into the nursery to see how much it had changed outside of the rituals and to his surprise, it had. Everything inside looked much more alive on the inside than the outside, as if it had never been abandoned giving the Doctor a strange discomfort as he had never been uncomfortable with anything. Knowing Freddy's past increased his displeasure even more but he had to go into Freddy's basement to find him, but he was nowhere to be found. As she wandered through the rooms, she found him making a tower out of wooden cubes, which looked just like the props he used in his rituals.

-What do you want Doc? I'm not sick and I don't want treatment

-Did you know he was here?

-Your breathing is very noisy, plus I can feel it when someone comes in.

-Why did you let me in?

-I can't ban you and that shit bothers me, you're basically immune to my powers.

-Mmm...I see

Herman approaches Freddy who kept making a tower of cubes, when he put the eighth cube, the Doctor knocked it down with one hand, giving him a clear sigh of rage but he could not scratch it because he could not touch it.

-Can you touch solid things then," Herman asked, picking up a bucket with the letter "C" on it.

-What the fuck do you care? -Since when do you want to know how I work?

-And you're not interested in knowing why I can see you and you can't enter my dreams?

-Freddy stares at Herman. He didn't trust him for absolutely nothing, his sick and psychopathic look was enough to let him know that he was a dangerous and unpredictable fucking killer, but he was also curious as to why not only could he see him, but he couldn't enter his dreams and he couldn't ban him from his realm either. With all the other assassins he could do that, he knew they all hated them for what he committed and for them to enter his realm would only fuel that hatred even more.

-No, I'm not interested. I just want you to be away from me

-Really? You're a lousy liar

-My shit is very simple: I don't fuck with you, don't fuck with me because I don't fuck with others, least of all you, now get out of here.

-Don't be so aggressive, I'm not looking for a fight with you, I just want to know and talk to you.

-Yes, yes I can do it. I can't touch living things even if they're not human, but I can touch solid things and it's purely because of my power. Happy? Now fuck off

-Oh, I see..." Herman stares at the whole room where Nightmare is standing. It looked totally different from the rituals, there were small colorful tables next to a chalk board, assorted toys and school supplies. Freddy picked up the cubes again and continued to make a tower out of them as the hours ticked by for everyone to sleep and watch their dreams.

-How do you see," Doctor asked Freddy as he looked at some corners and toys thrown on the floor.

-Mmm? What do you mean?

-Your vision -Doesn't you see normally?

-Why do you ask me that?

-Things in your nursery don't have normal colors, so I assume you don't see clearly being in the dream world either.

-What the fuck? That's none of your business.

Herman removes the gadgets from his face and smiles at him, Freddy looked at him seriously like a hawk stalking prey.

-Then it's a yes. You see gray, I guess?

-Go away, don't fuck with me again and leave me alone.

-Nice talking to you Nightmare....

The Doctor withdraws from Freddy's realm into his own with some answers but it wasn't enough. Nightmare on the other hand, while he could suffer no damage to his world, a nervousness ran down his spine to the core as it certainly made him uncomfortable that Doctor had an interest in him again. He knew he didn't mean well, he knew he was a dangerous kind of shit but he didn't know on what scale other than the rumors he heard from survivors and killers hanging out drinking, he listened to them from relatively close by in case they had something interesting to talk about.

He remembered that when the Entity brought him to his world, he was still in the nursery. But it was not HIS nursery, it had changed in everything but the warmth in his lair, his beloved Quentin was not there either and he soon discovered that another being was over the skies, something dark... Very powerful and hungry for sacrifices. Then he discovered other survivors snooping around the nursery, he had never seen them before and could only recognize Quentin who had befriended those survivors, especially a woman named ''Feng Min'', and some guys who were always together named ''Steve Harrington'' and ''Nancy Wheeler''. When he arrived, the Entity was very clear with him, but he had to go to the leader of the Killers, the man who had arrived first: Evan Mcmillan and he had to do it sleeping, since he was a Nightmare who would live only in the dreams of others and that's why his nickname ''The Nightmare''.

Evan found himself falling asleep in a cave near his mines thinking about what the Entity had said to him hours before

''A new Killer is coming and I need you to teach him the rules around here. He will appear while you are dreaming''.

Evan let out a laugh, he thought the Entity was being facetious, sarcastic or something, but no...It was literal.

He falls asleep and appears in his same lair lying down, but this time in a comfortable antique bed and a strange room that he had never seen or remembered. The vision was completely gray, ash particles could be seen in the air, along with a strange smell of burning wood and he could not distinguish day or night. He could not move his body, he could only look up and to the sides and realized that at a close distance a man was looking at him. To Evan he looked like a skinny scruffy guy, not as skinny as Hag, but he was skinny, he had one eye smaller than the other and the smaller eye had a crystal blue like glass and the other a slightly darker blue as if in the smaller eye he was more blind. His face had two huge burns on his cheeks which almost showed his jaws and gave him a melted look like candle wax. His clothing was a red and black striped sweater with normal dark pants. On his right hand was a glove with 4 claws and a felt hat hiding his bald and burnt head.

-You're the Trapper, aren't you?

-Yes... What the fuck? Who are you? -Come closer and I'll kill you!

Then Evan remembered what the Entity told him and apparently this was the killer that had just arrived in his world and he honestly did not expect the ''It will appear while you are dreaming'' to be so literal.

-You're the new Killer, aren't you?

The man nodded his head

-Well... Am I asleep?

-Yes, this is my power, I live in dreams.

-These killers are getting weirder and weirder. Can I move? I swear I won't hurt you, but I want to move out of this fucking bed.

The man made a motion with his hands and Evan was able to move, slowly he got up from the bed and walked slowly standing face to face with the new killer. He couldn't see him well in his position but now that he got a better look at him, unlike Bubba, Herman, Michael or Phillip, this guy was very small...Even smaller than average as he was less than 5'10", so he was below his shoulders and his build was even skinnier than he was by far. He wasn't young, you could tell he was someone in his late 40's or even early 50's and his voice was deep and a bit vibrant, as if smoke was coming out of his mouth. Evan was capable of throwing him away and snapping his hands like twigs but he kept his promise.

-My God HAHAHAHAHAHAHA You're a midget! Is the Entity in need of people who bring gremlins?

-I am not small...

-What is your name?

-Freddy Krueger

-What a shitty name, my friend... Your nickname?

-The Nightmare

-That sounds better. I'm Evan Mcmillan, also ''The Trapper'' Where are we?

-It's your room when you were 5 years old.

Evan rolled his eyes. Hearing this, he remembered the room when he was a child and the toys he had, along with his father who raised him in a stern and overprotective manner.

-What...? What the fuck am I doing here?

-It is your dream, I cannot change them or intervene in them... The Entity forbade me to do so.

-Shit... Can you change the locations or some shit like that? I want us to go somewhere to show you this shit.

Freddy again with his left hand lifts it up and changes the environment of the dream world under the mind of the dreamer that was Evan. They were now in one of Evan's realms, the estate where the mine was located on the outside and it was a very extensive map.

-Good, much better. Can you change the spaces then?

-Yes, but I am forbidden to do so.

-Well...I'll show you then.

Evan and Freddy spent a couple of hours learning about the rituals and rules within it. ''The lanterns can blind you, the pallets stun you, you must hang the survivors three times each'' blah blah blah. But that making the sacrifices was vital and if he didn't succeed, the Entity was going to torture him.

This happened many times. The Entity more than once pierced his body with its legs and even dismembered his arms or legs, only to recover instantly in the blink of an eye. That drove him crazy as it made him feel untouchable and it wasn't the idea to torture him with his reduced power either, it was practically bullshit. He wanted to see him functioning with his full powers but in the real world and he wanted the Doctor to quickly find some solution to do that...He believed in him.

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Herman was in his office thinking about how he could ''open'' the doors for Freddy to enter his dreams, maybe with some special drug but...He was immune to drugs and anesthetics due to the experiments he did with himself and the Entity was not going to help him for this, he had to do it alone but he didn't know how

Then he had an idea, he had to check his head and make changes in his brain and maybe this way he could open the door, it was necessary since it was the best way to see him and his true potential inside the dream. He really did not do this a long time ago, so if he did it now, it was for something very special...It was, the Entity entrusted him with something and even if he had not done it, sooner or later his thirst for knowledge would have been even greater than anything else and he would have done it. He asked the Entity not to call him for rituals until he had finished his task and analyzed if it worked, so the Entity agreed.

He was on one of the huge gurneys in the lab and was wearing a screen to get a good view of his head movements. He removed the metal pieces from his head and proceeded to cut it open without any anesthetic or pain reliever. Blood ran down his shoulders and a watery sound buzzed in his ears but he was used to it since it was not the first time he opened his head like that, it was like a game of putting together and taking apart toys and obviously his head knew it by heart. With a kind of Oscillating Saw he cuts his skull until he can see his brain with the naked eye. Now, he takes a pair of tweezers and with them he slightly moves his brain to insert a kind of metallic nail inside together with some small wires that hold it to pass electric current to it. With a bit of clumsiness he walks to a lever and adjusts the wire on it so that an electric current is passed directly to his brain...He turns the lever and a huge shock ran through his whole body making him scream and writhe. His eyes changed color to a bright red and he felt more excited than ever, he really hoped this had worked.

When he finished, he bandaged his head, which was covered in blood, but he didn't care about that at all. His madness and his thirst for knowledge were so great that he was willing to literally do anything to fulfill his desires and if it didn't work, he was going to continue until he achieved it. When he finished bandaging himself, he walked to a much bigger and more comfortable stretcher than the others, in the others he felt very small so he lay down on it and in his mind he only wished he could open the doors to Freddy so he could enter his dreams. Could he call him in that state? Was he different? What abilities did he have in there? Why did the Entity want him so much? In these thoughts he quickly fell asleep.

When he awoke, he was not in the laboratory. He was in Springwood and the view was so strange that even being him it was difficult to see everything well. The view was completely gray, the sky was cloudy and it was not clear whether it was day or night. This time, the kingdom was more flowery than last time, the breeze was more powerful and there was a delightfully spring-like freshness, a calm mood for the owner of the kingdom, who was watering some colorful flowers...The Doctor didn't know what colors they really were, nothing in that place had color, except Freddy's clothes which were strangely the only colorful thing in the place.

Freddy was watering when he hears an annoying gasping breath, he had heard that breath before and it was the sound he least wanted to hear again, so when he heard it again, he felt like a bucket of cold water in his small and burned body. He looks back in slow motion and it was what he didn't want to see. The Doctor smiling at him with that same sick psycho face as always, with those crappy contraptions and those eyes lit up from too much stimulation he had received.

-What the...?" was all Freddy managed to whisper fearfully. The kingdom had vanished and Herman felt as if he had fallen off a cliff into a dark and empty abyss where he could hear the sounds of clocks striking the morning alarm. The Doctor awoke and when he looked at the time, only 20 minutes had passed since his last dream.

He laughs madly, he had made it and could see Nightmare in his dreams so he had to come up with the next plan.

• Drawing made by @AlliceLL331011

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III SENSATIONS

Freddy after what happened with Herman was more upset than ever. Because of this, he had amazingly fulfilled most of the sacrifices in the rituals that the Entity had sent him, causing him some strangeness but gratitude at the same time. He had never seen Nightmare so arduous in completing the sacrifices and showing no mercy in eliminating them, he looked like another Killer even. Doctor was the same, as he had improved his sacrifices considerably and was again enjoying his electric shocks with the same laughter as always, both were doing a good job and the Entity knew the reason for the Doctor's euphoria and Nightmare's anger.

-I see you managed to see him in your dreams, didn't you, Doctor?" the Entity asked, caressing Herman's body with its paws and sniffing under his hospital gown.

-Yes, I was able to do it and I saw it in Springwood.

-Very good... You have advanced very well my dear. Now only the final step is missing and I will give you the eight hours I promised you to experiment with it.

-Your Majesty... Why do you want it?

-For the same reason you have right now... You know you are not doing this simply because of my orders, you also want to discover their powers.

The Entity was not wrong. Ever since the Doctor met Nightmare and learned of his abilities he found him to be a curious and amazing killer, so much so that he even felt they looked a bit alike. Both played with the minds of the survivors, both could summon false platforms, both had burns on their bodies but Herman to a lesser degree than Freddy.

While Freddy had burns so severe that you could see his jaw or look like a melted candle or lasagna, Herman's burns were much more superficial and were mostly on his arms. Both arms and his face had burns similar to scalding with boiling water and stood out mostly because of the red on his dark skin. His muscular arms full of wires, his hands where you could clearly notice small wires simulating veins made him farther and farther from looking like a human being, but he was. The Entity gave him the poetic ability to handle electricity at will thanks to a device embedded in his heart, so the power of the discharges depended on his mood and heart rate. Other than that, he was never afraid to show his body unlike Nightmare, who always wore his sweater and felt hat trying to hide his burns and face. His dream world where everything was dark was purely to hide his pitiful and hideous appearance a little better. He was a striking being with a power as curious as dangerous. How was he able to kill people in their dreams? He knew everyone's past because he could see their dreams and their minds thanks to that ability? It was unbelievable. If he had had that ability while torturing spies he would have made enormous discoveries and would have been able to develop even faster the panacea for mind control that he had sought so much. He didn't deny that the other assassins had amazing abilities, like Sally who could walk through walls, Adiris with his vomit that caused infection or himself who produced that electric shock that could cover 32 meters, but a Killer who took advantage of your most vulnerable moment to kill you and make you lose your sanity little by little while you sleep was something he needed to understand and investigate.

Freddy on the other hand, was in his realm within the dream world and the atmosphere had changed drastically. The flowers he previously tended were with fallen petals and the nursery looked as disastrous as if a hurricane had passed over it, matching the mood he was in at the moment even though he had completed the rituals with the sacrifices almost complete.

The Entity had appeared in his basement while he was lying down and approached his ear.

-What's the matter, Nightmare? Is the Doctor that bad for you?

-That son of a bitch... I'm sick of him.

-But it helped you to make good rituals, didn't it?

-Can you tell me what you want from me?

-Why don't you ask him? Are you such a coward not to ask him yourself? You're pathetic

-Go blow him, because you seem to love that bastard," Freddy replied to the Entity with a look of anger at the way the Entity was treating him. Okay, he knew what he had done... But others were even worse than Nightmare and didn't have the shitty treatment he had and the Entity was getting more and more fed up with Freddy's arrogant attitude.

-Be thankful I can't punish you for your disrespect Nightmare, I swear I would make you suffer so much you would regret you were born.

-Are you not satisfied when you run me through with your filthy paws when I fail in the rituals?

-No, because you can regenerate quickly. If it were up to me you would be a month without being able to move, squirming like a worm.

-Yeah, whatever... What the fuck does the Doctor want from me?

-Ask him , he's waiting for you tonight.

The Entity disappeared from Freddy's basement leaving him with a huge doubt inside his head. Waiting for him that night? In the sense of waiting for him awake or asleep? Fear and curiosity flooded his head as he wanted to be away from the Doctor, but at the same time know what the fuck he wanted from him. He was the dream demon, he was invincible in his world so he thought that if he went in the dream world he couldn't do any kind of harm to him, he could basically do anything in his world, even transform himself into whatever he wanted. Freddy because of this, did not feel hunger, thirst, sleep, pain or sexual desires since in his world those things were nonexistent. Only once had he left the dream world to live with Phillip, he was the only one he talked to because although he knew his past, he did not judge any of the killers because he was an incredibly good person after all. Freddy based on dreams knew who really deserved to be in that place and who didn't...Lisa was just a woman who was eaten alive by cannibals, Rin was just a college student with a huge pressure from her family and was there because of the pact she made to get revenge on her father, Charlotte was always persecuted for being a Siamese accused of being a demon...Phillip didn't deserve to be there either, he was a poor kid in the middle of a war who was deceived and because of this he committed those crimes. Hillbily was another one, a poor deformed child removed from society and treated like an animal by his parents who should have protected him, who wouldn't have been transformed by this? Instead, he deserved what happened to him in spite of everything because deep down he did not regret what he did, Herman does not regret what he did either and that is as clear as water.

-Did you see my past?" Phillip asked Freddy as they drank a bottle of beer at the scrapyard.

-Yes," said Freddy, also drinking a glass of beer, "I haven't tasted this for a long time.

-What is the world of dreams like?

-Similar to a field, but in gray mode and you can manipulate reality And your change of plane or whatever you do?

-Heavy...I see better and move much faster, but it's painful to be honest and I'm too susceptible to light, more so than anyone else.

-I understand...Your power is great, being invisible and being able to scare everyone.

-It is, but at least you can manipulate things. I've heard from the survivors that you can put up blood pallets.

-Yes, traps too, but I have to choose between traps or pallets. To my taste I prefer the pallets

-Hey Nightmare...

-Mmm?

-You know everyone hates you, don't you?

-Yes, and I really don't give a shit. I don't get involved with anyone here, some may see me in their dreams but it's not like I always show up.

-At least the Doctor likes you....

Freddy looked seriously at Phillip, as if what he had said was the worst thing anyone had ever said to him.

-What did you say?

-That the Doctor seems to like you... Is something wrong?

-I don't trust that bastard at all.

-No one really trusts him, except Evan," Phillip replied, drinking the last of the beer in the bottle.

-Another bastard

-Don't be like that with him," Phillip replied, looking at him with clear annoyance.

-I know that he and you...

-Don't say it, okay? We only have sex once in a while

-Haha, well, I won't say anything about him," replied Freddy who got up to leave.

-Are you leaving?

-Yes, they will start to sleep and I must enter the world of dreams, thanks for the beer.

Freddy disappears like a trail of blood leaving Phillip staring at the bottle wishing for another but he preferred to leave it at that. He walks to his cabin to get some sleep, although it was only a bottle, he could slightly notice his drunkenness so he quickly fell asleep leaving his bell next to him for good luck.

After that conversation, Freddy tried to move further away from the Doctor, but as if by magic, he always found him wherever he was, as if he was following him, which made him feel more and more uncomfortable with his presence.

-Can you tell me what the fuck you want," Freddy shouted in annoyance as he stood in the basement of his nursery.

-I just want to talk to you, that's all," Herman replied, staring at him with those illuminated blue eyes.

-Don't you have anything better to do? No patients to check on or something?

-Why don't you come over and we'll talk, you're in the dream world so I can't hurt you, right?

-I have no fucking interest in talking to you Doctor, I want you to leave me alone because I'm not fucking with you.

-Why don't you want to enter my dreams? Are you so afraid of me?

-I'm not afraid of anyone, I'm not interested in your dreams, please stop bothering me.

The Doctor approaches Freddy, coming within inches of him. The difference in size between the two was incredibly noticeable, causing Freddy's stomach to churn even though he clearly couldn't do anything to it.

-I just want to meet you Nightmare, you are the least notorious Killer of all with a great skill set.

''Damn it'' Freddy thought as he looked closely at the Doctor with that annoying and noisy breathing. It was likely that those contraptions on his face were causing his breathing to be so agitated as if he was making a huge effort to get oxygen into his nostrils, unlike him, who had very soft breathing as if he was asleep with a slight snore even though his lungs were full of soot and he was clearly of an older age than the Doctor.

-I'm not interested in talking to you Herman, or you or anyone else in this shitty place as it's not my thing.

-Seriously? What about Wraith?

Freddy froze. How did he know he'd talked to Phillip? Did he tell him? Was he spying on him? It was kind of creepy and psycho, worse than The Shape even.

-How do you know...?

-I know a lot about everyone, Mr. Nightmare," replied the Doctor with a smile that did not show through his mouth hooks.

-Stop your bullshit Herman, I'm serious.

-Yes? What are you going to do? Are you going to attack me while I'm sleeping?

Freddy felt his eyes fill with blood from rage. He was capable of it, but he felt that the Doctor was provoking him to go to his dreams and that was what he should avoid doing.

-No... Leave me alone, damn it!

Who would expect it from a so-called ''Demon''?

-Say whatever the fuck you want, motherfucker, leave me alone and don't come near me.

Freddy disappeared with a wave of his left hand and left the nursery. Deep down he was nervous and scared, he didn't know the scale of madness that idiot had and he didn't know what he was capable of doing in order to accomplish his task. There was no other Killer to bother? No survivor to fuck with? Damn it, he had never felt ''powerless'' against another killer like him, despite being ''stronger'' than him.

Herman, on the other hand, was more and more convinced that sooner or later he would go to him. His patience in some things was as great as his ability to annoy people, the Entity watched these events from the sky and also thought the same as Herman...Freddy would sooner or later go to his dream to end this shit since he unlike the Doctor, had much less temper and when something bothered him, he could be a beast and he proved that in the rituals he was doing in this last time. A huge winning streak and many souls taken into the Entity's stomach making him stronger and stronger, even enough to be able to manipulate Freddy's world and subdue him for his constant disrespect, but...He had to wait. I had to let the Doctor take care of the matter and be as much of a ball buster as only he could be, I think he and Cenobite were one of the most annoying of the Killers, although the Entity didn't show as much interest in Pinhead as he only went there when he had to go to rituals and didn't have as much trouble taking everyone, the survivors would rather commit suicide on the hooks than face him being something of a curiosity. The same thing happened with Sally or Talbot, who being in good spirits or annoyed, had no mercy with the survivors and also preferred to commit suicide than to face them.

The days passed and Nightmare always felt a gaze in the distance watching the back of his head in a wild and almost threatening way. Not even in the world of dreams was he safe from that gaze when he was watching the dreams of others, dreams that for most of the Killers were clearly nightmares of their sins or past sorrows, which to the demon of dreams gave him power. More than once the Killers wanted to beat him because they slept so badly many times and in their own nightmares they complained to him, but Freddy had nothing to do with that unfortunately... All that happened in their own minds and he could not do anything else but make them sleep when they needed it, which he sometimes did when he saw that someone had insomnia and waved his hand to make them fall into a sleep so deep that not even an earthquake could wake them up.

Needless to say, Freddy tried to put the Doctor to sleep. He saw him sitting in his office and hiding like a cat he waved his left hand to make him sleep, but nothing happened, he was totally immune to his powers and that made him even more nervous.

-Uh, too bad, Dear Nightmare," replied the Doctor, getting up from his chair and slowly approaching Freddy, who did not move.

-Why?...What are you doing to avoid being affected by my power?

Doctor, who was without his gadgets, looked at him with a wicked, beaming smile, which made Freddy tingle with nervousness, he felt weak and hated feeling that way because he knew he wasn't, but in front of him it was something else.

-You know what you have to do to find out," Herman replied in such a relaxed tone that Freddy had never heard him like that before, he even sounded almost human, did he? No, he couldn't relax, he was a bastard Killer after all.

-He knew that soon curiosity would win him over and he would go to his dreams, he had to prepare himself.

After days of hesitation on Nightmare's part, he decided to listen to his thoughts that were eating him up inside, he had to know the reason why Herman was immune to his powers. According to the Entity, he had nothing to do with the ability to be immune to his powers and if he wanted to know so badly, he had to take the risk of finding out.

And so it was. One night when Freddy saw that everyone was sleeping, he decided to do it. With his power he viralized a huge hotel-like hallway with many doors on the sides, each with its own shape representing each Killer that was in the realm of the Entity. Evan's he imagined as a huge silver door with a bear paw shaped handle, Amanda's, a huge black metal door similar to the boxes she uses in her rituals and traps, Anna a broken wooden door with an axe simulating her destrals. He could enter each door and review like a play the dreams of each one, the feeling of this was ''light'' or ''relax'' like walking on a wet sand and a sparkling sea next to a sea breeze, or that perception Freddy had when he was in that mode analyzing everyone's dreams and at least they seemed normal. Evan dreamed he fucked Phillip in his cave, nothing unusual really, he dreamed of sex or he dreamed of his father's old man. Amanda always dreamed she was crouched under a grave with beautiful white flowers looking crestfallen at a marble headstone that was on that grave ''John Kramer'' it said there. Rin always dreamed of how she was going to kill her father, Anna always dreamed she was a little girl walking through a snow covered forest holding hands with another woman, possibly her mother.

He walked down the hallway slowly and Herman's door had appeared. It was a completely white door, with blood stains and a small glass to be able to observe, but inside it was very dark and could not be distinguished. Freddy swallows saliva and opens the Doctor's door and to his surprise, there was practically nothing there. He expected chaos, people being tortured, electricity, psychopathic laughter, torturing machines, crying and pleading, but no...there was none of that. Just a dark open field completely empty, with nothing but a cold breeze and grass covering his feet.

Something was wrong with this, Nightmare sensed it.

A flash of blue looked in the distance, it was the Doctor slowly approaching him preparing his treatment stick and electricity.

-Finally, you showed up..." answered the Doctor with a laugh.

Freddy did not take this tone of voice well and prepared his gloved hand to attack.

The Doctor threw an electric shock all over the area, but Freddy didn't feel anything with that. He quickly ran like a huge feline towards Herman and stabbed him in his abdomen being a totally unexpected act for the Doctor, he did not expect him to be so agile.

-Freddy answered and kicked his stomach so hard that it threw him several meters backwards.

-You're a lot of fun... Will you play seriously with me then?

Freddy doesn't take that question well, apparently the Doctor was very confident and it was getting on his nerves.

He turns to Herman and this time stabs his throat, to get him to stop talking so much crap, but the Doctor doesn't back down. As Freddy tries to pull his claws out of the Doctor's neck, the Doctor grabs his arms and with tremendous force throws him to the floor but it has no effect on him as he was not damaged in his world.

-You can't hurt me here, you bastard, I'll do to you in the real world what I hurt you in my world.

The blood ran down the Doctor's neck and far from feeling threatened, he felt more excited than ever...It had been a long time since he had felt so completely liberated.

-The Doctor laughed, Freddy didn't know if he was being too trusting or if he was just too crazy to distinguish reality from reality.

Freddy tries to change the environment, but does not succeed, which makes him hesitate and Herman takes advantage of that second of doubt. He hits Freddy with his treatment stick hard in the ribs and throws him through the air, making him stay on the ground frozen by that attack that although it did not hurt him, he did not really expect it.

-Play seriously, dear. Isn't that your world?

Freddy summons a huge pool of blood and out of it come hands that grab the Doctor's arms and legs, causing him to fall to his knees.

He approaches the Doctor and with his gloves stabs him repeatedly in his stomach, causing the Doctor to start vomiting blood.

-Are you satisfied with this shit? You know you're insignificant here and I can tear you apart in the blink of an eye.

-Haha, you're such a coward that you're not able to do it, how long did it take you to come, weeks? You and I are a lot alike, I also like small and weak people, but at least I'm not so pathetic.

Freddy was fed up with this guy, but those words again left his mind in doubt What the fuck was he saying? Doubts the Doctor noticed again, his intention had been achieved. At the moment Freddy goes to stab him for the last time, he couldn't move, it was as if time had frozen for a thousandth of a second. The Doctor manages to free himself from the hands of blood that held him and grabs Freddy by the jaw.

-Did you know that my mental power is so high that I can manipulate my own dream at will? That's why you could never enter my dreams and your powers are immune against me.

His blue eyes change color to a blood red and he launches an electric shock of red that felt so strong that the pasts of the two exchanged with each other. Freddy could see in a second many images of the Doctor's past, when he was young, when he was a prodigy in psychology and medicine, when he proved to be a brilliant mind and a threat, when his madness took over his body and soul.

The Doctor saw Freddy's past, when he was young, when he was homeless, when he lived in the basement of the daycare and played hide-and-seek with children, when he screamed and pleaded with a mob of angry parents that he had done nothing wrong and his body burned in front of them doing nothing....

Neither of them expected that, but the Doctor reacted first, waking up to the real world and brought Freddy with him. He gave him such a hard shove that Freddy crashed into a wall of the cold white laboratory, feeling pain after many years. He staggered and barely got up from the floor and looked all around at the change of environment, it was no longer gray, everything was a vivid white color, a cold air rushing through his open burns. After a long time he felt pain and felt cold...He felt his skin quickly cool down as he was very sensitive to low temperatures and also looked at the man walking towards him covered in blood and eyes full of madness along with an excitement never seen before.

I was no longer in the dream world, I was in the real world.

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IV INVESTIGATION

Freddy was still staggering and looking into the distance at the Doctor, who was slowly and dangerously approaching him. His hospital gown covered in the Doctor's blood and his throat was dripping with that warm red liquid, along with his treatment stick and his left hand lifting it to proceed with a powerful electric shock to twist Nightmare's body which was not yet fully aware of what was really going on and why she was no longer in the dream world. He looked around and could only feel an icy breeze that combined with the dark and gloomy environment of Lerry's laboratory, which felt like you could hear the screams of all those Herman had tortured until they were unusable and Freddy could be another '' patient'' more on that list.

She had to avoid it, she couldn't allow herself to fall into his hands so easily.

-What the fuck? Why are you doing this!? The Entity has forbidden you this!

-Do you see the Entity here? It's just you and me- The Doctor answered smiling in a sick and excited way- Come and have fun with me

Freddy looked at him in horror. He knew that in the real world he was much weaker than in the dream world, but he had to do something.

The Doctor released an electric shock that made Freddy's stomach cramp. With his hands he covered himself and at that moment Herman kicks him in the ribs hard enough to launch him back into one of the white walls. When Freddy crashes, he feels pain again, a feeling that made him desperate since he hadn't felt it for years.

-It feels like I'm kicking a ball of yarn...- Herman replied laughing- Poor little thing. Are you so weak here?

Freddy was on the ground trying to regain his balance but the Doctor grabs his body by the ankle and with enormous force grabs him through the air and stamps him on the ground. Freddy felt how that blow severely stunned him and his head began to ooze blood, he wasn't used to bleeding either

-Hmm? Too light to take, you're a bag of feathers

The Doctor raises Freddy's body again by lifting it by the neck and at that moment, Freddy reacts by giving him a strong kick in the face that makes him drop. His hooks went out of their area and the Doctor turned to see Freddy, his eyes, nose and mouth had a slight bleeding. He didn't expect Nightmare to react so quickly despite kicking him into the wall. That little second, Freddy took advantage of it to run as fast as he could and hide around the laboratory, which made Doctor even more excited as a little game before the real fun

-You are very fast and agile like a little cat, right Nightmare? - Herman spoke as he walked through the laboratory corridors, adjusting his vision to be able to see better

-Where are you?...Do you want to play hide-and-seek?

"Damn shit" Freddy thought as he ran and tried to hide from the Doctor, who this time used his clones to find him

-Come on...Come and play with me, if you go out I could have a little mercy on you because if I find you, it will be worse for you. You don't want to make me angry, right?

Freddy looked everywhere, he needed to find a way out of that place as soon as possible before the Doctor found him.

Suddenly another powerful electric shock erupted from the ground causing him to squirm again worse than before, but he didn't scream. That shock felt as if her muscles were contracting, something similar to a cramp throughout her body that made him fall and turn from side to side in pain.

-Oh... That discharge was very powerful and you didn't scream, I know you haven't left here since my clones are guarding the areas, I'll take you seriously when I find you

Nightmare barely crawled to a locker and due to his small build managed to hide inside. She listened to the Doctor's footsteps very close to him and covered his mouth so that his breathing would not be heard so loudly. All or most of the killers had much stronger breathing than the survivors, some to a greater or lesser extent but at least Freddy was one of the quietest breathers, making him more unpredictable and would have been even stronger with the power of stealth, but he didn't have it. The Doctor did not have his hearing as developed as Freddy's, so finding him based on that was going to be more difficult.

-Where are you Freddy?...Come on, go out and play with me...

Herman stood and stared at the two lockers where one of them was Freddy, he slowly approached the one next to him

-Are you so small that you can enter them as a survivor?

He yanks open the locker door making Freddy jump in panic, but he doesn't make a sound. He covers his mouth even tighter and stops breathing so as not to make any kind of noise and it seemed to work as Herman walked away and left the room heading to another.

Freddy stayed inside until his muscles could react enough for him to keep walking and look for a way out. He slowly left the locker and closed the doors softly so as not to make any noise and kept looking until he found a hole between a wall, it wasn't very big but if he tried he might be able to escape, he had to take that risk at least not to fall into it. Doctor's hands.

He tries to escape by crouching down and tries to insert his body into the hole, but a hand grabs him from his back and easily throws him backwards, knocking him to the ground.

-Oops, very close Nightmare...I knew you were going to come here

-Leave me alone damn it! What the fuck do you want from me?

-I already told you, I want to play with you... Ever since I saw you, you seem very interesting to me and I want you to be my patient

-Let me go fucking crazy! Why does the Entity allow you to do that?

The Doctor goes to take Freddy in his arms, but this time Freddy reacts by stabbing his hand and kicking his face again, but this time the Doctor stops her with one hand.

-How do you have so much strength? You're just a Doctor...

Herman with a squeeze hears a crack in Nightmare's ankle, he had broken his ankle and this made him scream loudly.

-Uh, you're much more fragile than I thought. It hurts to break a bone right?

Nightmare as a last attempt, he puts his claws into both of the Doctor's eyes, which made them bleed and the Doctor also screamed and covered his face with his hands.

-Oh! Damn fucking nightmare!

Perhaps Herman had underestimated Freddy too much, he was a murderer despite everything. Freddy with all his strength punches the Doctor's face with his bare hand one by one.

"Are you having fun now, son of a bitch?" Freddy asked as he continued to hit him with his fist.

-LOL! More than ever!-He laughed and the Doctor blindly hits him in the stomach with his treatment stick. He was so strong that he spilled blood and fell to the ground.

Freddy in a last attempt, recovered his broken leg and runs to the body of the Doctor covered in blood and is going to stab him, but when he touches him he goes through him and wonders what the hell was happening: He was a clone. At what point had he changed?

He receives a strong knee again in his side. This hit was even stronger than he had received with his treatment stick and knocked him off balance, even making it hard for him to breathe. Freddy looked up and saw the real Herman looking at him with burning anger and his eyes red from blood and from the same anger along with enormous excitement.

Freddy was exhausted. Being materialized in the real world used up the same or even more energy than others and using his demonic abilities to regenerate his wounds also made her very tired.

The Doctor sat on Freddy's legs and also began to punch him in the face with all the rage he had accumulated. Six or seven punches to the face were enough for him to bleed profusely and gradually stop moving, but that wasn't enough for Herman. Freddy in a last attempt tries to stab him but the Doctor holds his hand and gives him the strongest electric shock he had ever produced, according to his inner rage and the excitement he had from all this. Nightmare cries out in his hoarse voice and his body contorts in spasms under the Doctor's massive body, but the Doctor doesn't stop until he realizes that Freddy has closed his eyes and stopped moving. His body stopped spasming and went rigid on the cold ground, he had been knocked unconscious due to the power of the discharge and the Doctor looks at him carefully, he looks at his bloodied body and that the ankle he had broken was already healthy, seeming incredible to him, so he had to act fast. Unlike the previous times, in which he beat him so brutally, this time with clear care he took his body in his arms and carried him to the center where a huge stretcher was ready to begin.

Freddy wakes up thinking that it had all been a strange dream, but it wasn't. He looked up to the sky and there was a huge white light near his face and trying to move he couldn't. He looked to the sides and realized that he was tied to the stretcher by his hands and feet, making it impossible for him to move. He struggles with the restraints but they were strong enough not to break even though Freddy also had superhuman strength. He also felt his body lighter and he didn't have his clothes on, he only had a hospital gown on which made the cold from the lab enter his burns and his skin was cold as a corpse. Despite the blows he received, you only had the blood stains on his body, but his wounds had already disappeared. But he still felt a deep exhaustion and an abysmal cold coursing through his body. Freddy didn't understand why he was in this situation or why the Entity didn't stop the Doctor, since one of the rules was that fighting between them was forbidden and the Doctor couldn't experiment on them either.

-I see you woke up dear Freddy

It was the Doctor who was staring at him, the wounds on his eyes had healed but the others were still there

Freddy's panic slowly increased and his pulse did too. He hadn't felt those feelings since an angry mob followed him to an abandoned plant. How many years have passed since that? Quite maybe, but I'd never forget it

"Why are you doing this, Doctor?" Freddy asked in a whisper. He couldn't or rather he wasn't able to swear like he always did, he felt trapped and no matter how much he struggled, nothing came of it.

The Doctor approaches Freddy's body and lifts his robe until he sees a completely naked body except for the socks he was wearing.

The sight was interesting: he wasn't totally burned as the Doctor thought, he had burns of course, but unlike his, they were in sections and some were very deep but others very superficial. Except for the burns, Freddy's skin was very white and his body was much thinner than what you see with the jersey on, so with both hands he easily wrapped around his hips. He had nipples and the largest burns appeared to be on his face, head, necks and hands. Freddy tried to struggle and yelled at the Doctor to stop, but... It wasn't going to happen.

-Please...let me go...I haven't done anything to you or the others- Freddy answered this time with a more pleading tone. Herman smiled with such an exquisite change

"Do you think I'm doing this out of revenge or because of your past?" No, I'm just doing it because you look fun and I'm the lucky one to find out how your body works in the real world. Exciting isn't it?

-Stop...The Entity is forbidden...

-It was the Entity that asked me too- Herman smiled pleased.

-What are you saying? The body?

-Oh, yes... He told me that if I managed to get you out of your world, he would let me experiment or do whatever I want with you practically for eight hours and I will make the most of it, I will quench all my thirst with you

-Herman, stop...I'm asking you please- Freddy's voice sounded like a delight to his ears eager to hear pleas and heartbreaking screams

-Oh...Is that how the children asked for help?-

-Nope...

-Well... What will I start with first?, ah, yes. I love listening to your cute tone of voice, but the truth is that it will really distract me so I'll gag your mouth while.

Herman forces Freddy to open his mouth and inserts a handkerchief and covers it with duct tape. He was not Herman's favorite but he was not very willing to look for something more appropriate. Time was running out and he only had seven hours to play with his little lab rat.

-Very good, you look much better like this. What could I start with? Oh, your scars and your skin interest me a lot. Are you very sensitive?

The Doctor touches the huge scars on Freddy's cheeks with his fingers. He felt as if he were touching raw, moist meat, giving the back of his neck a momentary tingle. Freddy shook his head with clear discomfort that his scars were touched.

-I see you don't like being touched by your scars. Does it hurt?

Freddy made a move where he was clearly shaking his head. Herman moved closer to his cheek and licked it, which made Nightmare look disgusted and look at him with revulsion.

-It tastes like blood, interesting... What about your body? The Doctor touched Freddy's body and it was surprisingly cold, like a reptile. He touched each of Freddy's burns, noticing that some were dry and the deepest ones looked a very peculiar bright red color, as if they were still fresh and shone through the whiteness of their skin.

-Your burns are very different from mine... What about the sensitivity of your skin?

Freddy's eyes showed his pleas, to please leave him alone, to let him go and swore never to see him again, but the Doctor felt more and more liberated, it reminded him of old times when he could torture people piecework without fear of reprisals and this time he returned to the same.

Herman had many instruments of torture at his disposal, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Take a large bag of ice cubes from the table, as well as a flammable material and a lighter.

-What do you prefer? Ice or fire?

Freddy shook his head, shaking his head in panic. From the look on his face, it was clear that he was much more afraid of the cold than the heat.

-Well, ice it will be- Herman smiled happily, he breaks the bag and throws the ice cubes over his body, causing Freddy to scream even though he was gagged and try to move to remove the cubes from his body. He felt how that cold entered his skin and burned even worse than the fire itself. The Doctor was pleased looking at the scene

-I see that the cold weakens you a lot, right? Is that why your shitty basement is so warm? I hate him for that, I hate the heat.

Freddy moaned with clear discomfort as the ice melted, spreading more on his body, which clearly made him start to tremble, feeling all this from one moment to another generated an excessive amount of information to his brain, so it was as if everything felt worse.

-Mmm, I always thought you were horrible, much uglier than me since you're an old man and all that but... Physically you don't look bad and I love seeing you shake

Freddy looked at Herman asking for this to stop. What else did you want to know about him? Why was she so curious about his body and his abilities? Did the Entity really ask you? It was all real shit.

-Another interesting thing is that I fractured your ankle and it's already healed, that's incredible, isn't it? My wounds still haven't healed, only my eyes and it was because the Entity healed me. Shit, right? Hmm... I'll try again but this time somewhere else

Herman looks at Freddy's body and directs his gaze to his right arm. Freddy asked him not to do it

-This is for bursting my eyes dear Nightmare

With a movement of his hands and his superhuman strength he fractured his forearm and you could see how his bone came out of place along with the sound of a crack like a dry branch breaking. Tears ran from Nightmare's body that he felt all this worse than the others since he was not used to feeling anything.

-Very well, with a stopwatch I will see how long it takes to regenerate your broken bone. What do you think?

The Doctor took the seconds in which Freddy regenerated from the fracture. It took him exactly 48 seconds after the fracture for him to return his place and it would be totally new. Herman was clearly surprised at the speed of Nightmare's recovery despite being in the real world, but he could see that Freddy was pale and increasingly haggard. Apparently regenerating caused him enormous physical exhaustion and feeling everything also caused him enormous mental fatigue. Herman felt victorious in discovering someone or "something" that was far from human even though he had the body of one.

Were his organs still human? Were they healthy organs or were they organs damaged by carbon monoxide and burns? It was something I had to find out.

-Wow, your regeneration is incredibly fast Freddy, I am very happy to witness this... A broken bone takes forty-eight seconds to regenerate and you are very sensitive to cold, you are also fast and have good hearing, better than mine but you have visual difficulties since your world is very dark...Mmm...This is amazing. What about your organs? I am a Doctor and it is my duty to review them, don't you think?

Freddy was trembling with teary eyes, along with dark circles under his eyes that were very noticeable despite his body as burned as lasagna. He knew that there was no point in pleading with his eyes and that the Entity come to his aid, he was alone with a psychopath thirsty for knowledge and the only thing left to do was wait... Wait for the eight hours to pass and for Herman to finish research what you wanted.

The Doctor picks up a scalpel along with a syringe, which injects a clear liquid into Freddy's body.

-You know? When I was in the CIA, I once cut a man open and could see his organs function while he was conscious! I made this medicine special for that! But...Unfortunately I didn't last long alive as I hadn't perfected my treatment techniques yet...But you can't die!

So... I injected you with this medicine so that you are conscious and can see your organs with me. Aren't you curious about your body?

Freddy looked at Herman and didn't make any movement, that annoyed Herman who took a pair of scissors and stabbed them into the palm of Nightmare's right hand.

-Please don't be rude and answer my question, I hate rudeness

Freddy with red eyes from the uncontrollable plain that came out, nodded. He just wanted this shit to be over and the Doctor could satisfy his fucking curiosity.

-Oh...You're accommodating, I like that...Children are like that, right? They like to please their elders and teach them to be obedient. Will you be obedient to me?

Nightmare knew what he meant. She knew that she was referring to the acts she had committed in the past with her dear children from the nursery, Herman saw it too. He saw how he loved them in a sick and twisted way, that he abused them and enjoyed hurting them with his gloves... He enjoyed seeing their soft, pink and baby-fat skin wounds, it gave him a pleasure that he had never seen in his Fifty years? He had never felt. Especially dear Nancy... Her favorite little girl of his, who always sat on her lap and took her to his ''special lair'' where they ''played'' more and more often until they ratted him out, breaking her secret and betrayed him. Freddy really felt part of those children and his betrayal was what woke him up and transformed him into the demon of dreams. The Doctor and the Nightmare were bastards,

The Doctor takes a pencil and begins to trace Nightmare's body to analyze where he was going to cut. After that, he takes the scalpel and starts to cut into his stomach and a gasp comes from Freddy's throat along with frantic movements of limbs, but the Doctor doesn't stop. Even because of the Nightmare Pain, he ends up urinating, wetting the gown and the stretcher, the Doctor bites his lips at such a beautiful spectacle, he even felt that his body had begun to warm up before this beauty. He really was happy and thanked the Entity and Freddy for giving him such a beautiful detail, maybe even at the end he would give him a reward.

The Doctor looks at Freddy's organs with difficulty, since his body regenerated even faster than bones, this regeneration took perhaps 20 seconds to appear, making organ inspection very difficult. The only thing he can see clearly is his black lungs, as if he had smoked for forty years and other organs with severe burns, so his body was indeed as he died. It was really something strange since he in the dream world could transform into anything. Why was he in that state then? How would it have been Nightmare without dying burned? Sure, he was clearly misshapen from the burns now, but still, it wasn't some gruesome filth you'd throw up at the sight of her. No, he did look slightly attractive after all and he didn't have a bad body. Thin and white as a piece of paper which somewhat improved its appearance. Well, Herman wasn't such a demanding person, nor was he the most handsome of the Killers, so that made him feel more like Freddy, although of course, not so pathetic.

The Doctor after six continuous hours of checking every part of Freddy's body, realizes that he only had one hour left to finish before the Entity came and he had discovered many things. His bones took forty-eight seconds to regenerate, his wounds depending on the depth twenty seconds or less. Regenerating his arm if you rip it off took three minutes, and his eyes thirty seconds, so he was the killer with the fastest regeneration of all, faster than him even, which seemed incredible to him.

Freddy felt exhausted, about to throw up, his eyes were teary and he was shaking. He wasn't shaking with fear or pain, he was shaking with cold. A debilitating cold that pierced his bones and he felt like his skin was being pricked by many cold needles, being a pain even worse than having his abdomen completely ripped open. The Doctor looked at Freddy who had his body cold, wet and trembling as if he were a wet cat, he insisted that he didn't look so bad after all.

-Oh, Nightmare... You were very accommodating to me, so you deserve something good.

Freddy looked at Herman, who caressed his calves and then his thighs, untying his feet. He would have tried to fight him off kicking him, but he had no strength. His strength was lost not only in the fight, but also in regenerating his body to feel as little pain as possible.

-Tell me... Have you had sex here before?

Freddy shakes his head.

-Oh... I must imagine that you have never done it with a man, right?

Freddy began to move frantically. It was obvious that he had never done it with another man and he didn't want to do it with someone like the Doctor, he was the worst person ever.

-Oh come on, don't do that, I'm not that bad.

The Doctor stands between Freddy's legs and grabs each leg under his arms so he can't move them. He lifts the bathrobe damp with water and urine, highlighting his small white penis which for obvious reasons wasn't even close to being erect.

-You always seemed like a pathetic and skinny old man who deserved nothing more than an exemplary punishment for what you did, but I'm nobody to judge, you know? Now that I see you more closely, you're not so bad after all- Herman smiled, excited by the sight he had under his eyes. A tearful, shivering, cold, decrepit guy begging for a little warmth as the ice and icy wind of the lab entered every pore of his body.

Nightmare looked up at the Doctor with a panic he had never felt before. He felt humiliated, weak and pathetic before someone who is just a simple doctor with a power granted by the Entity due to his sadistic past. He didn't want the Doctor to touch him, he could handle any other cock but his.

The Doctor, with his hand, takes Freddy's cock and gives him an electric shock that causes his whole body to vibrate. He hated that feeling, out of nowhere he felt an incredible heat on his member along with that horrible tingling. He couldn't feel aroused at those tricks the Doctor did, he knew that.

After that, Herman unbuckles his belt and slightly lowers his pants. A huge, dark cock comes to light, its size and girth fully in keeping with its physique, almost as thick as Nightmare's wrists.

Freddy looked at his cock in terror. He didn't want to… he found a slight strength to try to kick him, but it was useless since the Doctor was three times stronger than him. He took her legs again and moved them in a way that was perfect to introduce that monstrous cock, Freddy moaned imploring him to stop, so Herman started laughing

-What's happening? Now you don't like being the abused one? You're moaning like a bitch when I haven't done anything to you yet. Not even when I opened your stomach did you cry so much

The Doctor with his hand took his cock that was as hard as his treatment stick and brought his egg-sized glans closer to Nightmare's small orifice.

-Enjoy it as you enjoyed doing it with them, but this time I dominate

He pushed his penis hard into Freddy's ass, so hard it started to bleed but Herman didn't care. A piercing scream came from Freddy but because of his gagged mouth it didn't sound like it should have.

His thick cock felt tight against Nightmare's entrails which had never been desecrated before, that the Doctor knew of this filled him with pleasure and satisfaction.

-Oh, God... This feels so good, your intestines are even cold

Freddy felt Herman's cock like a piece of boiling meat. It was as if his body was running a fever which made him horribly uncomfortable, an unnatural and almost robotic heat. He kept going deeper into his gut and every time he did, it was as if his own body held him back. Herman each time increased the speed so the pain of having entered without any preparation was increasing.

Tears ran like raindrops into Nightmare's eyes. The Doctor, on the other hand, panted and made pleasurable grunts, he felt better than ever and his penis throbbed with skin-deep arousal. The more excited he was, the more his electric currents began to increase, which even reached his penis, causing a mess in Freddy's stomach, who felt those discharges more and more painful and hot, to the point of burning him.

-Weren't you cold, Nightmare? Now I give you warmth with my body. Does it feel good?

Freddy just looked at him traumatically. He couldn't believe he was going through this and his biggest enemy, he felt his stomach so tight because of that huge cock that he even felt his belly swell from it. The Doctor looked at this so happy that the mere fact of being the first, the first to be able to see Freddy while awake, the first to be able to get him out of the dream world and the first to be able to fuck him wildly filled his heart with pure happiness. After years of routine, years of doing the same thing over and over again with the prohibition of experimenting with others, he felt that he was coming back to life. Freddy felt every thrust of that thick hot member deeper, wishing that this would be over soon as he didn't want any more.

Herman started to feel like he was going to climax, so he unconsciously increases his electric shocks. Freddy was still screaming with his mouth gagged and the Doctor, seeing him scream like that, grabs him by the neck and begins to choke him. The power of the penetrated increased with frenzy and the discharge was so powerful that even the Doctor with his hands burned Freddy's neck in the process, leaving his hands marked on his white and now more burned neck

-Oh God Freddy, your interior feels so tight that I will pour a lot of semen inside you

Freddy wasn't listening to the Doctor. He just wanted to block out this memory and for no one to know about this, for no one to know that Herman raped him out of the dream world, that was disgustingly humiliating to him.

.Herman shoves his cock so far in that he sends an electric shock, feeling a huge tingle in his glans and feels such a tight squeeze through Freddy's bowels that he grabs him tightly from his body and squirts a load of thick semen into him. Freddy's belly swelled slightly giving way to being completely filled with the erotic nectar of the Doctor, who seemed like he hadn't masturbated or had sex for a long time, surely he had been waiting for this moment for a long time and just wanted to completely fill the exquisite interior of Nightmare.

When the Doctor finishes, he gasps so much that it's as if he needed a lot of air to come back inside himself. He withdraws his penis from Freddy's orifice and can see how his cum slowly comes out staining Nightmare's thighs, a charming look.

Freddy in Calcium trembles and feels like he's falling asleep. His face reflected the paths of tears that had been made by the crying he had, his red sclera and a look of sorrow, anger and humiliation that he feels for what Herman did to him.

-You are my Nightmare, you have been my best patient of this time and I will always look for you to fuck you over and over again

Nightmare looked at him without saying a word, she didn't want to see him again.

At that moment, a crow appears, time is up. The Doctor unties his arms and removes the gag from Freddy, who looks at him as scared as ever.

Herman approaches Freddy's body and caresses his cheeks.

-You will always be my little Freddy, now you will be my little lab rat and you will have to obey me

The Doctor forcefully kisses him, causing Freddy to shriek at the action. The Entity appears and with his legs like when he takes the survivors at the time the time runs out, he takes Freddy's body without knowing specifically where. Herman falls to the ground in clear exhaustion, he had greatly underestimated Nightmare and really put up a fight after all. With a clear ecstasy and happiness he falls asleep lying on the floor, he was totally clear that once was not going to be enough and he already knew how to get him out of the world of dreams

He had achieved something incredible and it would be his, doing what he wanted with it.

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V TRAPS

Freddy woke up in the bed in the basement of his nursery. He didn't feel any kind of pain, but he felt a huge exhaustion as if there was nothing all night and even thought that everything that happened was just a nightmare, being something enormously poetic ''A nightmare demon having a nightmare'' But it wasn't until the Entity visited him, that everything that happened was real. Remembering everything that happened to him made him lie in a fetal position on his mattress and constantly wonder why he went through that situation and why the Doctor had done that.

The Entity appeared on its roof and with its paws caressed its body, looking through its burned skin for marks or scars but no...It had nothing, only a huge exhaustion and a haggard look that reflected a huge use of power.

-You... You let him do this to me..." Nightmare told him in a somber, melancholy voice, as if she had been crying for days.

-Yes, I did," replied the Entity without any regret or hesitation.

-But...Why? I haven't gotten involved with any of the others and I haven't broken the rules you imposed on me...I'm basically a bystander in your world," Freddy asked with genuine concern and almost panic, he never thought the Entity would be able to ask that of the Doctor.

-First , because I needed to know how your body works according to your abilities outside the world of dreams and second... Because you are a detestable being who deserved a punishment for your constant disrespect towards me. I remind you Nightmare that you are just one more of my servants and if you disrespect me again I am perfectly capable of asking the Doctor to do it again, understood?

-It won't happen again, I promise," Nightmare replied, swallowing saliva and biting her lips from the anger she felt at what the Doctor had done to her. A huge mix of emotions, from anger to panic that Herman already knew halfway how his power worked. That obviously had him upset and damned at the same time, that meant he would have to listen to the Entity in what he asked, otherwise ''I'll take you to the Doctor''. He felt like a little boy who was scolded and punished by his parents... He hated that feeling, he hated feeling weak in front of someone who was just an ordinary human being as far as that word could go.

-And for now don't worry about the Doctor because I'll see to it that he doesn't come near you, but... I won't always help you so be careful. Oh and by the way...Don't even think about failing Nightmare.

-No majesty..." Freddy answered the Entity with a resigned voice. When had he ever called him "Majesty" before? To Freddy it was always the giant spider or the meddling evil God who wouldn't let him use his powers 100% without really knowing why. It didn't really bother him at all about the prohibition against tampering with other people's dreams, although there were times he would have liked to do it, especially Rin dreaming the horrible memories of her father over and over again. He didn't know if that was because of his mind or because the Entity was provoking him so that he wouldn't forget his mission and his pact. But not being able to use his powers well against the survivors pissed him off, it was annoying how someone with such power, was so wasted just putting up imaginary shit pallets or just putting up shit puddles that didn't really do anything useful. His props also seemed shitty to him What the fuck good did it do him to be able to listen to the loudest idiots in the dream world? Everyone else had really cool props that increased his power even more, the Doctor himself for example, had some chess pieces that drastically increased his power making him even more of a ball buster than he already was.

The Entity withdraws from the basement and Freddy with a huge churning in his stomach tries to get another little sleep hugging a dirty and dusty pillow he had, but the flashbacks of the Doctor being on top of his body, breaking his bones and cutting his skin passed like flashes and made his stomach churn. All of that he could take, but not the fact that he had raped him...That he couldn't forget or get over. Remembering how he savagely thrust his cock into his ass, feeling with every thrust filling his stomach, his psychopathic look, the demented laughter he had and that heat...That unnatural body heat that mixed with the cold of the place and those electric currents that were released more as his climax approached, making him sweat to the point that drops fell on his body and the white lights of the lab showed him a wet, dark and shiny skin due to sweat. Those sensations and that smell of sweat, burnt flesh, burnt wires and blood made him turn his stomach and with the very little strength he had recovered made him vomit. He wanted revenge, revenge on the son of a bitch but fear paralyzed him momentarily and his mind went cold as an ice cube. He knew, he knew too much about him and he was so threatening that he knew if he went back to him he would end up fucking him up again. He felt so weak and humiliated, he actually remembered with disgust and felt mentally broken and vulnerable despite the power he had, the fact that it had been the same Entity that had asked the Doctor to do that really made him feel even more vulnerable and insecure. Who was to assure him that the Entity on a mere whim would ask Herman again to repeat what he did? It was more than clear that he hated it, enough to move on to carrying his own imposed rule and using his body for research that he really didn't know what it was for or why he cared so much. He also didn't care if the Doctor wanted to fuck him again, so the best and only thing left for him to do was to get as far away from him as possible and hopefully never see him either in his dreams, or in the real world, or even see his shitty map in the rituals. Everything reminded her of that night and she just wanted to forget it.

Herman woke up and found himself lying on the floor as if he had died. How many hours had passed? He didn't have much of a notion and like Freddy, he even thought that everything that had happened was a dream, but seeing the stretcher still wet and the restraints he used on him all indicated that everything had really happened. A smile appeared on his face and he could also remember as a few blinks of an eye what happened. Remembering Freddy's suffering face as she broke his bones and ripped off his arm, gouging out his eye with a scissors, fucking him right there was by far the best feeling he had never had before both inside and outside the world of the Entity. He had never reached such a high point of pleasure nor had he ever felt so good about torturing someone. Other assassins had many peculiarities, but that one, was one too peculiar for his liking. He was somewhat far from being a human, but he had everything human and sex with him felt just like fucking another man but much ''tighter'' as he was the first one with whom...Oh...'''The first''. For Herman to know that he was the first in almost every way made him have an uncontrolled euphoria and at the same time an enormous excitement that could be noticed again in his blood stained pants. He was enormously grateful to the Entity for giving him the opportunity to give him such an enormous gift and for him to be the first to taste this peculiar being.

The Entity this time went to see the Doctor and seeing him so calm produced a lot of calm, although it was clearly not noticeable due to his form, but he felt it.

-Hello Doctor...How's your research?" asked the Entity checking the Doctor's body and noticing that he still had scars from the fight he had with Nightmare, noticing that there were quite a few. After all the burned dwarf was very strong despite his small frame, the Doctor was by far a weak assassin. In fact he was one of the physically strongest on a human scale (Without any kind of spirit or some shit like that) He was just an ordinary person before going to his world, with an impressive intellect and proper training as he dealt with patients who were professional spies, so he had enormous merit.

-Herman replied in a clearly ecstatic voice, as if he had just climaxed and was trying to collect himself.

-What have you discovered?

-His body has a very fast regeneration, he can regenerate any wound in a matter of seconds and a dismemberment in a couple of minutes. While he does feel pain, his pain scale is higher than ours but regenerating his body in the real world exhausts him quickly. He is also very sensitive to cold and apparently that weakens him a lot.

-Impressive...I am very pleased with you Doctor." The Entity caressed Herman's cheek like a bride in love.

-He is a very interesting assassin, Your Majesty..." Herman replied, happily accepting the Entity's compliment.

-What you have discovered is very important Doctor. This will be necessary for the future, but it was only for this occasion, so I don't want you to go back to look for Nightmare to experiment with him again, do you understand?

-Yes, but the other thing, you don't forbid me, do you?

-I have never been involved with you sexually, I know that's what you mean and I really don't care what you do with him in that regard. I only care that you do not experiment with him again until I order you to do so.

The Doctor nodded his head. Not being able to repeat his action again grieved him a little, but if the Entity allowed him to seek him out and fuck him it was a nice consolation prize. The fact of having felt so good feeling his cock being squeezed with his bowels more and more when he unconsciously increased his electric shocks made him want to repeat the same scene soon...But this time it would obviously be much more difficult, since if before Freddy avoided him as if he had the bubonic plague, now it was going to be much worse. Of all the assassins, he was the most silent and basically his ''life'' within the realm of the Entity was basically to be an observer. No interacting, no talking, no feeling...Just watching with those blue eyes and one damaged one making it smaller and more crystalline than the other. The sight for Doctor was spectacular...An assassin like him, with enormous power underneath his body, terrified, tearful...Weak. This had not even happened with Amanda, for at least she was a ruthless killer and her gaze was always like a burning fire full of anger, defiant and willing to fight anyone even if she was at a clear disadvantage and she used her beauty well to get what she wanted and despite her build, she was someone to be feared. Nightmare, on the other hand, didn't have that defiant look or ruthless aura like her. Sure, she had a shitty temper and avoided everyone, but her look always reflected nervousness and a bit of depression. Everyone was a beast at a certain point and in their own way, but he just reflected a strange look, the Doctor couldn't really describe his feeling, but he certainly liked it. His depressed little bitch...His lab rat would be his again.

As the Doctor had predicted, Freddy had not appeared. But after that, his attitude towards the Entity had improved quite a lot. He was much more respectful and spoke very little, so the Entity was really pleased with the Doctor's work. Several weeks had passed after his investigation and it was as if he didn't really exist. Only Philip had seen him in his dreams and there they conversed and it was strange since he drank with him in his dreams, but that dream felt so real that he even felt the taste of alcoholic beverages on his taste buds, it was as if he was really awake but he knew he wasn't since he saw the world as he did.

They were both sitting in Ormond, on top of the huge hut there. The snowy breeze felt cold and powerful to Phillip, his skin was getting cold and he could even feel the snowflakes falling on his dark, blotchy skin. Freddy on the other hand, felt nothing and was just sitting next to him drinking with him.

-Doesn't it make you cold to be here, Nightmare?

-No. In the dream world I don't feel anything," Freddy answered, drinking beer from the same bottle and wiping his mouth with his sweater.

-You haven't shown up in the real world lately Freddy -What's up?

-I don't like it there..." Freddy replied, swallowing his breath. He remembered what the Doctor did and the dreams of everyone else, he had many enemies and Philip was the only one who didn't hate him for what he did as his kindness was too much to judge, kindness and regret that made him dig his own grave, he, Kenneth and Maybe Hillbilly were the others, but Philip was the nicest of the three.

-I needed to talk to someone...

--Yes, I know, you called me.-Freddy looked Philip in the eyes, eyes that were as bright and big as an owl.

-I'm sorry I called you, I don't really know how I did it," Philip let out a nervous chuckle at this.

-When they think of me in their dreams, I can go into their dreams and I can talk to anyone," Freddy answered, drinking the last drop of beer and made it disappear into the dream world.

--As a kind of invocation?-Phillip looked at him with clear doubt in his words.

-Something like that, but I choose whether I go or not. It was you, so that's why I came.

-Oh...Thank you...So you know what I want to ask you?

-I know you want to ask me about Evan and if he thinks about you, don't you? Freddy looked at him smiling slightly, he knew it was for that reason and Philip embarrassedly nodded his head and covered his face with his knees.

-I'll be honest with you, because you're the only one I think a little bit highly of in this shitty place. Evan thinks of anyone, but you're the favorite.

-That's not very nice, Nightmare.... - Philip replied, clearly disappointed with that answer in a way.

-I'm sorry, but it's the truth. Although these days he's been dreaming quite often about fucking you, apparently you've got him pretty horny, haven't you?

-I'm really annoyed with him. Philip replied, "Can you summon a bottle? I know I don't get drunk since it's a dream, but I feel so real the taste that I want another one.

Freddy with his left hand makes a slight movement and a bottle of beer for each of them appears in front of them.

-Doesn't the Entity get upset with you if you do this?

-No, because you ask for it and technically you are not having a nightmare. If you were in one, even if you begged me for a change of environment I couldn't do it.

-Oh I see..." Philip opens the bottle and begins to quickly drink a large amount of beer, he was really sorry and his best way was to get drunk with imaginary beer.

-Why are you upset with him," Freddy asked with genuine interest.

-He thinks I'm weak and I hate that.

-To him the whole fucking world is weak, Wraith...

-Yes, but he thinks I'm... Sentimental and he thinks that... that...

Philip could not finish the sentence. He felt a huge shame and sadness inside him, tears fell into his eyes that disappeared in the dream world.

-That you are falling in love with him?

-Yes...And that's why he called me a wimp...I'm not, I swear it.

-What if you are falling in love with him?," Freddy asked looking at him seriously, he knew the answer but wanted Philip to recognize it from his mouth.

-Yes, it's like that. I thought I liked Sally, she's a lovely woman, but with Evan it's very different....

-I imagine, it has a huge... Heart for sure...

-But feeling something for someone here is stupid, don't you think? We are assassins, ruthless beings who have a mission here....

-You are a human, Philip. You're a good person but like the others you took a different path and that's tragic.

Did you fall in love before?

-Yes, but it's not something I want to remember.

-And here?

-I don't feel anything in the dream world. I'm basically a dream and that's it.

-I understand... But, I really don't know what to do. With him it was just sex since he is good in bed, but as time went by, we have been getting closer and closer and I started to get confused...Until I couldn't take it anymore and I told him.

-And he called you a wimp for that?

-Yes...I would like to be cold like the others but I cannot....

-Didn't he look for you?

-Yes, he has, but I know it's only for sex and I prefer not to see him, honestly it hurts me a lot, although I miss him.

-I don't know what advice to give you really Philip, but I think you should get over it and avoid it. If you don't, it will be worse for you and only you will suffer.

-I try, but it is very difficult

-I know it is difficult to overcome things....

Philip changes position and leans back on the ceiling. Freddy watches him closely and mimics him. They stand several inches away from each other, both looking up at the cloudy sky and watching the snow fall.

-Hey Freddy, the Doctor seems to like you," Philip said out of the blue. He said it in such a loose way, but Freddy was taken aback. That idiot tortured and humiliated him. How could he like anyone, that bastard?

-You had already told me and no, that bastard doesn't love anyone.

-Yes, but this time it's for real.

-Don't ever mention that son of a bitch to me again.

Philip sensed an unusual anger in Freddy's voice. A voice somewhere between anger, panic and sadness.

-Did something happen with the Doctor?

-No. I just don't trust him.

-I know you don't trust anyone here, but if something happens to you, you can tell me about it.

Freddy looked Philip straight in the eye. He really saw something in him that gave him a strange peace of mind and a strange kind of relaxation that he had not had for a long time, confidence for sure. He knew Philip was a good person, he had a pure soul despite his murderous past...He made a mistake like many others, he took a different path but he still had a kind soul even though they are all in a strange abyss between several parallel worlds. He really understood Evan, maybe he also felt that peace with him and also like a huge insatiable sexual desire.

-Don't worry, nothing has happened and I hope you can forget or resolve your issue with Evan.

-Thanks Nightmare, I hope I can take it.

Philip gets up from the ceiling, decides it is time to wake up as it is his turn to attend rituals.

-Must you wake up?

-Yes, I feel like they are trying to wake me up.

-It's a crow, it's cawing in your ear.

-Oh, thank you Freddy. Hope to see you soon.

Philip wakes up and Nightmare closes the door to Philip's dream world. All the other doors slowly close so Freddy assumed it was daylight and the rituals were beginning, so he too had to prepare.

°~~~°

Five days after the conversation between Philip and Freddy, Evan met with the Doctor. Evan was drinking an alcoholic bottle of dubious provenance and Herman was drinking a bottle of wine from the ones he kept hidden in his office. He always ordered one when he had good rituals and it was his favorite drink, so he didn't share it with anyone.

-Philip doesn't want to see me," Evan said to Herman as they drank fervently.

-Why?" asked Herman seriously, while unlike Evan who drank from the bottle, he drank from an elegant iridescent wine glass. Herman was an assassin with elegance and manners, sometimes getting on Evan's nerves, he found it ridiculous.

-He's upset with me, I told him the truth and he was offended like the weakling he is.

-You're being weaker than he is. Because of him you're drinking like that, aren't you?

-That's none of your fucking business, Doctor.

-How much?

-How much What?

-How many days have you been without sex?

-Much less than you, that's obvious.

-Unlike you, I don't have such drastic mood swings when I don't fuck," replied the Doctor, looking much more serious than he always does. The tension between the two was very noticeable and the Doctor also wanted to fuck but it was much more subtle.

-I don't know...It's been weeks, nobody wants to do it with me now and I don't understand why.

If you stop being a self-centered jerk you might do better.

Evan rushed towards Herman and grabbed his arms trying to reduce him. Herman looks at him with a calm face and doesn't move, it was as if he knew Evan would do that.

-You play hard to get, but I know you enjoy being fucked and fucking me, don't you?

-Yes, I enjoyed it. But now I don't want to do it with you, I lost interest in you.

-Who is it?

-Mmm?

-Who did you fuck to turn me down? It must be someone much better than me and that shit pisses me off.

-Do you think you're the best at sex? Not really. Maybe the little bell would really like to do it with you, but you're not on my interest list anymore.

Evan lets go of Herman and slowly walks away. His ego was terribly bruised by this as he didn't expect Herman to reject him like that. The Doctor was always the comfort sex when others rejected him, so if someone fucked better than him, he had to know about it.

-Tell me. -Who is it?

-Why are you so interested in knowing? Are you jealous?" laughed the Doctor, who stood up and dusted off his suit after Evan threw it off roughly.

-No, I'm just curious.

-Well, to give you some peace of mind and satisfy your ''curiosity'', it was with Nightmare.

Evan looked at him with a disgusted face, he really didn't expect that answer.

-Are you kidding me?

-If you don't believe me, that's your problem Evan. But yes, I experimented with him and fucked him. And by the way, it was great to fuck him.

-But that guy is an old man. What the fuck is going on in your head?

-And are we teenagers? No, we're not. And if you're going to ask me "How did it not gross you out? Well, it didn't disgust me at all and I hope to fuck him again.

-How did you do it?

-I took him out into the real world and fucked him Any other questions?

Evan froze. He would never really have thought of fucking him for the fun of it, rather than raping him for being a disgusting guy, but seeing the way he looked wasn't exactly dick-stopping either. But...was he that good in bed for the Doctor to turn him down like that?

-Did he agree to do it with you or did you just rape him?

-That's of no interest to you, Trapper. But I'll just tell you that I don't want to do it with you, now I have someone more interesting, so to speak.... Don't insist again. -Herman replied, gesturing with his glass and continued drinking calmly. Evan could not force himself on Herman, his strength was about equal and he was almost certain he would lose to him.

With his ego even more bruised, Evan leaves the Lerry Lab with enormous anger and curiosity. It was very little that he had seen Nightmare and he didn't find him at all attractive. He looked like a skinny guy who you could easily take down and cut down with a little force and he didn't think he had a big enough dick to accept being fucked by him either. But a strange curiosity ran through his body as he had never done it with someone like him and he wondered how good he was at doing the job. Being rejected by such an insignificant being caused him enormous discomfort, also the fact that Philip and the others had also rejected him began to make him desperate. Evan was sexually thirsty and was always looking for anyone who would agree to do it with him, Philip being his man of choice. But he recognized that with him he had severely screwed up, as he recognized that it wasn't just sex. Many times they would both lie naked in bed cuddling and talking for hours, talking about their pasts and building trust between them. He knew Philip was a sensitive and sentimental man, he treated him well as every time he had problems in rituals, they would comfort each other by healing his wounds or sleep together cuddling until the next day. Now that Philip had rejected him and the Doctor too and because of that thing they clouded his mind. Besides...The Doctor having sex with someone he had never touched? It was impossible...He was the leader, he was the first and the favorite of the Entity, he had to prove he was the master and everything had to be proven by him, so he had to try to get close to Nightmare and prove for himself his ability.

°~~~~°

Freddy was in a forest, walking and looking for some place where he could spend the two days of maximum vulnerability hidden so as not to attract anyone's attention. He could not be in the nursery, since the Doctor managed to know that he would be vulnerable and obviously hidden in his basement during those days. So he decided to leave his nursery and look for some other place where he could hide, he would have asked Philip for help, but he didn't want to bother him and even less knowing that Evan would be hanging around, he could think badly. Dusk was coming and so was the cold, making it hard to see and feeling the icy wind unintentionally reminded him of that shitty night he was tortured by the Doctor.

''Damn Doctor son of a bitch'' cursed Freddy as he walked through piles of trees and huge grasslands that was almost his own height, he just wanted to find somewhere to be able to sleep since due to his reduced power, he couldn't teleport. As he was walking, he could make out a cave that could help him spend the night a little warmer, so walking quickly he heads to the cave, but that was a lousy mistake, as something stopped him in his tracks.

He could hear a mechanism close and squeeze his foot so hard, that a scream of pain came out of Freddy's mouth and he fell to the ground. When he looked at his foot, he realized that it was a bear trap and that it was completely embedded in his foot, he even felt his bone crunching.

''No shit, a trap of Evan's...What the fuck is this doing here!'' Freddy thought as his foot was bleeding considerably and he couldn't get the trap off. After five attempts he managed to pull it off and could see the wound in more detail...Indeed the squeeze was so powerful that his foot was fractured and he couldn't walk properly. Nor could she heal as her reduced power also affected her regeneration so her only option was to stay in the cave until her foot healed enough to be able to go back to the nursery. With painful groans and tears in his eyes from the pain, he barely made it all the way to the cave and there was nothing there. Just piles of rocks, dirt and tree roots that gave it a final touch. Inside it felt a little warmer than outside so that was more than enough for him. With his gloves he rips the arm of his sweater and with that improvises a bandage to cover the wound and the bleeding. Something very painful as he felt the wool rubbing against the open wound but he couldn't leave it uncovered otherwise dirt could get in and his skin was very sensitive. He removes some rocks and as he can, he tries to curl up in the darkest possible area to avoid the wind as well as to avoid being seen and due to the exhaustion of walking for a long time to the cave and the fact of being without his powers he starts to fall asleep.

A short time later, he felt footsteps approaching him. Freddy wakes up with a start and what he feared most was that the Doctor had found him, but his breathing was not the same. It was less noisy, but it was much heavier and deeper than the Doctor's breathing, so he couldn't recognize it. Nervousness coursed through his body and he readied his gloved hand to strike, but stopped when he saw who it was that had come all the way to the cave. It was Evan who had reached him and looked at his leg through his mask with clear surprise.

I didn't expect to find Nightmare so easy.

Chapter Text

VI Campfire

EVAN MCMILLAN THE TRAPPER X FREDDY KRUEGER THE NIGHTMARE FIC

Evan upon arriving at the cave, had doubts as to what or who had fallen into one of his powerful bear traps and had continued walking to that spot. His presence was strange, as it was neither that of a killer nor a survivor. It was too strong to be that of a survivor and too weak to be a killer, perhaps it was some large animal that fell into his traps and with machete in hand he was ready to kill the animal, cut it up and feast on it. He adjusts his eyes to the darkness and with some tension, he enters the cave observing every corner slowly until he hears a very faint sound in the darkest area. It was a clear sound of breathing...A soft and a little irregular breathing, as if he was asleep but giving soft snores. That breathing also didn't seem to be that of an animal, it sounded too human and too quiet to be a Killer. Evan finally managed to make out a thing sitting on the ground among some rocks, which was looking at him in a nervous and surprised way. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that it was Freddy and that his leg was injured, poorly bandaged with a piece of his sweater which left his left arm covered with scars exposed.

-Freddy?" Evan asked, lowering his machete and entering with a slightly calmer aura.

Freddy looked up at him with a clear state of nervousness. How did he find it so easy? Did he have the ability to see who had fallen into them without being present? It made sense. He was an avid hunter like Anna and it was obvious that he had powerful tracking capabilities.

-Yes, it's me..." Nightmare replied in a shy but slightly more relaxed voice as she was at least thankful it wasn't the Doctor, if it had been him she would have been in worse trouble.

-What are you doing in the forest? This is not your place, your place is your crappy day care center.

-I...-Freddy hesitated to really tell her why he was there. Obviously it wasn't the place he wanted to be as his nursery had everything he wanted and needed like a mattress to sleep on and enough warmth to be comfortable, but he couldn't be in the nursery with his reduced powers...He knew the Doctor would be waiting for him.

-Talk fast What the fuck are you doing in my forest?

-I'm sorry, I needed a place to sleep.

-Sleep? Aren't you supposed to be a Dream Demon and not need sleep? You're playing games with me!

Evan gripped his machete tightly and was ready to run it through his head, but Freddy yells at him to stop.

-Please wait," Freddy begged with his hand protecting his head, asking for a halt.

-What the fuck are you really doing here?

-I can't be in my day care center....

-Tell me the reason before I slice you up right here, even if the Entity punishes me for it.

-I can't go back...

Evan looked at Freddy and something about him seemed different. All the assassins had a certain ''presence'' that could be felt by one another, like a kind of force field and it was something that only the assassins had. While they radiated a mostly dark energy, like smoke from a fire the survivors reflected an energy as peaceful and clear as the steam from a warm bath, something soothing and still human. But Freddy, at that moment, had neither. He had neither that terrifying presence of a killer nor that warmth of a survivor, Evan would describe him as the steam of something frozen. Cold, far from being a human but not powerful or something threatening...A sensation never felt before. He also looked different, his skin despite being full of burns looked much paler, his eyes very haggard and some sweat was running down his body and he even looked thinner than he already was. This made Evan stop, as if his motivation had gone out of nowhere, even though he had always wanted to cut his body.

-Hey... Are you okay?" Evan asked somewhat changing his tone from a threatening one, to a softer and almost concerned one. Nightmare looked at him and was thankful that he didn't want to stab him, which gave him a break.

-No, I can't teleport to my nursery like I always do.

-Besides, I see you're not healing aren't you, according to the other bastard, supposed to have the best regeneration of all?

-According to the Doctor?

-Ajá

-I... I've lost my powers..." Freddy bowed his head with resignation and melancholy. Evan didn't quite believe what he was telling him.

-Hey, how can you lose your powers? -You think you can joke with me, dwarf?

-I swear, it's true... The Entity imposed it on me, and two days a month I lose my powers.

-Why?

-I swear I'm not lying to you, otherwise I would have been cured and I would have walked out of here.

Evan kept looking at Freddy who really didn't even look like a killer. He looked like a small animal trying to hide from the bigger predators so it gave him a huge discomfort, he wasn't a bastard like him that took advantage of the weakest...He had enough balls not to do it, but just this once he would be merciful with him. So he reached down and grabbed Nightmare's injured leg to get a closer look at the wound, causing him to groan in pain.

-Can you walk?

-Not much...

-Well, you stay here and I'll stay with you. Not because I care about you or am interested in you, but I really feel sorry for you and I have to talk to you about something.

Nightmare nodded his head. He had nothing to do nor could he refuse Evan's order, maybe with his powers yes but without them he was still weaker than a survivor and all he wanted was to be quiet until his reduction time was over.

The cold of the place began to become more present and Freddy felt it even worse than Evan. He was only dressed in a gardener showing his huge body full of muscles and scars, besides the hooks he had on his shoulder that gave him an even scarier look. Evan was a little shorter than the Doctor but had more muscle and physical strength than him, plus he had a horrible temper making him an angry and unpredictable beast, but he took the time to teach the newcomers the rules of the Entity world. Nightmare began to shiver slightly from the cold and tried to curl up in a fetal position to provide body heat, Evan looked at him and felt even more sorry for him.

-I'll make a fire, so at least you won't look like a fish out of water, damn it!

Evan came out of the cave and looked for a couple of dry branches and together with some stones he managed to generate some sparks and made a small fire. Freddy felt the warmth of the fire and got close enough so that his skin could warm up a little and hopefully stop shivering. Evan sat down at a considerable distance and put his machete to the side just in case, he looked at Freddy's injured leg and thought how pathetic it was that a killer with such a peculiar power as he had ended up so hurt. Outside of the dream demon's power, he was just another old man who was the gardener of a day care center and that was where he committed all his perversions. But Evan had to stop thinking about that, otherwise he was going to end up hanging him and that would be stooping too low for his liking.

-You look like shit to me Nightmare, but just this once I'll have mercy on you.

-The feeling is mutual, I don't want to be here either, but thanks for the fire....

-I see you're talking to Wraith, right? What the fuck is he talking to you about? I don't know why he likes you so much

-Wraith is a good person, unlike you, Evan.

Evan grabs Freddy by his sweater tightly and looks him in the eyes.

-You don't know shit about my Nightmare, don't come to fuck with me and don't even come to fuck with me as you are because I can perfectly cut you into pieces.

-You know it's true, Trapper," Freddy answered with a very soft tone compared to a few minutes ago where fear was instilling in him. This time he was for some reason much more relaxed but serious at the same time, looking at Evan with his blue, haggard eyes.

-You have no fucking idea what I've been through Freddy, don't be stupid and don't provoke me.

-That's no excuse, Philip doesn't deserve what you're doing.

Trapper releases Freddy and sits back down, removing his mask to make way for a scarred man staring up at the night sky.

-Did you talk to him about it?

Freddy settles in carefully so as not to move his injured leg too much. The distance that separates them is not much, but Freddy observes Evan with a change of atmosphere to a calmer and more repentant one.

-Philip called me in the dream world to talk about you.

-He must have talked shit to you about me, didn't he?

-You know Philip is not one to talk shit about anyone Evan.

-So what did he say about me?

-He basically complained because you treated him like a wimp because he has feelings for you.

Evan rubs his face with one of his scraggly, scarred hands.

-We are Nightmare assassins, we have only one mission in this place and that is to serve the Entity. We are ruthless, cruel and bloodthirsty beings.

-Before I became the demon of dreams, I had never killed anyone.

No, but you're a disgusting abuser...Damn shit, I swear I'd torture you but I wouldn't lower myself to such a pathetic and mediocre being, especially not in this almost zombie-like state you're in right now.

-I know everyone hates me Evan...That's why I'm just a spectator in every way, I don't screw anyone.

-Philip likes you, that's the worst....

-He appreciates everyone, but he likes you.

Evan stands up with his machete in hand, puts his mask back on and starts pacing back and forth like a caged lion.

-Damn it, Wraith knew, we had talked about it, the worst thing is that you know all the shit....

Freddy watched Evan move from side to side clenching his fists. Evan was very explosive and he could perfectly cut his body with his machete even if he said he wouldn't and he wasn't with the capabilities to defend himself against this guy who was practically a huge giant bear.

-Evan, I was only trying to give advice....

-Shut the fuck up! Why the fuck do you have to live in fucking dreams? And fucking Philip who can't shut the fuck up!

Evan hit a huge stone that was outside the cave and with a punch he managed to break it making Freddy swallow saliva. Evan was too strong, much stronger than the Doctor and Freddy really began to wonder if it was really better that Evan had found him.

After that strange tantrum, Evan gradually calmed down. His hand was bruised and his knuckles covered in blood from the huge impact he made towards the rock, so he sat back down next to the campfire under the confused gaze of Freddy, who looked more like a teenage boy who hasn't yet learned to handle his impulses than a guy just a little younger than him. While Philip was more sentimental, he was much calmer and more mentally mature than Evan.

-What did you advise Philip?" Evan asked, looking him straight in the eyes with a penetrating seriousness. Freddy just looked at him trying to get as far away from him as possible, he didn't want to make him angry but lying to him wouldn't help either.

-He must forget you, the only person who will be hurt is him.

-Why do you say that? Do you think I wouldn't be able to make him happy if I decided to be with him? Do you think I'm just someone who lives by fucking?

Freddy didn't know what to answer, since practically every one of Evan's dreams was fucking practically anyone. Either he was fucking, or hunting or dreaming about his father, he was someone very simple really.

Evan let out a slight chuckle and took the opportunity to look closely at Freddy's body. Yes, it was horrible and seeing it up close, especially that burned face, made it much worse but... The skin of his bare arm was very white despite having been burned to death, a thin and small body which even with a wool sweater was quite emaciated. His blue eyes, one smaller and clearer than the other which in the rituals are not very noticeable because he always tries to hide them under his felt hat, thin and bony legs that looked as fragile as a pair of branches, the same ones he was using to keep the fire burning. Nightmare was truly a silent and unobtrusive killer, despite not being one with the stealth skills like Amanda, Ghostface, Michael or Philip. Evan didn't want to acknowledge it but he found it an ugly but interesting thing, it reminded him of the insects he played with and killed as a child, ugly and disgusting but curious. Maybe also like the Doctor since he too was hideous in the face but at least he was physically fit, and didn't look so pathetic at least.

-You have seen my dreams, haven't you?

Nightmare ducked her head and nodded her head shyly.

-What have you seen?

-Do I need to answer that?

-Yes... Tell me what did you see?

-I have seen you... With your father, also hunting animals.

-Yes, I dream about it really, but I know there's something else I dream about and you know what it is, don't you?

Evan approaches Freddy with his machete in his hand, but not with an instinct to attack, but as a warning, he wants an answer and Freddy does not understand why he wants to know.

Freddy swallows saliva and gives a slight sigh, with a deep sound of resignation. Actually seeing sexual dreams doesn't really produce anything for him, in his world he doesn't have any kind of feelings or desires other than the ones he remembers when he was a human, that's why with some he manages to sympathize and with others not so much

-I have seen you in your dreams having sex with other assassins.

-Mmm... Yes, I dream about it a lot too... Who have you seen me dream about?

-With... Anna, Phillip, Michael, Frank... With Herman...

-Yes? And do you like what you see?

-I feel nothing while I am in the dream world....

-But now you're in the real world, don't you feel anything when you remember it?

Evan, with his machete, gently strokes Freddy's injured leg. If he moved, he could very well cut it, so even though he was clearly nervous and trembling, he tried not to move.

-No... I don't feel anything

-Do you think I do a bad job at sex?

-I don't know... The others don't complain about it....

Evan approaches Freddy looking him in the eyes, being a few inches between them. His heart began to accelerate sharply and he tried to slowly move away from him until he could not do it because of the cave wall. Evan looks at his slightly torn sweater product of the burns, Evan's mask seen up close looked even more scary and intimidating, showing only his eyes full of fury and curiosity.

-Tell me... Do you like to see when I do it with the Doctor?

-Why do you ask me that?

-Because I know he and you fucked, didn't you?

-I don't...

Evan with the edge of the machete caresses this time his thighs and now reaching Freddy's crotch, right where the zipper of his pants is.

-Be honest with me, Nightmare, if I'm not able to slice this thing you have hidden between your pants and believe me, I'm not lacking the desire to do it.

Freddy began to sweat from nervousness. He didn't have much of a choice and Evan could tell he was too serious.

-He... He forced me to do it, he tortured me and forced me....

-Really? But does that mean he really took you out of your world?

-Yes... He is immune to my powers and I don't know the reason...

-Oh... And tell me, what did it feel like?

-It was horrible, I hope I never see it again....

-I don't want to imagine. Was it the first time you had sex with another man?

-Yes... I never expected to do it with anyone here, let alone a man.

-And tell me, based on what you've seen from everyone, who do you think does it better? Him or me? Sex of course

-I don't know...

Evan is only a few inches away from Freddy, this time with the edge of his machete, he went up to his chest. He caressed the small holes the Jersey had, noticing a little bit of his skin just as white as the one on his arm. Freddy is not able to move, he knows that any false move would mean being cut fiercely by Evan, who seemed to be enjoying his nervousness. With a quick movement, he uses his machete to cut the sweater but without cutting his skin, it was a demonstration of how really skilled he was with his weapon.

-Please don't hurt me....

Evan this time, sits on Freddy's legs, who continues without moving due to the powerful edge of his machete. With it he caresses his white, burn-scarred skin, feeling the cold edge which caused him to shiver slightly. He thought his skin was very red from the burns, but it was not. His body had considerably less burns and actually without his sweater he looked much thinner, his ribs and hip bone showing considerably, even to Evan, he was surprised that he still had nipples. With the tip of his machete, he gently stimulated them causing Freddy to let out a slight moan at this movement. Hearing this, he placed the blade on his neck.

-I don't want you to try to defend yourself or do anything to provoke me to slit your throat, understand?

Freddy, still with the blade in his neck, takes a panicked breath and nods his head. Evan puts the machete aside just for that moment, but very close to him in case he would have to use it.

Evan takes the gauntlet from him and throws it away so that it is totally soulless before him. The mixture of sensations for Freddy made him feel slightly dizzy, the fear, the nervousness, the cold sweat running down his burned body and the heat he felt not only from the fire, but from the monstrosity above him made him feel much more helpless than he already was. Evan with his rough hand, like the Doctor the first thing he did was to touch his deepest scars, those on his cheeks, his shoulders and some on his chest. He noticed that some areas were very rough due to the first and second degree burns, but the few areas without burns felt very smooth to the touch. He cupped his hips with both hands and they were as slender as Philip's, but he was more muscular while Freddy was just a skinny thing with a bit of flesh and skin as pale as a raw chicken with no feathers. He still looked disgusting to him but it was increasing his curiosity more and more, while Freddy wondered why he was doing this if more than once he made it clear to him that he wasn't going to touch him with a stick.

-You know, I don't find you attractive in any way, I find you kind of disgusting, but...I'm the best here and I'll show you that I'm much better than that idiot Doctor. Least I'll let him brag like a chicken that he fucked you, so you'll pass for me too.

-Please, I beg you... Don't do it.

-You should thank me, just the way you are without powers I will make you end up moaning like a bitch until you beg me for my cock.

-Didn't you say that what the Doctor did was wrong?

-Nah, you deserve what he did to you son of a bitch, but I'm not interested in doing the same to you now, I want to prove that I'm much better than him and to be able to do what he couldn't, make you come and moan in pleasure.

Evan removed his mask staring at Freddy from above with a malevolent grin. He reaches up to his neck and smells a whiff of slightly burnt flesh, along with a charcoal-like aroma but it didn't stop him. With his teeth he bites it until there are large marks on his neck. This almost makes him give a whimpering scream, but he manages to restrain himself, causing Evan to look back at him and grab him tightly by the neck.

-I see you're resisting, huh? Let's see how long you'll last without making a sound.

With rough hands, he caresses Freddy's torso and squeezes his nipples just to see if they harden.

-I didn't think you still had them, they are as small as you are.

A lick and a bite were enough for Nightmare to take a deeper breath and let out a very subtle moan, which Trapper could hear

-So the little bitch is enjoying it?

-No...I don't," Freddy answered looking up at him in a deplorable attempt to look defiant, but it doesn't work. This time Freddy tries to push him off of him, but Evan pulls him down hard to the ground and grabs him with both hands.

-Remember the rules!" Freddy shouted at him in a frightened and desperate voice. Evan was always a great follower of the rules of the Entity, after he was punished with those hooks in the shoulders.

-Thank the Entity that you're still in one piece, you filthy shit. I assure you he doesn't give a shit about you, but that rule applies to everyone. Doesn't mean we can't fuck, though, does it? Be grateful, it'll be the best sex you'll ever have in your fucking life...Much better than what that other bastard who brags so much about fucking you did to you. He rejected me, me... because of you and you're gonna pay dearly for it

Evan places two of his fingers on her dry, melted-looking lips.

-Open your mouth and lick them, I want to see if you have a good tongue or if you got burned when the angry mob burned you alive, so at least you don't talk so much shit.

Nightmare resisted, but a hard squeeze to his jaw made him finally give in and open his mouth, so that his fingers could enter and slowly begin to lick them. His rough wet tongue played with Trapper's fingertips, which caused him to tingle slightly. Freddy's tongue was long and pointed, similar to a snake's, so feeling the pores of his bruised fingers being caressed by her tongue tip, along with muffled sounds since he couldn't speak, began to cause him to spasm in his crotch area. But he wasn't ready for that yet, he wanted to keep enjoying the moment with that horrible but curious thing at the same time. With his two fingers, he squeezed Freddy's tongue and stretched it until it was far enough out of his mouth to observe it better, making Freddy gag slightly with that sudden movement. Evan reached over and with his tongue caressed Freddy's, causing Freddy to try to struggle to break away, but that attempt was really short lived as he was again pulled down with such force that his entire body vibrated and all he had left to do was keep up with the bigger guy. Trapper felt Nightmare's tongue incredibly cold, something that really caught him off guard and as it mixed with his own it produced an exciting combination. Strands of saliva are left from the separation of the two tongues and they look into each other's eyes again.

-I see you're not such a bad kisser after all, now how are you with your hands?

Evan took his machete again and sits on top of Freddy's crotch, slashing his pants the same way he did the sweater, revealing his white underwear and skin as white as his underwear. Thin, scarred thighs were on display, along with bony knees that bore no comparison to Trapper's legs. With his machete this time he again stroked Nightmare's crotch, but now with his pants off, that act felt much more sensitive causing him to make a choppy noise with a shiver in his body. He also cut off his underwear revealing what he thought was the smallest penis he had ever seen. A slightly darker thing than the rest of the skin on his body and it wasn't as burnt as Evan would have liked being that he was a child molester. He had some slight small scars on his foreskin that were pale red, but everything else was in keeping with normal male human anatomy. I really didn't want to see that, I was looking for something else.

Freddy tried to kick him with his sound foot, but his kicks were basically like a normal person's, so it took Evan no effort to stop him and force him to stay in his place.

-Please stop this...Evan.

-I'm just about to start, so be obedient and don't try to kick me again, otherwise I'll break your healthy foot.

Freddy let out pitiful moans and Evan with both hands, lifted his hips a little and opened both buttocks until he could see well what he was looking for, a small and clearly tight orifice that could be slightly distinguished thanks to the light that the campfire made.  

With his fingers still wet, he inserted his first two fingers, causing Nightmare to let out a painful moan. Evan felt his insides too tight, even for his fingers, even though he had already been fucked by the Doctor and it wasn't exactly that small. A few minutes of stimulation allowed him to relax a little and feel a little more dilation. Evan took Freddy's penis and with his rough hand, began to stimulate it roughly, causing Freddy to try to stop it by getting up, but a lightly forceful punch made him relapse and cough from the loss of air.

-What part of you not moving don't you understand? Do you really want me to finish breaking your injured leg any more than you already have? I'm being too merciful to you and you still insist on wanting to fight.

-Please Evan...Don't do it....

-The more you beg me to stop, the hotter you make me and the worse it will be for you. Look at him

Freddy looked at Evan's body and under his planter, noticing that a huge bulge had appeared, noticeable enough for his planter to swell slightly.

-I want you to caress it and do it quickly.

With his hand, he gently stroked him over the planter, causing Evan's breathing to increase slightly. His pace was being slow so as not to make him angry if he did it wrong, Evan was looking at him sternly, ready to reprimand him for any mistake he made, but for now it was going well

-Very good... Not bad, you are very obedient. Now I want you to take it out and masturbate me.

Freddy slowly shifted his position being careful enough to move his leg a lot and approached Evan who was bent over so that he could unbuckle his gardener, which fell down showing his muscular body covered with scars of all kinds. Then with his right hand he pulled out Evan's member which was almost as thick as the Doctor's, but was a little smaller. It gave gentle thrusts, which made Evan assume that he was totally inexperienced at this, which began to annoy him.

-Come on, do it hard... You're making me nervous.

Freddy increased the pace of masturbation and squeezed a little harder on the member that felt harder and harder. It felt much better this time and Evan had more panting breaths.

-Oh...It feels so much better...You're not so useless after all.

Freddy made the friction with his hand harder and harder, making his cock fully lubricated with pre-seminal fluid and ready for the final step. Evan with the rhythm was so horny that he couldn't take any more, so he roughly laid Freddy down placing his legs on each shoulder and lifted his hips into the position comfortable enough that with his hand he could easily guide his cock to the small orifice, causing Freddy to let out a panicked moan.

-You've seen my dreams, you knew what was waiting for you, now I'll see why the Doctor is so fascinated by you.

He starts mainly with the glans. He was not introducing it fast so it felt worse for Freddy. It was impossible not to scream at this, so Trapper this time introduced it faster and covered Nightmare's mouth with one hand.

-Stop screaming like a sore bitch or I'll have to shut you up with my fists.

The sharp pain of this brought tears to Freddy's eyes. Evan's cock was going deeper and deeper into his bowels and Evan's surprise was enormous as he felt a huge cold squeezing his cock, as if Nightmare's body was dead and this caught him as off guard as the previous time.

-What the fuck is this? -Why is your ass so cold? Jesus...

That cold made sense. Basically Freddy died many years ago and due to his transformation to a dream demon, he doesn't know or can't generate normal body heat. Aside from the fact that his deep burns made him lose the ability to control his body temperature, even without them he would be absolutely the same, as he lost that ability due to all the years he lost his humanity and forgot what he looks like. That's why he is so sensitive to cold and practically invulnerable to heat or fire itself and always prefers warm areas like his own nursery or Hillbilly Farm, which was always hot making him sunbathe in it like a little lizard.

While this cold paralyzed him for a few seconds, he did not stop. Slowly he thrust himself deeper and deeper and each movement he felt how those insides as cold as a piece of frozen meat caressed his cock, making it throb as after constant thrusts he was feeling better and better. For Evan it was a very strange experience as he had never felt a body so cold and... Tight but it wasn't uncomfortable.

-Aghhg, your body is so weird but it doesn't feel so bad after all... You squeeze me so much.

Nightmare watched the Trapper teary-eyed and immobilized feeling each thrust. While it was a very painful thing to do, in some ways this felt better than with the Doctor as it wasn't unnaturally hot nor did it have those horrible involuntary electric shocks that caused stomach churning, it felt a little more human which made him squeeze Evan's neck with his legs involuntarily, showing that he had begun to enjoy it. Evan had a mocking chuckle

-I knew you were going to end up enjoying my cock, no one can resist me, especially not a burnt bitch like you.

With his hand he squeezes Nightmare's nipples which makes him gasp and Evan decided to ferociously increase his pace.

He lifts Freddy up without separating their union and without any care for the injured leg sits him on his legs, causing him to let out a very painful shriek because that movement made it happen to hit his leg and Evan did not mind at all.

-Yes... I can see why the Doctor liked fucking you, your screams are so pleasurable, you look so well hurt and weak being pierced by my dick.

-Stop...

-Silence whore, I'm going to fuck you hard

Evan thrusts harder and harder and hugs Nightmare's body, purposely leaving him between his shoulder hooks so that he would hurt himself and continue to let out those painful screams which felt like a beautiful melody to his ears. Also with those screams he felt his cock getting tighter and tighter which made him thrust hard. Freddy felt those hooks hurting his chest and piercing the burns on his cheeks which made him thrust backwards to try to avoid them but Evan squeezed his body to avoid them, it was so hard he could feel his bones crunching. His body was hurting from the hooks and began to bleed slightly, so Freddy began to beg to change his position, but Evan did not accept.

-It's what you deserve Krueger, stop whining about a few pickets and impel me to finish it fast.

Freddy as he could, also at the cost of pricking himself even more with the hooks, began to propel himself on that cock that had already become accustomed to the coldness inside him. The tingling Evan felt was similar to when some limb "falls asleep", something strange but not annoying for him, who certainly enjoyed it with every movement and the fact that Nightmare was thrusting on his own made him clench even tighter, making him instinctively hug him tighter provoking more painful moans from the smaller man.

-Oh my god, this just feels better and better...Do you like the way Freddy feels? Say it, say you like it like the hungry little bitch that you are.

Freddy didn't want to answer, but Evan pulled his body away from his shoulder and stared into his eyes taking him by the neck, he could see every expression on Nightmare's face, his eyes watering, his face bleeding from the hooks, his mouth with a bit of saliva and dark circles under his eyes that stood out from his white skin.

-Say it, say you like my cock

-I... I like it," Freddy replied in a voice of resignation and embarrassment.

-Do I do better than the Doctor? Do you like my cock better than his?

-Ah... I like yours better...

-Do I make him richer than the Doctor?

-Ahggg Yes! Better than him!

Evan laughed. Hearing this in her deep but whiny voice made him powerfully increase his rhythm and have the sensation of cumming.

-I knew I do better than that jerk, I'm the master of you all... Your face looks so good with tears....

Evan with his hand, while thrusting himself took Freddy's penis and masturbated him hard, more pleasurable gasps appeared with this from Nightmare, which didn't take him long to make him cum as he managed to find him an exact rhythm according to his sexual experience. Thick semen soiled Nightmare's flat white belly, along with a little on Evan's who looked on in pleasure.

-You are a very complacent and precocious bitch, you took no time at all to fill me with your nasty cum... Now I will fill you up.

The fact that Nightmare was cumming, made his insides squeeze him so tight that this time Evan was about to cum, but he didn't want to ejaculate inside him, so he quickly pulled him out of his insides

-Get on your knees and stick out your tongue.

Freddy despite how painful it was to move his leg, quickly stayed on his knees and slowly opened his mouth pulling out his long slender cock. Evan brought the glans of his cock up to her and a jet of cum shot out staining her tongue along with her burned, teary, pathetic face. The cum shot out so far that it hit his bad eye making him gasp in discomfort. Evan looked at his face full of the special liquid and thought it was a lovely look, it made him finish which made him feel triumphant. He knew he was more skilled than the Doctor and he wanted to prove it to him.

Freddy cleaned himself up as best he could and fell to the ground extremely exhausted looking at Evan who was putting on his planter.

-You weren't so bad after all, I'd still prefer to do it with Philip but you seem like a nice little alternative when I have no one to fuck.

-Why? ....?" Freddy asked, shivering from the cold and the sensation of having ejaculated. Because he had not had sex for so long and had no sexual desire to masturbate because he was in the dream world, it was a new and strange experience.

-Because I want to prove to the other motherfucker that I'm better than him, that's all," Evan replied, getting up and grabbing his mask and machete, "The mere fact that he has sex with people I don't pisses me off. He's not special shit for that so nothing better than fucking his favorite pet, don't you think?

Evan reaches up to Freddy's ear to whisper something to him.

-Now I know that once a month this happens to you, so I want you to make Philip come back to me before the next month, otherwise I will look for you everywhere until I find you and fuck you again. I also want you to tell the Doctor the same thing you told me when you had my cock inside you and you better do it. Oh and of course... I don't want anyone else to know about what happened now, let alone Philip. now I will let you sleep and remember well what I told you... Good night.

Evan comes out of the cave and the dawn was beginning to appear over the sky, showing that they had fucked almost all night. The campfire had been extinguished and Freddy before the exhaustion falls asleep with a huge trembling next to all his torn clothes in fetal position trying to get some heat, he knew that Evan wanted to do that to him, but he never thought he would take advantage of his moment of greatest weakness for this and the fact of having finished before him made him feel even more humiliated.

Shit...

• reference drawing by @DeerDaddy13 on Twitter. 

Chapter Text

VII BASEMENT

Freddy woke up without knowing how many hours had passed after that night. The only thing he could see was that there was no one there and there was an embracing sun in the sky which helped in some way to withstand the strong wind breeze that was in the place along with his bare skin without his clothes, which was still shredded on the floor. He looks at his leg and to his good fortune, it had already healed so he estimates that he had been sleeping for more than a whole day in that cave and deep down, he was thankful that Evan had not revealed to the Doctor where he was hiding despite what he had done to him. He stood up with a great difficulty and his white body covered with scars was revealed naked, as if he had fallen into a coma and it was still hard for his brain to send signals for him to move. He no longer felt shaky or sweaty as he had that night, so he quickly assumed he had regained his powers and the first thing he did was teleport with what little energy and ability he had in the real world and fell directly onto the dirty mattress in the basement of his nursery. As he fell onto it, he finally felt more ''safe'' within reason and finally began to process everything that had happened with the Trapper. The fact that he had taken advantage of him at his most vulnerable moment came back in making him feel even more vulnerable than he already felt, now not only was he had enough with the bastard Doctor, but now he would have with Evan's other bastard, who he knew was going to watch him even more closely than Doctor because of his hunting skills. He had a month to get Philip and Evan to reconcile again, otherwise he would be in severe trouble and he really wasn't capable of dealing with both of them. The only advantage to all this is that Freddy can see Evan's dreams and while he is in the dream world, he can keep an eye on him since he is invisible to his eyes and at best, attack him in his sleep but the mere fact that he is looking for him while he is without his powers made him recoil in his thoughts. Evan was not someone you wanted to deal with and everyone knew it, but Doctor was far worse. In fact if Evan were to cut him up and tear him into many pieces it was better than being with Herman, anything was better than dealing with him really and something inside him gave him the perception that he would never leave him alone, being much worse for him.

He lay down on the mattress covering himself with dirty blankets and made a superhuman attempt not to burst into tears. He knew what he had done in his past, he knew that what he had done was lousy and that deep down he deserved to die for it because up to that moment, he had not a shred of regret in having played with and hurt several children at the daycare center where he worked. He was transformed into a dream demon because of his enormous thirst for revenge, revenge on those children who betrayed him, betrayed his trust and his twisted and sick bond. According to Freddy's mind, he loved the children, but not in the right way making him finally fall before a mob of angry parents with a Molotov cocktail bomb in hand. His worst torture was seeing Quentin over and over again, hooking him up and letting the Entity take him away when he was his special boy along with Nancy...Not being able to kill him with his bare hands, only in repetitive bullshit rituals was also getting on his nerves. Now even outside of rituals he would be in trouble as the Doctor discovered his weak spot and just as he did with his victims, he would fall victim to a predator even sicker than himself.

The Entity appears inside the basement and with his abilities recreates his clothes leaving him by his side. Freddy looks at the clothes and begins to put them on, slowly and shamefully, as he knew the Entity had seen everything.

-Hello Nightmare... Good night?

-No, I must assume you saw everything, didn't you?

-Yes and it was an impressive show, Evan really enjoyed it and that's a good thing, isn't it?

-Could you at least intervene? It's...Unfair...I can't defend myself...- Freddy bit his lips and swallowed angrily as he knew the answer the Entity would give him.

-Huh ? Aren't you supposed to have done exactly the same thing?

-I didn't rape any child!

-No? And what did you do in the pictures you keep in your filthy box?

-I...

-Don't come to play the poor victim, Nightmare. You're a murderer like all the others, behave like one and get what you deserve.

-So your bullshit rule about ''No fighting with each other'' with me doesn't matter?

-Oh, but of course I do, dear. But as long as they don't decide to tear you apart or torture you, I can't do anything.

-You're a fucking bastard, Ente.

-I recommend that you respect me, Doctor would be happy if I asked him to experiment on you again.

-Well... I'll do whatever you ask me to do..." Freddy answered, ducking his head and finishing dressing completely. His clothes this time were covered with blood and felt disgustingly sticky and wet, as if they were full of paint. Also his pants, his claws and his hat...He hated prestige clothes.

-You will have five rituals today and I expect you to perform them well, Nightmare. I will ask you please not to disappoint me, although given your situation...It is best that you do not disappoint me.

The Entity retreats from Freddy's basement like a giant spider and despite what happened to him, he had to perform the rituals. He didn't want to get in trouble with the Entity as he knew perfectly well what he meant by the phrase ''Given his situation''. ''Son of a bitch'' thought Freddy. ''I knew that bastard would start threatening me with that Doctor shit''.

The first four rituals were fine for Freddy's taste. The last one was where he had problems, since it was in the laboratory and it is where he has more problems to complete them. So he only performs two of the four sacrifices he has to make and although the Entity is not entirely upset, he is not very happy either.

-Very good performance Nightmare, except for the last one. I hope next time it comes out better.

-Yes majesty..." Freddy answered seriously, looking at the gloomy aspect of the Lery. He hated it, it was huge, dark, with so many windows to drive you crazy and that disgustingly noisy machinery in the center that caused him severe auditory discomfort. Everything about that place he hated and the Doctor was well aware of that.

Freddy was retreating to another realm of the lab when he senses a presence walking towards him in the distance. Freddy knew who it was so he quickly used his power to teleport away and avoid it, which causes an amused laugh from the Doctor.

''As slippery as an alley cat, I like it'' The Doctor thought to himself as he sat in his office reading some folders he had on the table, he had a feeling he would soon have it to himself...It was just a matter of time.

°~~~°

Weeks went by and to the Entity's delight, the rituals Nightmare was performing were on a good track. Most of the rituals were taking three or four sacrifices, making him quite annoying even though he was with his powers so reduced unlike before. He watched everyone and in general everyone was having good days, so he was getting more and more powerful and was able to bring more killers and more survivors into his world. Thanks to them, the Entity had the ability to keep bringing more people and monsters to his beloved realm, as well as the power to handle rituals as he saw fit. So for him, all was in order for now, as the assassins had not broken any rules, Nightmare was behaving himself and Doctor had reduced his thirst for experimentation.

Freddy was still thinking about what Evan had told him that night and didn't know how to approach Philip, even though he was the one he talked to the most. He was always a silent killer and a bystander to everything, he was never really one to talk. He had a much more shy and withdrawn personality than his counterpart from the other parallel world, who he saw once when he was given his demonic powers and was much more annoying. They only met a couple of times after that and it was he who told her that she must take revenge on those who burned him alive, thus completing the wish of the dream demons. He almost managed to complete his mission, but Nancy and Quentin were much smarter than him and managed to defeat him once. After that, he almost managed to kill Quentin but the Mist being got in the way, not really knowing why and how he was able to do it. A deal with the dream demons? It made sense, as his counterpart was much stronger than him in the realm of power and was more skilled at hunting and the Dream Demons liked that, so they weren't going to let him go so easily so he was a better choice to go with the Entity. More people to scare, more people to kill, more people he could have fun with.

Freddy had five days left in his reduction lapse and he still hadn't spoken to Philip. He was constantly close to him observing his activities and his almost melancholic mood because in all that time he had not spoken to Evan and he really missed him but was not able to admit it. Evan for his part although he was still involved with the others, deep down he missed Philip too but much less was he going to admit it since that would be going against his character. It was night and everyone had gone to sleep, Freddy could see their doors and even the Doctor's but he would swear never to enter through that door, so he entered each of the dreams but one was missing, Philip's. So it was obvious he was not asleep and with curiosity he reaches his realm, where he was inside one of the abandoned cars lying down drinking beer and unable to fall asleep. Even some tears of melancholy were flowing from his golden and luminous eyes like those of an owl.

Nightmare had the ability to detect people who wanted to sleep but were unable to do so, but would not activate his power until he was sure they really wanted to sleep...Another of the Entity's prohibitions, as his ability to sleep was very powerful even against assassins.

-Shit, I can't sleep...

Freddy stared at him as he cried and stared at the roof of the car thinking, he thought about whether he was going to continue to be able to not talk to Evan until his feelings for him subsided. Freddy's look reflected seriousness and also some melancholy for Philip, he loved a fucking bastard and he didn't deserve that.

-Damn it...Nightmare...If you are here, can you make me sleep? I need to sleep so I can do the rituals tomorrow....

Philip closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was no longer inside the car. He was in a strange bed with soft white sheets, next to a wooden but very cozy cabin with a window next to it that reflected a stormy, dark night. He had fallen asleep and was dreaming, with Freddy staring at him standing at the side of the bed.

-Did I fall asleep?" Philip asked, sitting up in bed, realizing that he was not in his usual clothes, but in white fuzzy pajamas which had such a soft, warm texture that he hugged himself with a smile. He felt a bit calmer in this environment.

-Yes," Freddy answered, looking at the window, he could not see any color and he could not see that the sky was night.

-Oh... Freddy, I called you and you came?

-No, I was next to you when you asked me to put you to sleep.

-And what were you looking at me for? You saw me crying, didn't you? Philip felt annoyed and ashamed. Crying was not something killers should do, it was a huge sign of weakness.

-No..." Freddy lied.

-Shit... And what were you doing looking at me?

-I wanted to talk to you, Wraith, but I couldn't find the right time to do it.

-Thanks for putting me to sleep, but I don't want to talk to anyone right now, sorry Nightmare.

-...Good.

Freddy was in no mood to fight or antagonize anyone. His days of retrenchment were approaching and he needed a good place to hide from both the Doctor and the Trapper, so he wasn't motivated to see any dreams at the moment. He was about to teleport to another dream when Philip asks him to stop.

-Wait... -Don't leave. I need to talk to someone. Can you sit down and summon beer? I don't get drunk but I taste it

Freddy summons two small bottles of beer and sits on the side of Philip's bed. Philip begins to drink and felt that bitter and very cold taste of beer in his mouth, so much so that he even doubted he was dreaming.

-Where am I?" Philip asked, looking around, seeing that it was a very warm and small place. The decoration was very poor, but nice and cozy, like a typical small wooden house in the middle of a forest with a huge fireplace that provided that homey warmth.

-I don't know, it's your dream and maybe it's a representation of what gives you peace of mind, including your sleepwear.

-Oh, shit... Don't look at me with this shit on please! I look like an idiot!

-I've seen worse shit in other people's dreams," Freddy replied, drinking beer seriously, still with Evan's voice going through his mind.

-Really? -Like what?

-Believe me, if I told you about other people's sex dreams, you'd be surprised.

Philip let out a soft laugh. He felt strangely calmer with Nightmare by his side and he didn't quite understand the reason for this.

-I appreciate you being here, even if it's in my dreams. I needed to talk to someone a little more discreet.

-Stop?

-I think you know why, don't you Freddy?

Freddy looked at Philip and let out a soft smile, he had perfect knowledge of his melancholy.

-Yes... It's because of the huge guy, isn't it?

-Huge? He's shorter than me...

Philip looked at Nightmare and let out another laugh louder than the last. He was forgetting that Freddy was much smaller than both of them and that was funny to him too. He thought he was the smallest killer man, even smaller than the teenage Legion and even Ghostface.  

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun... But yes, it's because of him....

-I guess you haven't talked to him, have you?

-No...- Philip answered, drinking from the bottle quickly, as if he desperately needed to drink some alcohol even though he had been drinking before going to sleep.

-I see you've kept your word and stayed away from him, huh?" Freddy replied, finishing drinking the small bottle of beer and made it disappear into the dream world.

-Yes, I think it's for the best since he doesn't even care that we've apparently moved away....

-He loves you Philip," Philip answered, looking at him sideways, he needed them to talk somehow.

-What are you talking about Freddy?

-He really misses you, Wraith, but he's not able to tell you.

-It makes sense... Having feelings for another killer is stupid, isn't it?

-You and he are still human...They have feelings.

-What about you?

-I stopped being human long before the Entity brought me to this shit, in the dream world I feel nothing.

-What do you advise me to do," Philip asked in a confused and sad voice. He hated to have feelings for a man and especially for Evan.

-That's for you to decide, dear Wraith. If you want to talk to him and work things out, you can do so, especially if you know he won't do it because he's a proud, self-centered bastard.

-I'll have to think about it tomorrow... Thanks for your advice.

-You're welcome," Freddy replied getting out of bed thinking or rather pleading that they would talk and end up fucking so Evan wouldn't fuck him in his reduction lapse.

-Are you leaving?" Evan asked, staring at him from the bed, something didn't seem to want him to leave.

-Yes, I'm not someone who stays in someone's dream for very long.

-Hey...Freddy...-Philip stammered trying to connect the words but they didn't come out. He was a pretty shy guy, after all.

-Freddy looked him seriously in the eyes, but also with curiosity.

-Can you... lie down here for a while...? Philip ducked his head at such a strange and ridiculous request. He had never asked anyone for anything like that before, only his grandmother when he was a child, so asking that of Nightmare gave him a strange stomach ache. Freddy on the other hand, looked at him with strange confusion since he obviously a dream demon couldn't sleep and he hasn't been that close to another killer for personal taste either.

-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you... I'm sorry if I offended you.

-No, I'm not offended," Freddy smiled with his burned and slightly deformed lips. He knew Philip was very lonely and asked him because he was looking for comfort, clearly showing that he still retained quite a bit of humanity.

Unlike Philip, Freddy lay back on the sheets on the shore and placed his arms under his head in relaxation mode. Phillip, looking at him, moved far enough away so as not to make each other uncomfortable.

-Thank you, I really didn't think about what I said.

-It doesn't matter...

-You don't sleep, do you?

-Only when I am out of the dream world.

-Are you like us there?

-If by ''We'' you mean I have to sleep, eat and shit, then yes, I do.

-You're very curious, huh?

Freddy grimaced at this, it reminded him of the Doctor as he was always telling him.

Philip settled on his side looking at Freddy closely, his eyes fixed and calm. He was closely observing the burns on his cheeks and neck, his cheekbones were very pronounced and thin, despite his notorious deformity due to the damage he suffered.

-And the other thing either?

Freddy felt that stare and yet it didn't bother him. It didn't have that foul presence of the Doctor or that disturbing, domineering presence of the Trapper. It was shadowy, but calm at the same time as if it were an already consummated fire. Freddy knew what Philip was referring to, it was obvious.

-No.

-I see...

Philip was slowly getting closer and closer to Freddy's body, who was not fazed by this either. He had never touched his body and most likely that caused him enormous curiosity.

-Your burns hurt in the real world," Philip asked softly, his voice calm and almost comforting.

-No, it doesn't hurt... But the temperature changes feel horrible.

-Similar to what happens to me with lights?

-Basically, although I think your weakness is more incapacitating than mine.

-Surely, but I've been able to get used to it....

Philip was practically touching the corner of Freddy's side lightly with his hand. He was looking at her face more and more closely, noting the huge burn on her cheek, her red flesh standing out very much from the rest of her skin which was white. His gaze was curious, he wanted to touch her but he didn't want to make Nightmare uncomfortable or be invasive.

-You're asleep, Wraith," Nightmare answered, covering his face with his felt hat, not wanting to look him in the eyes, "I know you want to touch my face.

-I'm sorry, but... I've never touched someone with such a scar... Can I...?

While Freddy felt practically nothing in the dream world, in the human sense he could feel a nervousness running through his body. It reminded him of both the Doctor and the Trapper touching his cheeks and even the Doctor had licked them, but in a way, with Wraith it was something different.Confidence? It was likely, so he made no single movement and nodded his head.

Philip slowly with his fingers stroked first his chin and then the areas around his huge scar. He didn't want to be invasive, besides all this was very strange for him as he was doing all this in his sleep. Freddy's skin was strangely cold, and he really didn't expect it to be a surprise. Freddy still didn't move, feeling Philip's fingers so softly and gently made him swallow saliva, he didn't feel uncomfortable but he felt a strange tension despite being in the dream world.

-Freddy...You...Can you transform into the dream world?

-Yes, I can do whatever I want here," Freddy replied, removing his hat from his face and putting it aside.

-Why don't you get rid of the burns? Philip asked being so close to Freddy's face that he could even feel his warmth, a human warmth, a pleasant warmth.

-Because this is what I am at the end of the day. These burns made me into a dream demon....

At that moment, there was a moment that could be described as strangely tense on the part of both of them. Freddy looked at Philip with his clear eyes and reflected an expressionless look, while he reflected a strange look of curiosity and...something else that Nightmare could not describe as he had lost that feeling long ago.  They were so close to each other that they could see the slightest expression and changes in each other. Philip stroked the most burned cheek with clear care, feeling on his fingertips that cool, slightly jelly-like skin of the burn, causing Freddy to touch his hand to stop him. Really what happened after that was inexplicable for both of them since neither of them realized what they did until the lips of one were joined with the other's, it was a soft, slow and...cold kiss. Philip felt the other person's parched lips and realizing what he had done and that Nightmare had not put up any kind of resistance made him pull back sharply and shakily.

-What the fuck did I do...? It can't be...

-Wraith...

Everything went black, everything vanished in a flash. Nightmare returned to the hallway of the dream world and Philip's door was gone, leaving him as confused as he was dumbfounded at what had just happened. What had that been? It was something too strange and he hadn't expected Philip to have been able to take that initiative, but it wasn't any kind of attraction and Freddy knew that. It just happened because he probably imagined that it was Evan or something like that, actually from the time he had been trapped in this world, nothing like that had ever happened.

Again, everything went dark. Freddy tried to go back to the hallway but couldn't, wondering what the hell was happening again and why his power wasn't working, until he entered another place in the dream world. In that world, there was a strange room, as if it were a doctor's office but all elegantly decorated as if the office was in an expensive place. Freddy had no mastery of that world so nervousness began to run through his little body, he prayed that it was not what he was thinking.

-Hello Nightmare

Freddy looked around a corner and there was the Doctor sitting in an elegant office, a huge leather chair where he could sit comfortably, he had a chessboard on the table.

-What the fuck is this?" Freddy asked, staring at him, preparing his hand to fight him again.

-Relax, I'm not here to fight with you," Herman replied without moving from his chair.

-What the fuck do you want? How did you get me here?

-I want to talk to you, ask you something

-Answer my fucking questions first, Doctor," Freddy snarled fiercely.

-I brought you calling you, now I can call you in my dreams thanks to a research I was doing with the experiments I did with you.

Freddy tensed. He couldn't believe that Doctor had obtained this ability, it made him feel more and more trapped like an insect in a giant spider's web.

-What do you want from me? Do you want to experiment with me again?

-I would love to, but I can't do it if the Entity doesn't ask me to... I can't take you out of your world either, he has forbidden me to do so until he authorizes me. Why have you avoided me so much? We had an incredible time together, didn't we?

-Shut the fuck up, you're the only one who felt any of it.

-Why don't you give me another chance? I swear that this time I will do much better... At that moment I was in ecstasy for experimenting with you...

-Go fuck yourself, sicko. Don't ever come near me again

-So...Answer me something...Evan told me you had to tell me something. What would it be? I'm very intrigued with what you want to tell me, especially if it involves him as well.

Freddy went blank. Evan and Herman had talked and it was more than certain that he had already told him that they had fucked and he must have said that nasty shit to get him to leave him alone, which made him feel more nervous than ever

-That idiot is playing a joke on you, I have nothing to talk to you about.

-Really? Mmm...Evan's not exactly the kind of guy who makes those jokes dear Nightmare.

-Stop screwing around, Doctor. I have nothing to talk to any of you

Herman gets up from the chair and comes within inches of Freddy, causing Freddy to have that same fear he had in the lab again.

-I know there's something you have to tell me, dear, and I'll end up knowing it anyway. I hope it's not too unfortunate....

-Don't make bullshit threats, I can still leave you the same as last time.

-Oh, I have it perfectly clear. That's why this time I'll let this little mishap between the two of us pass and make amends, don't you think so, Mr. Nightmare? I hope next time you can tell me and not have to force the words out, though...You might enjoy the roughness.....

The Doctor was about to touch Freddy's face, but Freddy manages to escape, leaving the doctor alone in his dream.

''Soon I'll know what you wanted to tell me, Nightmare...''...

°~~~~~°

The moment of reduction had begun and all Freddy could do at that moment was to stay hidden in his basement covered with a big thick blanket trying to get warm and sleep. He still had in his mind not only Evan and Herman, but also Philip and that kiss that felt so soft, so natural...So strange. Freddy had no feelings for Philip other than perhaps that of a ''friend'' and Philip had no feelings for him either, only that of a confidant because of his quiet, observant nature outside of being a killer who kills in his sleep. Neither of them could explain what happened, but since neither of them had any feelings for each other, it was just a matter of simply forgetting about it. Maybe it was a magical kiss since it made Trapper and Wraith talk again and also fuck again, so Freddy had one less shit to worry about, except for the sick fuck Doctor, but he didn't notice his presence around for that moment.

Freddy was asleep in his basement, warm enough, when he senses a presence in the place, a disturbing presence. Freddy wakes up briefly, but due to the sleepy state he was in, he ignored it and continued sleeping. It wasn't until he felt a hand caressing his face and neck that made him wake up abruptly. This hand grabbed him by the neck and pinned him tightly to the mattress preventing him from being able to move.

-What the fuck?" Freddy said, unable to move his body.

-Hello Nightmare" It was Evan who held him.

-No... Shit let me go! I did what you asked me to do!

-So, you think that was it? Are you really so naive to believe that I would leave you alone by doing that? You don't deserve it...

-Evan, please, leave me alone... I didn't get involved with you....

-Besides, you didn't tell the Doctor what I asked you to say either, and you made a fool of me. That's unforgivable, I won't let anyone take me away and think I'm a liar.

-I couldn't do it... -I couldn't do it... -I couldn't do it...

-I don't care that you couldn't do it, it was a very easy shit to do, just tell him that I fucked you much better than him and that was it... Or are you more afraid of the Doctor than of me?

-I'm not afraid of any of you....

-Really?

Freddy miraculously managed to free his gloved hand and put his claws through Evan's throat, making him choke on his blood. Evan didn't think Freddy would be able to do it and caught him off guard, causing Freddy to run out of the nursery.

-You can't escape from me Freddy, you can't teleport, so I'll look for you all over your beloved nursery....

Freddy ran as fast as he could trying to get away from Evan, but his running didn't do him much good. One of his legs fell on a bear trap he had set, making him scream from the pain and bleed again. That piercing scream was like a delight to Evan's ear, who managed to hear it and walked over to where he had fallen. Freddy looked at him in panic

-Interesting move of digging your claws into me, huh? Despite having no powers you're pretty curious after all.

-Trapper, please... Don't hurt me.

-Ah, I also heard that you and Philip are having a rather ''close'' friendship, huh?

-I don't know what you're talking about....

-Philip tells me everything, Freddy...He even told me that he was starting to feel a slight attraction to you, do you realize that? First the Doctor, now with Philip...I'll really get even with this.

-No, you're thinking wrong...

Freddy received a slap in the face. Hard enough so that his nose started to bleed and the Entity must have appeared with his paws, it was a way of warning since he was forbidden to fight. Evan looked at the Entity and made a grunt of anger, Freddy of relaxation...Relaxation that really would be short lived. Evan with the handle of his machete, hit the area behind Freddy's neck, causing that blow to knock him unconscious instantly. The Entity was going to attack Evan, but Evan made a gesture with his arms.

-I will not harm you, I swear your majesty.

-So ?

-I will take him to a special place...I swear he will not be harmed in any way.

-Well, I'll believe in you.

Evan takes Freddy's body so easily that it made him let out a laugh.

''This idiot weighs less than the survivors.''

With Nightmare in his arms, he walks out of the nursery and into another realm, the Doctor's realm.

Chapter Text

VIII TREATMENT

FREDDY KRUEGER X EVAN MACMILLAN X HERMAN CARTER FIC

Freddy wakes up with a deep headache and neck pain. He felt heavy and achy, similar to waking up with a huge hangover from drinking so much the night before that you end up losing consciousness. He felt strangely comfortable which gave him a deep bad feeling. He looked around slightly and everything was dark, as if it was nighttime and the lights were totally off...The walls looked white and ruined, along with a creaking sound that was in the place like a hospital. It took Freddy a couple of seconds to realize that he wasn't in Springwood, but somewhere else and he didn't know how he got there. He sat up carefully and noticed that he was covered with a thick blanket and lying on one of the many gurneys at the Lery Memorial Institute.

His body received a huge adrenaline rush, the worst mistake was to be in that place and he had to leave before he was discovered.

He quickly got up from the stretcher but could not take a single step, as he fell from it and something pulled on his neck which made him retch slightly. His neck was tied to a strong conduit in the room with a strange device, similar to a white colored TV connector which prevented him from escaping. He looked at his leg as he remembered he had fallen into a trap, but to his surprise, it was carefully bandaged and cared for, a fact that caused him even more confusion than he was already having. Seeing that he couldn't get away made him go into despair and he tried to break that wired connector, but it was useless. It was a flexible thing but too strong for his thin and fragile arms, he was tied to that place.

-I see you have awakened. How is my patient feeling?

The darkness was quite dark, but in the midst of it, a pair of light blue eyes luminous as two electric bulbs could be distinguished staring at Freddy and approaching him slowly. The Doctor this time was neither in the typical huge robe he always wore, nor his treatment stick. He was only with his shirt and tie on, his presence unlike last time ready to torture or experiment on him, was different, much more peaceful which made Freddy even more nervous.

-What the fuck? How did I get here?" asked Freddy trying to get out of the connector but it was impossible.

-Trapper brought you here and I took care of that wound since it is very deep, even your bone was showing... You shouldn't exert yourself too much, don't you think so? It's not the idea that your wound gets worse

-Why am I tied up? Get this damn thing off me!

-Oh... That's a special connector I created for you. You see, I knew you were going to want to leave here the moment you woke up and I had to avoid that, you are my patient and it is my duty to take care of you until your foot heals. So I would recommend you to follow my instructions and behave yourself because if you don't, I will have to use the conduit and you don't want that, do you?

The Doctor, was going to touch Freddy's chin but Freddy tries to hurt his face but realizes he doesn't have his glove on, which made him freeze. The Doctor held his hands and cornered him on the wall.

-Uh, but what a bad start Mr. Nightmare. I regret to inform you that you do not have your glove on to prevent us from hurting each other and to complete the treatment in a more passive way Don't you think so?

-What the fuck, where's my glove," Freddy stammered at the man who was many times his size and strength.

-It's too small for me, I don't know how you can wear this uncomfortable shit- -A voice was heard from the distance. It was Evan who had also entered the room and was looking at his right hand with Freddy's glove on.

-Evan...Why did you bring me here?...Freddy looked at him angry and disturbed. Seeing him with his glove was a huge insult, his weapon was something fancy and new, not for a fucking animal idiot like the Trapper to be wearing it.

-To treat your wound, besides... I want you to tell the doctor the same thing you told me.

-Oh, I'm still very curious to know... What do you have to tell me, dear Nightmare?

Freddy looked away and swallowed saliva. He remembered again that moment he must have obligingly told Evan that it was better to fuck him than the Doctor, although honestly it was a little better but it was not something he wanted to do. He wasn't able to admit this to the Doctor, it made him feel humiliated and now he was back to feeling that way again, tied by his neck and with an injured leg...Worse than a survivor.

-Hmm? Apparently Freddy doesn't want to talk," Herman answered, looking at Evan in a curious way, he wanted to know what he had to tell him since he could tell it was important.

-Bastard son of a bitch- Answered Evan, getting dangerously close to Freddy's body and grabs him by his neck, making Freddy grab his arm and look at him in panic- Tell the Doctor the same thing you told me that night! That night we both enjoyed...

-Doctor looked Nightmare straight in the eye, with a glint of curiosity and at the same time a bit of annoyance, "Did something happen between you?

-This bastard is the one who should tell you... Come on, damn it, say it...

Nightmare was far from willing to talk, causing them both to slowly begin to lose patience.

-I've had enough..." Evan took his machete and was ready to cut his neck in one move, Freddy closed his eyes begging him not to do it but Doctor stopped him.

-Don't get involved Doctor! I'll get the words out of this asshole any way I can!

-You know we can't hurt him, Evan," Doctor replied in a calm and peaceful voice, causing Evan to slowly lower his gun.

-What the fuck are you planning?

Doctor stares at both of them, with an increasingly radiant smile. He watches Freddy's burns closely and his skin pale as a corpse. Freddy's heart at seeing him so close in the real world was beating faster than ever.

-I have many ways to make him talk, it reminds me of my old days when I experimented with spies to make them talk.

-You can't experiment on him either," Evan replied, looking at him with clear displeasure.

-Oh, I have full knowledge of that, but it's not necessary either...I know his weak points and I'll see how long he holds out...Dear Trapper, could you cut his clothes?

-No shit let me go!

Freddy tried punching and kicking, but none of this was enough. The Doctor positioned himself behind Freddy's body and effortlessly reduced his arms so that he would not move. Evan with Freddy's gloves that he had not yet removed, caresses his white, thin, scarred torso. The edge and tips of his gloves Freddy felt them uncomfortable...Was he really being harassed with his own weapon?

-Mmm, you used these gloves to pet children, didn't you? Did you also tear their clothes?

Evan fiddled with one of the holes in Nightmare's sweater and slowly began to cut it open, exposing his abdomen. The cold breeze from the lab made him shiver. The air was much worse than that of the cave, his body cooled even faster, so the involuntary shivering was increasing, much to the Doctor's delight.

-Very well, now I'll take off your pants," answered the Doctor and with both hands he caressed Freddy's hips, with the same abnormal heat as last time. A mixture of burning heat and a certain humidity of sweat made him remember this so his voice cracked.

-Please, Doctor... Don't do it.

-I see you're more afraid of the Doctor than you are of me, huh?" Evan looked at him with a smile behind his mask.

-Relax, we won't hurt you here, if you cooperate it will be much easier.

He fumbled with the button of his pants and then his zipper. He slowly unbuttoned both and pulled his pants down to his knees, leaving only his underwear. His bony white legs stood out in front of the Doctor's dark skin, who pulled away from him and pushed him to the floor who made him fall hitting the cold floor of the lab. Freddy looked at both of them in panic

-Let's see how long he can last naked in the cold of this place. How long will he last like this, Mr. Freddy?

A couple of minutes later, Freddy looked like a corpse, if it wasn't for the fact that he was shaking frantically, he would simply look like a corpse that was about to be checked in the morgue. His lips were trembling and had even changed color to a violet one along with the dark circles under his eyes that were becoming more noticeable by the second. Evan and Herman were staring at him with a patience that was slowly beginning to break, especially for Evan who was looking at him with anger but at the same time with a bit of respect, as he apparently had not a shred of giving in to this, although the look in his eyes expressed horrible pain along with a pleading light to please stop. Freddy felt the frozen floor like a giant ice cube and it even seemed to burn him again, but he wasn't going to speak, he didn't want to acknowledge what he said to Evan even if he was placed in a giant freezer

-It seems that the patient does not want to talk in spite of everything... Rather stubborn, isn't he?" The Doctor with his burning hand caressed Nightmare's cheek and he looked at him with a defiant hatred, a charming and daring look for the Doctor.

-You son of a bitch," Evan replied, lifting his body off his neck.

-Speak, damn it!

-I'll never tell... I'll never admit it..." Freddy stammered as he began to lose his breath from the tightness of his neck.

-Herman said calmly. This calmness exasperated Evan and frightened Freddy even more, who had the perception that something was up.

-Your shit doesn't work," Evan shouted, squeezing Nightmare's thin neck tighter.

-They will, I promise, but you must let him go, otherwise the Entity will take him away.

Evan let go of Freddy, putting him back on the floor in a desperate attempt to regain his lost air. His body was wobbling and he had to hold on to the stretcher he was lying on to keep from falling. The Doctor left the room and returned with an object that neither of them could recognize at first.

-Mr. Frederick," said the Doctor with a sarcastically happy tone, a laugh so false that it disgusted them both, "Look... Do you recognize this?

Freddy with the darkness could not see very well, so as best he could he tried to adjust his eyes to what the Doctor had in his hands. It was something relatively large and dark...A couple of seconds were enough for Freddy to become completely paralyzed and a cold sweat began to run through his body, as if he had seen the Devil face to face and this was going to take him to hell.

-What are you doing with that?" Freddy stammered, clearly nervous and frightened by what his eyes were seeing, he could not believe that the Doctor had found him.

-What is that shit," Evan asked, arching an eyebrow behind his mask.

-It's a box," answered the Doctor, glancing at it in a superficial way. "But I believe that for Freddy it is something much more valuable than a simple box, isn't it?

-My black box..." Freddy replied with imminent nervousness "Please...Leave that box, I beg you.

-Oh? I know you use this one for your rituals...What's in it?

-Freddy shouted, but his voice stopped, as if his throat was dry and needed water, which made him cough.

-Oh... I see it's very important to you, what's wrong with it?

-Maybe some of his nasty shit," Evan replied.

-Mmm... Let's see," answered the Doctor.

-Don't open it! Please, Doctor!

Ignoring it, the Doctor lifted the lid of the dark box and threw it to the floor. Inside were dusty, ash-like contents and papers resembling photographs.

-What the fuck are they?" Evan asked increasingly impatient.

Freddy was looking at the Doctor and as he took one of the pictures, he tries to run towards him to stop him, but the driver stops him abruptly, so he couldn't get close. Trapper looks at Freddy's reaction and then at Herman's reaction. Herman looked at the pictures one by one and his face changed drastically, enough for Evan to notice and it made him think that there really was something fucking disturbing about those pictures, so much so that even the Doctor had a huge disgusted look on his face

 -What the fuck is wrong with the pictures, Doctor?

-I can see why you had them so hidden, huh?

-He removes the hooks from his mouth and eyes with a watery sound. Evan takes the box from him and also looks at the photographs, making the same disgusted face and looking at Freddy with a stunned look on his face.

-But...what the fuck is this...I'll tear you limb from limb Krueger motherfucker!

-Don't do it," replied the Doctor, looking at Freddy seriously as he stared at the two of them in panic, cornered to the wall.

-You don't give me orders you bastard," replied Evan looking at the Doctor, "If you intervene I will cut you into pieces too, I don't care if the Entity punishes me for this, but God I will enjoy tearing this disgusting worm to pieces.

-No, I won't stop you from doing it, but that would mean you can't be my assistant- Herman smiled looking at Evan, who stopped dead in his tracks with this. Freddy had raised his hands to protect his body from Evan's blade.

-Helper?

-You see...I once read that Pedophilia was going to be considered a sexual orientation, because the Pedophile doesn't choose to be one, something similar to homosexuality. Being really a bullshit comparison, I won't lie to you, that's a huge offense to homosexuality. But, psychiatry decided to change it to a Paraphilia since it causes harm to others and with good reason...I had never witnessed someone with that disorder and we could try some method of treatment to this, don't you think?

Maybe with a particular experience we could cure it... What do you think?

-No... What will you do to me?...

-First... I want to know what you have to tell me, dear Freddy. We can't lie about this

-I don't...

The Doctor takes one of the photos and in front of his eyes begins to tear them up one by one.

-No, please leave them," Freddy demanded with an almost heart-rending cry. More heartbreaking than the torture the Doctor inflicted on him and more heartbreaking than the fall into the Trapper's trap.

-You still have the fucking nerve to fucking beg for it," Evan shouted and held him with his strong arms, slowly squeezing his thin little body tighter.

-To start the treatment, you have to let go of the past, right? I will break them all, in front of your eyes.

-I'll tell you the truth..." Freddy bit his lips and his eyes subtly began to water as he watched Herman tear up his treasured photographs of himself and other children at the day care center. Especially of his beloved little girl, Nancy. To his mind, he literally fell in love with her, her and the other children whom he saw as his reason for living, his reason for being and they were also his undoing.

Evan fucks better than you...- Said Freddy bending his head down begging the Doctor to stop tearing up his pictures, pictures which were the only memory he had of them, the only memory where he was happy, truly happy...Even if that happiness was in a sick and twisted way.

The Doctor stopped tearing up the photographs and stared at them both. The lights in his eyes changed color from a blue to a color ranging from red to orange.

-Really? -Why do you say that?

-Because we fucked, and he moaned like a bitch and told me so.

-So you fucked, huh? -How did it feel Evan?

-It wasn't so bad, he uses his tongue well....

With that, Doctor finishes tearing up all the pictures and Freddy looked at the pieces on the floor with a mental urge to want to pick them up and want to put them together, he felt his burnt and dead heart from years ago shatter along with the beautiful memories he possessed of that daycare, which now was simply a wrecked building, abandoned houses and everything in ashes. What little he remembered of his life was them...Those high pitched, tender voices running and playing through the hallways and playgrounds, where he enjoyed working in the flowers and as he did so, more than one child would come up to him and hug him from behind with those innocent, angelic smiles. Looks that provoked an unparalleled warmth to his mind and heart. But the closer he got to them, the less he could control his predatory urges, especially with Nancy who he enjoyed talking to, watching and flattering the most. She had a beautiful blue dress which she adored and it stood out so much on her white, plump, oily baby skin, look at her legs and her pretty pink knees that looked so...Delicate, soft...With a delicious smell of baby cream, baby perfume and baby shampoo...Smell she always remembered, as she kept her beautiful blue dress and more than once smelled it outside of the dream world. That smell, when it entered her nostrils caused a vibration of ecstasy that she could feel in every pore of her body, a sensation that although it was not something abnormal, the reason for this was the worst sin of all. He also looked at the pictures, especially of her where she was indeed wearing that dress. The moment he could caress her and with his glove cause a slight scratch to those pink knees was the most beautiful and pleasurable moment of his pathetic life. Seeing all the pictures, being able to feel her scent, being able to still have those memories were almost the only thing that could provoke ''something'' referring to carnal and impure desires inside his mind. All of that died along with those broken pictures on the floor...His mind felt broken and all he wanted was to be able to pick up those pieces but the Doctor wasn't going to allow it.

-Then this will be easier," said the Doctor, looking at Freddy with a wicked grin.

-Let me go..." begged Freddy, who was still being held by the Trapper's muscular arms.

Herman tore up all the pictures, except for one...A picture that was one of the few normal ones among the others that cannot be described in this story. It showed a man smiling next to the same little girl that was in most of the other pictures. They were both smiling happily and the girl was apparently sitting comfortably on the legs of the man, who was not at all ugly if the Doctor looked closely. He had straight and abundant light brown hair, very well combed and moderately long, penetrating blue eyes that reflected pure happiness. Thin and pronounced features gave him a calm and cadaverous appearance, it was noticeable in a way that he took care of his appearance and personal hygiene.

The Doctor broke only the part where the girl was, keeping the piece of the man's face for himself, with a victorious smile.

-I must assume that the man in the photos was you, wasn't it?

Freddy did not want to acknowledge it, but slowly nodded his head.

-How does it feel to be from a relatively attractive man to the disgusting, burnt-out thing you are now?

-Please... Give me that photograph.

-Do you want her? If you want her, she will have to do what we ask, you will also have to give in to the treatment, what do you think?

-No...

Doctor grabbed Freddy by the jaw

-So, good tongue according to Trapper, huh? Why don't you show me what you do with it?

-No, I will not...

The conduit in Freddy's neck gave him an electric current that passed through his entire body. It was not a powerful current, but the mixture with Freddy's cold body felt painful and uncomfortable which made him give a weak but melancholy cry.

-I'll increase the shocks more, Freddy, and it will be worse for you. If you want to be cured, you'll have to let us do it.

-Please let me go... I haven't hurt any of you... I just want to be at peace in this shitty world

The Doctor slowly began to clench his jaw and he might very well be able to fracture it. Freddy felt the clenching of his hot fingers and his only option was to obey the Doctor, he was in no physical or mental condition to be on the defensive.

-I want you to stick out your tongue, Nightmare.

Freddy painfully and slowly, moved his lips and let out a long, pointed, snake-like tongue. It was strangely long and thin, being a strangely attractive quality to the Doctor.

The Doctor without the mouth hooks, this would make it easier for him. He also pulled out his own which was quite thick but shorter than Freddy's. With his tongue he slowly pinked Nightmare's, feeling it cold as a slug. Freddy by inertia tried to pull away, but Evan held his body which prevented him from making any movement. The Doctor's tongue played with Freddy's who unlike him, his tongue felt hot along with a steam, similar to hot water from a kettle causing him even more discomfort. Herman's tongue felt fucking good, so good that his body was soon getting even hotter and his pants began to get uncomfortable. Evan watched this lewdly, seeing Nightmare's tongue being stimulated brought back memories of where he ejaculated and filled him with his thick, copious sperm. Doctor stop kissing him and a few small strands of saliva came out of the parting, leaving him with a subtle arousal. Freddy looked at the Doctor with embarrassment and his eyes almost teary from the situation he found himself in, he felt weak, shaky and helpless in front of two men much bigger and stronger than him. Evan reverses his mask leaving it on his head and abruptly turns Freddy's head towards his and also brings his tongue closer to his, who unlike Herman, his movements were much faster and unrestrained, with a certain desperation even. Freddy again tried to pull away, but this time he was reduced by the Doctor, who also took the opportunity to touch his burn-scarred belly. The last time Evan had felt Freddy's tongue, it had felt coldly good and this time it felt even better than before, as he was being fiercely subdued by the Doctor and his face was even more frightened than it had been that night. It was more than obvious that Freddy was much more afraid of the Doctor because of the torture he did to him and together they would take advantage of that fear.

Evan also parted Freddy's tongue with a look excited enough to deduce what would happen after that strange, cold kiss. Freddy if he was shivering with cold before, now he was shivering with fear for what these two were going to ask of him.

-What do you think, Doctor?" asked Evan, looking at Freddy who did not know where to hide from these intrusive and threatening looks.

-Excellent- replied the Doctor, while with his warm hands he slowly caressed the crotch area that was covered with his underwear. A brush with slightly electrified fingertips over his underwear-covered member caused him to elicit a very soft moan, almost imperceptible but his gaze was much more noticeable. Evan looked at Freddy's mouth and as he remembered the texture of his tongue again, he began to feel his cock spasm slightly, as if it was beginning to whisper in his ear that it wanted something more...A fun game. The Doctor's cock also began to feel the same, but even more eager to make up for last time. This time he would do things right and make sure the moment was much slower, better feel every millimeter of his cock in those cold, tight but lustful bowels.

-Hey Freddy, have you ever given blowjobs," Evan asked in a different voice, it was no longer an annoying voice, it was a much warmer voice and that tone was like a slap on Freddy's forehead.

-No...Please...I don't want to...

-It is for your treatment Freddy, you must try organs from adult people in order to get better," answered the Doctor, who subtly began to unbuckle his belt and Evan his gardener.

-Freddy's look was more and more pitiful and pleading, flashing pity, to please let him go, but that would be impossible.

-Do you still think my cock is better Freddy?" asked Evan looking at him smiling.

-Yes...-Responded Freddy, who still could not fully process this.

-All right...

Evan and Herman undressed. Freddy had never seen the Doctor without clothes, the sight was horrible. His entire torso also had large burns and electrical wires, an enormously toned body but not nearly as toned as Evan's. He was covered in operation scars all over, the most noticeable was a huge vertical scar right in the area of his heart. It was probably the scar when he was given the prototype that makes him produce those voluntary electrical discharges.

-Kneel down," Doctor ordered Freddy who, because of the answer he gave, was grimacing in disgust. He couldn't let Evan do any better with his new pet.

-Please, Doctor, Trapper, don't...

Again the duct in his neck began to electrify, causing him that same sickening discomfort even more debilitating mixed with the cold, had it not been for that, that shock would not have felt nearly as powerful as it did now.

-Kneel" -Doctor repeated again with a more serious and threatening voice- "I recommend that you obey us.

Freddy slowly and awkwardly kneels down feeling the coldness of the floor entering through the scars on his legs, something very uncomfortable to feel.  

Evan and Herman approached slowly, towards Freddy, looking down at him with smiles mixed between mischief and excitement. They both stood in front of him and a couple of centimeters from his face, revealing what they had been wanting to show for a long time: Two throbbing, veiny limbs that were getting harder by the second before a perplexed gaze of the small man kneeling on the cold floor.

-Choose which cock you will start with first," said Evan in a firm authoritative voice, "Which will you prefer, mine or the Doctor's?

Freddy looked at both limbs closely. Both were large enough to easily cover from his chin to the end of his face, but the Doctor's was clearly much larger than Trapper's. Freddy couldn't even with both his hands cover its size, the glans of his cock was the size of an egg and the girth was a little smaller than his wrist. Actually seeing the size of his cock up close made him swallow saliva and from nervousness his stomach churned. Trapper's cock was a little narrower and smaller, but it was still much larger than the normal size of a person with an average build.  

-I see you're a little nervous, Freddy," said the Doctor and stroked his head, whose hat was on the stretcher, "Don't be nervous because it's your first time, you'll do a good job... Which one will you choose?

Freddy didn't know which one to choose and his eyes became more teary as he didn't want to do it, but he had no choice. With one hand he took Evan's member and with his cold and thin tongue he began to caress the tip gently, also with his lips he brushed that head delicately causing slight hisses to Trapper who looked at him pressing his lips together. His tongue moistened that length and with the atmosphere already cold, he felt a shiver run down the back of his neck, a sensation that although it was not usual, it was not at all uncomfortable. Freddy though he didn't want to, fiddled with that piece of meat, pleasantly stimulating each area until pre-seminal fluid began to leak out. The Doctor's cock at the sight of this also began to leak and he also wanted to be stimulated in that way, his fluid was falling to the floor and he was making a great effort to restrain his urges to put it in his mouth, but patience was not going to last forever.

-Evan asked in a low, panting tone of voice, eager to feel that mouth.

She slowly took that cock into her mouth, tears in her eyes. Evan feeling that orifice so cold and wet made him look white. Those burns on his cheeks had also slightly entered the inside of his mouth, having such exquisite relief sensations as if several tongues were sucking his cock as hard as the gun he was having with him. Muffled and muffled sounds were coming from below and this only increased even more the carnal desires of both of them, especially Herman who couldn't stand to see this anymore without receiving any ''affection'' so he grabbed Freddy's head and forcibly inserted his monster cock inside her, making her give a muffled scream along with some tears falling down her cheeks. Freddy due to the size of his cock, barely fit his glans and another little bit, her mouth was too small to cover all that, but for now it didn't matter. Herman's cock felt like a freshly cooked piece of meat that mixing with the coldness of Freddy's mouth, made him let out a louder moan than Evan's, he was really enjoying this blowjob as he had never felt a mouth so cold and compatible with the burning his member had, he had never thought this blowjob would feel as good as he had never felt it.

-God... Your mouth feels good... Be careful with those teeth.

Freddy tried to adjust his mouth, but couldn't. The size was too big for him. The size was too much for him and a mocking laugh was heard from the Trapper.

-I see that he has more work to do with yours... Come here Freddy.

Now this time Evan roughly grabbed his head and just like Herman, roughly shoved his cock into his mouth, which again caused Freddy to make those pleading sounds for them to stop...It was too much for him. His jaw was starting to wear out and his head was dazed from the hard sessions they were both giving him, they weren't going to let him rest for a second and more laughter was in the background.

As Freddy whimpered under the Doctor's cock, he felt a blinding light coming from above. A huge white light that made him even more dazed than he already was with every onslaught both big guys were giving him...When Freddy realized what that light was he felt a bucket of water pouring down his body and his gaze was as if he had seen the Devil.

-Go on...Keep licking my cock like that, you look so cute... -Said the Doctor. What he had was a camera and he was taking pictures of him from his perspective, which made him want to get up and run away, but Evan wouldn't let him.

-Why are you doing this, Doctor?

-Don't you like it? You had a lot of pictures saved, I thought you liked pictures...Plus you look cute with those eyes. Keep doing it

Freddy, with grunts and cries of shame at seeing that he was being photographed, was forced to continue. With a few pitiful attempts, he enlarged his mouth as much as he could so that the Doctor's cock could enter as far as possible into his mouth and throat. His cold saliva dripped to the floor leaving both limbs totally soaked, which could be seen even brighter with the camera's illumination. The air currents could be felt in the place and felt tingling, the Doctor enjoyed that change of temperature even more, it was something too extraordinary and curious for his taste so his low whistles were more noticeable. Evan was not far from feeling the same, in fact he preferred sex with Philip, but he recognized that the blowjobs given by Nightmare were much better, as much for the shape of his tongue, as for the reliefs that gave the sensation that several tongues were licking every millimeter of his veiny cock. Seeing that Freddy was still having difficulty with the Doctor's cock, he decided to help him.

-It looks like it needs a little boost, don't you think?

-Yes..." answered the Doctor who was slowly losing his concentration. He was absorbed looking at Freddy with his blue eyes and one lighter than the other looking up at him while his pointed tongue was running over that huge glans, with his eyes full of tears and more and more dazed by the hard sessions and the flash lighting. The pictures he took were accurate, what he most wanted to portray was fear, the fear that his victims with whom he experimented, tortured and murdered also had. Her wet mouth, full of saliva together with his piece of flesh being sweetly stimulated made him slowly start to feel like finishing.

Evan abruptly thrust Freddy's head towards the Doctor's huge cock, seeing how much more he could swallow, making Freddy retch and want to vomit along with muffled screams.

''Gggghghghg mmmm'' were the sounds Freddy made below them both and an instinctive urge to break away, otherwise he was going to end up throwing up, eliciting more laughter from both of them.

-Oh, come on...You're trying very well Freddy...It's not long now, go faster," answered the Doctor with an increasingly excited voice.

They both felt like cumming, so Evan was also forcibly placing his cock inside Freddy's mouth and with his hips quickly thrusting, obviously making Freddy gag, but neither of them cared in the least about Freddy choking on their cocks or their saliva. Freddy took both cocks in his hands and squeezed them hard, with quick movements making those urge to cum already present.

-Shit, your burned cheeks feel so good, also your blowjobs are going really fast...You look like an expert bitch at this, huh?" said Evan who kept on thrusting hard, Freddy's head, who couldn't do this anymore and all he wanted was for this to end.

The blowjobs were quickly exchanged between one and the other, he himself quickly thrusting himself by taking turns between the two of them so they were both about to cum watching this.

-Oh, shit, I'm going to cum...Herman moaned, so in a peak of pleasure, he grabbed Freddy's head with both hands, leaving the camera hanging on his neck and ferociously moved his hips making it impossible for him to pull away. The sounds Freddy was making under his cock made him get even hotter and with a final grunt his cock shot a huge jet of cum straight into his mouth and throat, filling it quickly and as he couldn't close his mouth properly, the liquid dribbled out of it and his member also filled with cum. Freddy was choking on this and was out of breath, while Evan seeing this, was about to cum as well. So he quickly grabbed his head and directly took the penis into his mouth, filling it again with thick, abundant semen that combined with the sperm the Doctor had recently left inside.

Freddy fell awkwardly to the ground looking up at them, his mouth totally stained with thick semen and his eyes with their sclerae as red as the stripes on his sweater. Tears were running down his cheeks, he felt terribly vulnerable and humiliated in front of the other guys who were looking at him with satisfaction, along with malevolent and mocking looks.

The Doctor with his camera reached over and took other pictures where he could get a good look at Nightmare's face and mouth full of his special liquids. Three or four were more than enough for his collection. The flash from the camera made Freddy even more dazed than he was, but he couldn't move as this hard session and being without his powers made him much weaker than even an ordinary person. It was as if his body had been very sick and was trying to recover from it, so he swallowed the semen in his mouth feeling that bitter taste of sperm and began to squint his eyes, with the faint hope that this was over, but it was not. The Doctor takes Freddy's thin and weak body in his arms like a bride on her honeymoon and gently lays him down on the stretcher he was lying unconscious on.

Freddy was not even able to speak. His jaw felt numb and his tongue still tasted of the semen present, the trembling of his body was incapacitating and the cold of the institute entered through the burns of his skin.

-You look very cute with that face Freddy- Said the Doctor with a relaxed smile, having ejaculated made him feel incredibly light, but it wasn't enough and for Evan it wasn't enough either, they wanted to keep playing with him to ''cure'' him.

Evan stands behind the stretcher, where Freddy had his head lying and takes both arms thrusting them backwards as a way of subjugation. Freddy lets out an uncomfortable cry in his hoarse voice, but was still unable to speak. Herman positioned himself where his legs were and began to ogle Freddy's naked body except for his underwear, almost translucent white where you could see a little of his crotch.

-I will analyze your body again this time, but I won't hurt you if you behave.

A hoarse noise was heard from Freddy's mouth, he was looking at the Doctor from his position and praying that he would not do the same to him again as when he experimented on him. The Doctor smiled placidly as he observed that look full of fear and confusion...It reminded him of his old days, which he tortured so many people with the idea of ''science'', so many that he could no longer remember. He found his happiness in that and little by little he lost his mind, just as Freddy lost his mind with those children...Both were destroyed in different ways but the Doctor did not consider himself so pathetic in harming beings that did not even have a conscience, Nightmare instead found a refuge in them, a refuge that finally consumed him like a piece of dry wood in the middle of the flames...Literally speaking.

The Doctor slowly caressed Freddy's naked torso feeling those warm hands which made him startle. Evan let go of his arms but it was obvious that Freddy didn't have to move them otherwise he was going to regret it very dearly, so he made no move and Evan with both hands begins to caress Freddy's nipples, which were very small and brown which stood out nicely against his white skin and his horrible burns. A subtle noise came from Freddy's lips, these were minimally more pleasurable than the blowjob, so Evan smiled.

-You're enjoying it again, aren't you? Like that night with me-

Freddy did not speak. He grimaced with enormous annoyance as he did not want to acknowledge that this point was sensitive for him and felt relatively good.

The Doctor didn't expect that reaction, much less that Freddy would remain silent, so he assumed he liked it. So he lightly made an electric current with his hands and ran it across Freddy's abdomen, causing him to let out that low but subtle gasp again.

-I see that in this area you are very sensitive, eh?" replied the Doctor, as he photographed Nightmare's flat white stomach lying on the stretcher. He placed one of his big hands on his stomach and actually his hand was big enough to cover a part of it without problems, it looked excellent so he took more pictures of that and Doctor looked at Freddy's crotch. A small bulge was beginning to appear and a slight liquid was beginning to slowly moisten that white underwear, giving a hint that he was slightly enjoying it.

The Doctor with that same mild electric shock, stroked his crotch gently, which caused a few spasms in his body, feeling that vibration all over his spine. The Doctor pulled down Nightmare's underwear until a small, slightly erect white penis could be highlighted, which matched the owner's physical build.

-You really have it small, your whole body is small," said Doctor, gently caressing his crotch. "Is that why you preferred small boys? So that women wouldn't make fun of your size?

Freddy didn't want to talk about it. Inside himself, before he died, those things were also a problem for him, a huge self-esteem problem because he remembered that he was never good with people his age. He never felt comfortable with them and had never understood why that was, not because he was an ugly person either, quite the opposite, but he was never comfortable with adult women except for one...The one person he got involved with and left without remembering why they broke up. Too much time had passed from that, the only thing he remembered was that she was good and with a character very similar to his in his human and ''healthy'' moments someone shy and nervous, as if he was always in constant fear that something would happen to him. After that he constantly wondered what was going through her head, until he realized his desires when he arrived in Springwood and found Nancy and her family at a playground.

-So apparently that's it, huh? Have you ever been involved with women? Or men other than here?

The Doctor takes Freddy's penis and with his thumb massages his glans gently, along with a vibrating discharge that caused him to gasp hoarsely, getting louder and louder.

Freddy nodded his head slowly, giving him the answer Doctor wanted to know. Doctor smiles, his method was working.

-I must assume that you have at most one, since your personality does not allow for more, am I wrong?

Freddy, more embarrassed than ever, nods his head. Evan and Herman burst into mocking laughter.

-Besides being pathetic, this son of a bitch is a total virgin, huh?" said Evan, squeezing his nipples so hard that a painful sound came out of Freddy's mouth.

-Is that why you got involved with kids? -You really weren't capable of fucking a grown woman with nice tits and a mature pussy? You're a disgusting, loser thing  

-Well, we are here to help you to have a little more experience with adults, we are very generous- Answered the Doctor who began to stimulate Freddy's member with more speed, along with those electric shocks that increased with the friction he made with the stretching of the skin of Nightmare's cock, making sounds which he tried to appease but couldn't do it. At this point, Freddy's clean and hairless member was really hard which provoked more laughter from both of them.

-It really doesn't change much in size from when it is flaccid to when it is erect," Herman replied and took his cock which was still hard and made a comparison. The Doctor spread Nightmare's legs and positioned himself in front of his testicles comparing both sizes and the difference was abysmal. The Doctor's cock in the position it was in almost reached up to Nightmare's navel, with an incredibly considerable thickness which could very well fill her inside easily and that thought made his cock spasm again, but he wasn't ready for that step yet.... He wanted to do things right and savor every second of it.

Due to the almost uncontrollable sounds Freddy was making, Evan forces his mouth open and inserts two fingers inside it.

-Lick them, apart from moaning, do something more useful with that mouth," Evan told him in a mocking but authoritative manner. Freddy, due to the stimulation he received from the Doctor, quickly used his tongue as cold as ever and stimulated his fingers as in the cave. That rough tongue licking her fingertips generated tingles in the head of his penis, wanting again to be tasted by her. Evan enjoyed her mouth much more than feeling inside her but he wasn't going to refuse a fuck if he got the chance, he knew the Doctor was more eager than he was in this area and that wasn't within dispute. Deep down Evan was a little nervous about Herman, even though they were close and had both fucked each other.

Doctor while ferociously masturbating Freddy's cock, with the other one he approached his buttocks and moved them gently until with one of his fingers he reached a small orifice, which he slowly inserted one little by little, making Freddy want to move to avoid it but Evan held him tightly with his arms.

-Come on Freddy, don't you like it now? This will help your area dilate enough for the final step. I recommend that you relax because you are too tight.

Freddy grunted and his eyes watered from the stimulation he was receiving. He felt guilty that this felt good, his rectal area was slowly beginning to dilate and Doctor added up to three more fingers, stimulating both areas at the same time. At his climax, Freddy bit down on Evan's fingers and let out a deep guttural grunt, a stream of thick semen shot out like a projectile, fouling his stomach and causing him to shudder in a daze. It was the second time he had ejaculated outside of the dream world and the sensation could not describe it any more than it could go unnoticed. The huge orgasm he received made him feel as if he was falling asleep and his body could barely move.

-You didn't last at all, with a little masturbation you already cum... You're a virgin, huh?" laughed the Doctor, taking pictures of her crying face and her torso covered with his liquid. She felt happy, he caused her to cum so she had nothing to envy the Trapper at this moment.

-You bit my fingers, bitch," Evan snarled angrily. Freddy's teeth were severely scarred on his index and middle fingers, which made him want to choke him for daring, but the Doctor wasn't going to let him.

-The poor guy still doesn't handle his impulses, he's such a novice... -Responded Doctor cleaning his stomach with a piece of Freddy's sweater that was cut off and throwing it back on the floor.

-You're dilated enough already, huh?" answered Doctor, inserting his fingers back into Freddy's hole, who with tears in his eyes couldn't go on, he just wanted it to stop.

-No... Doctor... Please...

-Come on, we won't be so hard on you, dear Nightmare. Now, tell me... Who would you prefer to be fucked first," Doctor asked, withdrawing his fingers and rested his cock on her stomach, anxious to get it inside.

-Would you mind if I went first," Evan asked the Doctor with a soft tone, "This bastard bit me and I helped to keep him from moving... I deserve it, don't you think?

-Mmm... All right, you go first Trapper, I'll use something else while I'm at it.

Evan and Herman exchanged positions and this time Herman held Freddy so he wouldn't move and Evan rested his cock on his stomach, which looked much smaller than the Doctor's, but was still big. Freddy tried to move his legs but Evan placed them under each arm preventing movement.

-Come on, we've already fucked both of us Nightmare, after me it will be the Doctor's turn... This is for having bitten me.

Evan takes his cock in his right hand and points it towards Freddy's small asshole which was getting bigger as Evan's cock was going deep inside. A fucking painful scream came out of Freddy's mouth, along with copious tears and strands of saliva dripping from his mouth. Evan let out a pleasurable, but uncomfortable grunt. He couldn't get used to those insides as cold as a piece of chicken from the refrigerator.

-Shit...It's still as tight as ever....

-How are you feeling?" Doctor asked Freddy, who was crying and moaning pitifully.

-Huh? Does it hurt that much? You need to relax...It will feel good to have an adult cock inside you, Evan kindly offered to help heal you, you should be grateful.

Doctor took pictures of Evan's every move. Freddy's face crying desperately, the onslaught of each penetration, Freddy's flat belly that he could notice a slight bulge due to Trapper's thick cock, his bony hips being taken hard by him. Evan felt his cock so tight against those cold insides that he felt a tingling all over the area, he wasn't used to this totally but it didn't feel uncomfortable. The onslaught began to increase as did the squeeze he was getting which quickly made him want to cum, but it was too soon for him. Freddy felt his stomach fill with that cock and how with each thrust he felt his whole body move. The Doctor moved to Freddy's mouth and began kissing it euphorically, it felt so good his tongue felt so good, his huge dark cock was harder than ever. Nightmare's tongue was so long even outside of the dream world it was even longer than the average size, making Evan stop the lunges and would rather have a blowjob than the fucking. It wasn't that he felt bad for her or didn't like it, but personally Nightmare's blowjobs were much better than his bowels, too unnatural for his taste.

Evan withdrew his cock carefully and with a signal to the Doctor, they switched positions again, this time it was the Doctor's turn, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He placed his cock in his hand and left his glans right at the entrance of Freddy's orifice, which really looked small next to him.

-No...Doc...

-Why didn't you ask Evan like that to stop? Are you so afraid of my penis? It's not that big either....

Slowly, he slowly inserted his penis into intestines that were already stimulated but not enough for that thickness. Freddy felt even worse this cock, which was slowly going in, making him scream even louder than with Evan. His bowels were trying to open up enough for Herman's thick cock to enter, but it was a near impossibility. This time Freddy didn't tear up due to the prior stimulation he received, but he literally felt the thing go all the way up deep, filling his flat little belly.

A chuckle appeared from the Doctor's lips. His body temperature increased drastically making him sweat, electric shocks ran through his body and he could not control them even if he wanted to. Freddy felt these shocks inside him and they made his stomach churn. Even though Freddy had already received onslaughts from Evan, the temperature inside him had not increased at all, taking a worry away from the Doctor as he wanted to feel how cold it really was. His surprise was so pleasant that his thrusts were increasing in force, much to the dismay of Freddy who couldn't stop crying and moaning at this. Freddy closed his eyes, trying to imagine that what was happening was not real, but the watery sound of the Doctor's cock, his testicles slapping against his buttocks became too loud for him to ignore. His belly had swollen and a bulge was even more noticeable than with Evan's cock, which was twitching with each thrust the Doctor made.

-This...Holy crap...It feels too good, you're so cold and soft....

The Doctor gently stroked Freddy's stomach, right where the bulge was forming, and with his hand he applied pressure, making his cock squeeze even tighter.

-This is perfect... -That's why you like the little ones? That's how good you felt with them?

Freddy was not able to speak, the pain did not allow it. His mouth was open and he was salivating heavily, so Evan was going to take advantage of this. He wiped his cock with another piece of Freddy's Jersey that had been cut off earlier and shoved it hard inside his mouth, making Freddy want to vomit but he had nothing in his stomach except the Doctor's huge cock.

-God...Your mouth feels so good, Nightmare," said Evan who increased the onslaught of the blowjob. Doctor took the opportunity to photograph the bulge that Freddy's stomach had become and his mouth occupied with the Trapper's member.

-You're so cute Freddy- Said Doctor taking her bony hips and ramming them hard into his hunk of meat as hard as his treatment stick- Does it feel good to do it with grown people?

-He must feel it very well, surely he must love it," answered Evan caressing Freddy's bald head, with a lustful tone and almost with a scream. They were really giving him one of the best blowjobs of the moment, feeling multiple tongues caressing him through the reliefs of the burns made him moan loudly. Herman also began to make lustful sounds in agreement with Evan. Freddy felt the onslaught of both of them begin to deliberately increase along with the electric shocks that made his whole body vibrate. The coldness of his skin, as torturous as ever, mixed from the climax he had, the onslaught he was receiving, Herman's hot body, the strong pressure on his stomach, his mouth being tightly clenched by Evan's hand made him have so many sensations in his head that made him mentally collapse and went black.

Herman took Freddy's body and changed his position leaving him face down, breaking both joints being a bit of a surprise to Evan, but he didn't flinch. The Doctor again skewered his cock again making Freddy scream for this, but at least the entry was much easier as his insides were already stimulated enough by his cock to allow him to go all the way in. Now Herman was looking at Freddy's ass, very small and bony with little flesh and little fat which made him chuckle.

-But at least it feels amazing, my cock is so tight that it's hard for me to thrust.

Evan takes Freddy's head again, but this time he doesn't force his cock in, but wants Nightmare to keep sucking him of her own free will.

-Come on, go on like the little bitch you are, I know you like it.

Freddy watched Evan's member dripping with his own saliva on the gurney. He had no strength to go on, exhaustion and pain were consuming him...He just wanted this to be over. This time he himself introduces his cock to his mouth and he began to thrust both ways, trying to be able to get the right rhythm for both the Doctor's penetration and Evan's blowjobs. In this position it was comfortable for all three of them, so Herman had made the right decision. The Doctor let Freddy move slightly, while he took pictures of his bony little ass, in a position worthy of a porn movie. Each of those pictures would make for a beautiful scrapbook and the Doctor would hold them as his ultimate treasure, just as Freddy treasured the picture of the kids in the nursery.

By this time, Evan and Herman were about to cum, so they both increased the thrusts along with the electric shocks that made both Freddy's and Herman's bodies vibrate to the core. Freddy squealed below them both and that pleasurable sound made Evan first not hold back any longer. He grabbed Freddy's head holding it until he made sure his cock was fully inside his throat and a throbbing pump was enough for a large amount of semen to come out again filling Freddy's throat and mouth, making him close his eyes along with many tears falling like raindrops. The semen felt strongly bitter like over-chlorinated water in a swimming pool. This ejaculation made Freddy's bowels suddenly squeeze Herman's cock which could not move any more, being retained inside him and the Doctor felt that squeeze so well that together with a huge electric shock, made Freddy's stomach slowly swell to receive a huge discharge of the Doctor's semen. They both felt the insides fill up causing Herman's glans to tingle enormously, a tingling that caused him to deliver more electric shocks and Freddy to feel himself cramp up with this, a pain similar to doing a lot of sit-ups. A few final moans from the larger men finally brought them to an end to the rough ''Treatment'' session they had done for Freddy.

The Doctor pulled out his cock and watched as the semen slowly trickled out of Nightmare's ass, even with his finger he moved her buttocks to better observe how her erotic nectar trickled down her bony thighs and did not hesitate to photograph this beautiful event.

''Fascinating'' thought the Doctor to himself. Evan looked at Freddy's mouth and you could see that his cum was still inside his mouth, which was dripping along with an excessive amount of saliva. Freddy obediently like a good boy swallowed his cum, which made him smile pleasantly.

Freddy could not take it anymore. His body was totally flaccid on the stretcher and his eyes were beginning to close, the exhaustion was being much worse than the terrible cold that was in the place. Evan got dressed putting on his gardener and mask, he looked at Freddy who was almost asleep lying unclothed on the stretcher and all he could think about was that he was a pathetic asshole and a loser, but at least he was useful with the blowjobs. He was afraid for the Doctor as he didn't want the Entity to punish him if he did anything crazy.

-Will you really leave him here," Evan asked the Doctor, who pulled on pants and a shirt.

-Yes, he still has one day of reduction left, so he will stay here until he regains his powers.

-Do not do anything crazy, Doctor, the Entity has not allowed you to experiment.

-Don't worry, Mr. Macmillan. I won't do anything crazy and I won't hurt you. I know the Entity forbids me to do so.

-What will you do with the photos you took?

-That's a secret, dear. It will help me for further treatment

-I don't go out, do I? I don't want anyone to know that I fucked that filthy shit.

-No, of course not. Go quietly

Evan looked at Doctor, whom he didn't quite trust. But he couldn't do or say anything to him, he was in his kingdom and all he could do was trust his word.

-Don't do anything crazy, Doc.

Trapper left the scene, leaving Freddy and Herman alone in the room. The Doctor had also been exhausted by this, he was still a person anyway, so he lay down on the same gurney that Nightmare was on and settled down enough to be close to his body, which was cold and shivering.

-Come here, come closer. I want you to hug me- Asked the Doctor to Freddy, who felt his hot body on his back....That unnatural fucking heat. Freddy didn't want to get close to him, he wanted to be far away from that man.

-Come on, I won't hurt you... I know you can't stand the cold and want warmth. Either that or you'll stay like this until tomorrow.

Freddy couldn't stand the feeling anymore. Nauseated, he approaches Herman's body and curls up like a reptile seeking warmth. The Doctor wraps his muscular, wired arms around him.

-See, it's not that hard...I really would do anything for my patients and I want you to be "cured" of this disorder you have.

Freddy wept silently, he could do absolutely nothing in front of him. Tears of sadness and humiliation fell on his pale cheeks, while the Doctor stroked his head gently. Freddy ends up falling asleep almost drowning in his tears while Herman follows him in a relaxed and calm mood, it had been a long time since he had felt this good after sex...They both fall sound asleep at Lerry Memorial Institute.

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IX SHOWER

HERMAN CARTER X FREDDY KRUEGER

Freddy wakes up without knowing how many hours have passed. He felt deeply ''sore'', a strange muscle ache and an even stranger ache to his hips, similar to having exercised exhaustively. A snowy light appeared over his eyes, too bright for his liking as his lair was always darker outside of the fire from the pipes and the faint candles that illuminated it. She thought everything that happened last night was a twisted dream, but it didn't take long to realize that everything was real again.

Slowly, he lifted his torso a little and felt too light. He looked down at his body and realized that he was completely naked except for a thick blanket covering him. It was white and strangely clean, as if it was new being something unusual due to the deteriorated state of the Lery Institute. Shamefully he covers his body with the blanket and awkwardly climbs off the gurney, almost stumbling in the attempt as his body was incredibly weak, in uncomfortable and exhausting pain. As he stands up, he feels a liquid trickle down his rear area which made him remember everything that happened last night, causing a twinge to his head and a huge churning of his stomach. His mind flashes back to absolutely everything that happened between him, the Doctor and the Trapper causing him to shake with panic and confusion. He still didn't understand why that had happened and especially why the Doctor was still so enthusiastic about him if he had already gotten what he wanted: to experiment on him, torture him and fuck him. What more could he want from him? Wasn't there another killer more interesting...?

But Freddy wasn't willing to think, not being there. He looked around the room and the Doctor was nowhere to be found, neither were the clothes that had been torn the night before with his... His glove? Where was his glove? He had to first find his glove and then get the hell out of there.  

He tucked his thin and scarred body with the thick blanket of the stretcher and totally barefoot he began to walk slowly feeling more and more of that liquid falling down his legs, a great shock that the Doctor gave him the night before, according to his sexual euphoria of the moment. He watched the floor carefully, as he knew that there was a lot of broken glass in the place and the last thing he wanted was to hurt himself with it...He had enough with his injured leg from Evan's trap. Like a real sick patient, he observed room by room in search of his claw glove which was nowhere to be found and it was going to be a fucking difficult task; the Institute was huge and this task could take him hours and time was the least he had, at any moment the Doctor could appear.

The cold was just as horrible, but the blanket did a good job of covering his body, although his legs felt like shards of glass were cutting into his flesh...Right at the biggest scars he had. He looked at the dusty floor and all the gurneys in the wards, but his glove was nowhere to be seen...Until he thought of Herman's office, it was very likely that the glove and his shoes were in that place but it was a terribly risky thing to do. So he had no choice but to leave without it, before the Doctor realized he had woken up.

Freddy continues walking and after several minutes walking very slowly and with difficulty, he notices the exit door. The snow fell to the ground, along with a torturous breeze that Freddy felt like a sharp edge on his injured skin and the worst scene would come later: walking barefoot on the snow. Nightmare didn't want to do it, it would be terribly painful for him that freezing cold, but nothing was worse than being locked up with the Doctor, let alone being another day in that place with his powers reduced. He lifts his right foot and slowly drops it on the snow, a scream comes out of his mouth, but he holds it back, he can't get Herman's attention. Clumsily he continues walking towards the exit of the Doctor's realm, but two strong arms cover his body and lift him up as if he weighed five kilos instead of the fifty-odd he should be weighing.

-Good morning Nightmare, were you going for a walk?" asked the Doctor in a strangely friendly and cordial voice, so much so that fear returned to Nightmare's body and he felt an electric current run through his body.

-Goddamn it! Put me down you son of a bitch!

-I recommend you to improve your attitude, I must remind him that he is not in the best situation at the moment.

-Shut the fuck up! Get off of me! What more do you want from me?! Freddy shouted as he struggled on his back like a survivor, although he looked more like an annoyed cat than a survivor...They put up more of a fight at least.

The Doctor approaches a large amount of snow on the side of the exit and arranges Freddy's body as he is about to throw him to the snowy ground.

-Mmm, it snowed a lot today, I love snow.... dear Nightmare Would you like to feel the snow on your bare skin next to me?

Freddy looks at the floor and the very thought of touching that ice paralyzes him. All signs of insults and outbursts he had a moment ago vanished in the blink of an eye. Now with his arms he squeezed the Doctor's neck tightly and clung to the Doctor's body like a cat burying its claws afraid to touch water.

-No... Doctor, I beg you, don't do it.

-Oh...You look so cute begging, you really are a poor weak little thing without your powers. Well, I'll be merciful to you this once but you'll have to obey me in everything as I can bring you back here. understand?

-Yes... But don't let go of me.

A derisive laugh appeared on the Doctor's face.

-Well, I'll take you back inside my Institute and I hope that this time you won't try to leave again, besides, you were leaving with my blanket.

-It's cold...

Another laugh came from the Doctor. He found himself without the hooks and pursed his lips at the image of Freddy clinging to his body like a trembling child. His body was so light, as if being out of the dream world he even lost muscle mass One of the consequences of the burns? It could be possible. Freddy also didn't seem to eat either, or rather I had never seen him do it. Did his power make him not need to? Did he just need to sleep outside the world of dreams? Very curious questions.

Herman enters the Institute again with Freddy still clinging to his body and returns to the same stretcher where he had him wired. He leaves him on top of it and stares at him while Freddy sits there with his head down and still covered with the blanket, he looked like a little boy that you had punished and that gave him even more satisfaction.

-Okay Nightmare, I have a few questions to ask you to complete my research, but first... I'll give you something to wear.

The Doctor leaves the room for a few seconds and when he returns, he hands him a robe and a pair of socks.

-Put these on and try not to get them dirty like the others.

Freddy in the blink of an eye remembered again the torture he had done to him and rejected the things

-Get that away from me, I won't wear that shit.

-Then I will put it on you and believe me, I will enjoy doing it just like I did that night when I was able to dress you while you were unconscious. You looked so good with it on....

Freddy's stomach churned with that statement. The last thing he wanted was to remember that huge humiliation he went through, he didn't really want to remember anything.

-I'll take off the blanket you're wearing and you'll be naked in the cold of the place.

Nightmare ducked his head. The cold was too horrible to stay that way and knowing him, he was capable of it.

-I'll give you 10 seconds to get dressed, otherwise I'll do it myself and I'll punish you.

-You can't make me...

-I have many ways to punish you, Frederick. Think about your shitty position before you challenge me. Or do you really want more of last night? Did you like it?

Freddy bit his lips with anger. He hated to take orders from that son of a bitch. He pulled the blanket off him and the cold chilled his bones. He quickly began to shiver, his skin turning pale and cold as a piece of metal. As best he could he dressed under the sight of the Doctor who was happily ogling how his patient was so obedient, with a bad temper but after one session given by him, it would be more than enough to make him much more tame, at least with him.

Freddy looked at the Doctor, who was still strangely calm, being a little too uncomfortable. Seeing him in the face made him remember what happened the night before and out of anger he clenched his fists. He knew he was in no condition to fight under any circumstances with him, he didn't even find himself able to curse him as he did before.

-What do you want to know about me, Herman Carter," Freddy asked in a deep, serious tone of voice. The fact that he told him his full name made his dark skin tingle.

-Oh, that attitude is much better," Herman replied and sat at the foot of the gurney with his arms folded, looking at Freddy with his eyes brightly lit as if he was excited for answers.

-How old were you before you became what you are?

-I don't know...

-Herman asked, looking at him like a hawk, he was capable of giving him a little corrective if he didn't want to cooperate.

-I was... Forty-eight years old when I was burned," Freddy answered with a nervous and a bit melancholic tone of voice, remembering the moment he was burned alive is not the best of his memories.

-That sounds like you didn't die when you were burned.

-No, I died in the hospital...I was in an induced coma...I don't remember how long I was in that state, but I know it was quite a long time. Until my body gave out.

Herman looked seriously at Freddy. Most likely because of that he has so little control of his temperature and is so thin, getting worse being out of the dream world without his demonic powers. Being in a coma without knowing how long, greatly weakens a person's physique, deteriorating their muscles as they have no movement or physical strength. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt a hint of pity for him even though it was obvious that he was burned when they found out about the nursery, which is why that pity quickly faded away.

-How did you get burned?," Herman asked, smiling mischievously. He knew that fact was traumatic for him and reminding him of it was a nice way of mental torture.

-Please... I don't want to talk about that...

Herman came within inches of her and caressed he face.

-It is necessary to talk about these issues in order to be healed, dear Freddy. I am willing to see you for free together with nice care that I want to give you, but you must cooperate with me for this.

Freddy seeing him so closely made him swallow saliva. Her small body stood out nicely next to his, those hot hands were ready to electrocute him again if he didn't talk about the event that marked his pathetic life in the worst way.

-I...I escaped and hid in an abandoned plant...After that they dropped a Molotov bomb. Everything started to burn...I started to burn and I only looked at some parents happy to see me burning by the fire, they left the place and found me barely alive.

-Did they know what you did when they found your stash and the photographs you had?

-No... They never found anything

-So?

Freddy tensed up at that moment. He didn't want to talk about it, least of all them...He swallowed hard and couldn't look the Doctor in the face. Herman took his face and made him look at his electrified, robotic eyes...They could both be seen in the reflections of each eye

-Tell me...How did they find out?...It was the children, wasn't it?

-They betrayed me... They betrayed the trust we had in each other.

-Did you really expect some children to be silent? Are you that mentally broken for that?

-I loved them," Freddy shouted, not taking his eyes off him. Herman's feelings were mixed between mockery, bewilderment and astonishment. Was he serious about what he was saying?

-What are you saying...?

Freddy's eyes watered, leaving Herman even more perplexed than he already was and really to leave him in that state required a very high scale. The Doctor really had seen a lot of things in his life, but never anything like that.

-Doctor...I really loved those children. Next to them I was really happy, I had a job, I had a home, I had company, I had children... They were my purpose.

-There was a girl who appeared a lot in the photographs you had... Who was she?

-She? My Nancy... She was my special girl. In my eyes she was the prettiest creature of all, the others were too, but she was my little girl. She was the one with whom I shared the most, with whom I played the most since she was very shy, she spoke little... She reminded me of me when I was a child. We were there for each other

-Did you...did you really feel that you fell in love with that girl?

-Yes... It was my world, my greatest happiness...

-When did this start? This attraction to children?

Freddy, his eyes moist as he recalled them, could remember no more than that. He doesn't quite remember how or when this twisted love for infants began. He only remembers that he ''gave love'' to everyone but girls were his biggest preference. He remembered the first time he saw Nancy and something about him shuddered, something about him was coming back to life, something that had died but he doesn't remember why exactly. It was as if literally his reason for living, his memories and his purpose were them leaving aside the rest of his memories beyond a few fleeting memories of when he was a child. A shy child who always had trouble relating to others.

-I can't remember Doctor... I lost my memory of many things in my life and I can only remember them.

The Doctor made a superhuman effort to understand and make even a minimal effort to put himself in his place but it was impossible. It was stooping too low and while he acknowledged to the four winds that he was totally insane, he did not have that level of dementia like Freddy's. It was an area totally unknown to him, something incomprehensible even to his advanced brain. It was a totally unfamiliar area to him, something incomprehensible even to his advanced brain. He just couldn't understand what the fuck was so attractive about kids flatter than a board, flexible as rubber and full of baby fat. How in a ''sane'' head was that more attractive than a woman's tits and a nice mature pussy? Or a mature cock next to a man's adult body? Sure, I understood that there were people with growing pains and shit but the mental maturity of a healthy person was irreplaceable. What was so attractive about kids who could barely eat on their own, go to the bathroom on their own and were just beginning to mature mentally? I couldn't understand it.

-How did you end up hurting them?

-I didn't hurt them....

-You scratched them with your glove, you also abused them Nightmare," Herman answered with a soft tone, as if it was a totally normal conversation between one and the other. A tone that, as strange as it may seem (or stupid), Freddy felt slightly confident.

-I didn't mean to do it..." Freddy answered and tears began to fall down his cheeks. I...I tried to control myself, I tried to control my impulses but I couldn't do it, seeing their tender and soft skins with blood was so exciting that I couldn't stop myself until everything was too noticeable...I really loved them and I never wanted to hurt them, especially Nancy.

Freddy's body began to sweat from the effort of crying and the nervousness it caused him to remember all that. The Doctor looked at him with revulsion to see him in that state and worse to know that he was crying because of his strange disorder.

-Why are you crying? It's clear that you don't regret what you've done.

-I was happy with them, I miss so much those tender voices and that baby smell, it was really relaxing...My Nancy, my beautiful Nancy...My true love.

-Did you really think falling in love with a girl was okay? Did you really think she was the love of your life?

-Yes...

-Freddy finished answering. His breathing had become agitated and sounded ragged, his body was shaking and he covered himself with the blankets to try to calm down. The Doctor looked at his sweaty body and his first thought was that he looked fucking disgusting, in every way. But something appealed to him, both in skill, physically and mentally. He looked like a poor schmuck who you could manipulate at your whim and with some mild displays of affection you could have him under your feet. Fascinating stuff really, he was happily willing to ''help'' him.

-I see... But unfortunately that's not normal, dear Freddy. I will cure your problem so that you can let go of that past and also feel something for people more in line with you and...your age.

-Someone like you? Freddy asked sarcastically within the weird conversation they were having. But the Doctor's answer was so serious that it was creepy to him.

-Why not? You are interesting and we look a lot alike, not physically of course.

-What the fuck...?

Freddy looked at Doctor, a wicked smile was on his face. He tried to move away, but Doctor guessed his intentions and held both his arms.

-No... What are you going to do to me?

-I told you, try to heal yourself and leave that past behind.

-Please don't hurt me..." Freddy let out a pleading voice, which the Doctor was fascinated to hear.

-You look so fragile right now, Nightmare. Is that what you liked about them? Their gentleness?

Freddy did not respond. He tried to struggle with the Doctor's arms, but his physical condition was as pitiful as his appearance. Herman forced him to lie down on the stretcher and Freddy tried to kick him to no avail. Herman held both of Nightmare's hands with one hand and stroked his legs with the other.

-Look at you Freddy, I know I can do it, I just have to....

As the Doctor caressed Freddy's thighs, he felt them strangely wet and sticky. It wasn't his sweat, it was traces of semen left behind the night before and still present inside his body.

-Oh... What do we have here? I see you are very dirty and I hate it when my patients are dirty, you'll have to take a bath.

-Let go of me! Let me go!

-You still have until tomorrow to finish your Nightmare reduction, you will stay with me until then and I will make sure you are well taken care of.

The Doctor lifts Freddy's body and on his shoulders carries him to one of the Institute's bathrooms. He lays him gently on the floor and Freddy looks both at the shower and at the Doctor, who was looking at him in a threatening manner.

-I want you to undress and take a shower.

-No... Doctor, please...

-Do as I say, otherwise I will electrocute the water and believe me, I can handle my electricity.

Freddy looked at the shower and looked at his weak and shivering body. Slowly he began to undress and the cold rushed into his naked skin which made him try to cover himself with both arms. The Doctor ogled his burning skin undeterred and with no intention of leaving the bathroom.

Freddy takes a couple of steps, feeling the cold ceramic and slowly turns the shower handle. A little water started to come out and she touches it with her hand, it was so cold that it felt like her skin was burning.

-Please... Don't make me take a cold shower... I beg you...

-I don't have hot water here, especially not for you. This is for struggling and trying to kick me, so you'll have to take a bath with cold water.  

Freddy looked at the water and his eyes watered, begging me to please not make him take a cold shower, but Herman not only wasn't going to change his mind, but his right arm was beginning to light up with electricity.

-Do it quickly. If you don't, it will be worse for you.

Freddy turned the faucet further and more cold water began to pour out. with torturous slowness he placed his shoulder into the cold water, feeling it fall like nails into his skin. A piercing scream came out of it, causing the Doctor to laugh at the scream.

-It's just water, Nightmare. Is your skin so delicate that cold water hurts?

Nightmare was in so much pain from this that she couldn't speak. Water was running down his shoulder and his arm, every drop from the shower was worse. The Doctor seeing Freddy naked with his body so weak made him remember last night's fuck and he began to feel a great excitement. It didn't take him long to strip his body completely naked and leaving his clothes delicately folded to one side. Slowly approaching Freddy's body who was shivering and crying from the cold he was going through, with his arms he pulled his body close to his making Freddy feel his unnatural warmth.

-I'll be merciful to you and we could take a shower together so you won't be so cold.

Freddy inertia wanted to move away, but the cold water felt like it was tearing at his flesh.  

-Come on, I won't bite. Come closer to me and you can at least stand the cold water a little longer, if you don't it will be worse for you.

Nightmare looked at the Doctor's body. Totally full of scars and wires along with a constant energy that gave him that smoky and uncomfortable shit heat. His body really was much bigger than his and with both arms they could cover him perfectly, causing him to panic but the cold was worse, a torture the Doctor had planned to have this shitty moment.

The water was becoming unbearable, so without any choice, he clings like a reptile to the Doctor's chest, who gently wraps his arms around him and hugs him.

-Oh... See? It's not very difficult, you just have to stay close to me.

Freddy lay next to his chest like a tick and the Doctor, with wet hands, carefully washed Nightmare's body. The warmth of his body dampened the coldness of the water, making the cold considerably lessened. Herman took Freddy's chin forcing him to look up directly into his own, a look mixed between pain and melancholy were present. Herman's warm, full lips approached the thin, parched lips of Freddy who really wasn't expecting that strange action. Unlike last night, it wasn't something unbridled or something so lustful...Rather something slow, without any struggle or resistance from either of them. Freddy didn't know what to say or what to think about this strange display of ''affection''. As the kiss ends, Herman corners him to the wall of the shower, feeling the cold of the ceramic, making him scream again, but the water hardly touched him, it fell directly on the head of the Doctor who was quite a bit taller than him. This time, he turns Freddy's body around and makes him look directly at the wall, embraces him from behind and covers his mouth with one hand.

-I'm warming your body on the outside. How about I warm your body on the inside too?

-Mmmm....!!!-

moaned Freddy with his mouth covered by Herman's huge hand, who was holding him tightly.

-Come on... I take care of my patients and since you have temperature problems, I have to give you as much warmth as I can... Isn't that thoughtful of me?

A struggle and a few muffled screams were not enough. Doctor's cock was incredibly hard despite the coldness of the water, as if this was even more exciting for him. He spread Freddy's buttocks and added two fingers inside him, the more he stimulated his rectum, the harder he squeezed it.

Freddy this time, was trying to talk and not just scream, so Herman decides to take his hand away from his mouth.

-What's up Nightmare?

-No...Your current...Water...- Freddy tried to mumble as Doctor kept stimulating his tight little hole.

-Oh, don't worry about that, I'll try not to produce any... But no promises. It could be a nice experience, very electrifying don't you think? Haha.

The Doctor slowly pushed his cock inside Nightmare, he had to control his discharges. Another scream appeared from Freddy's mouth and he felt even colder than last night, along with his bowels squeezing him even more constantly than last night itself.

-Oh... Your ass is even tighter than last night... Is it because of the shower water? It feels so good...

Freddy again felt his insides being squeezed by the big hunk of meat the Doctor was holding. As hot as the rest of his body, which covered the cold water that continued to fall on his head and back.

He slowly pushed himself forward moving his cock, trying to do it very carefully so as not to discharge... A really difficult task due to the moans that Nightmare was making, which sounded too exciting for the Doctor.

-Do you like it, Freddy? Is my body warm to you?

Freddy was holding onto the wall with both hands, while the Doctor with both arms wrapped around his slim little body. This time the Doctor's movements were slow, but that didn't stop them from feeling fucking deep and the same bulge in his flat belly appeared. Herman stroked it gently, felt his thick cock twitch even, making him gasp and tighten his lips in an attempt to control his body. Freddy's hoarse grunts were appearing with increased power, so he had to cover his mouth again, otherwise he could get out of control.

-Try not to complain, Nightmare, otherwise I won't be able to control the downloads....

Freddy made an enormous effort to remain silent as Herman continued to ram them just as deeply as last night. In one movement of the Doctor, a large amount of water falls directly on Freddy's back which provokes a choked but desperate scream from him. It made his insides clench so tight with that sudden desperation that the Doctor's penis was held back and he could not move it. Herman at that moment squeezed Nightmare's body so hard that his bones could be heard creaking and a jet of semen went straight inside him, filling him again and he felt his cock throbbing inside. He withdrew his cock and Doctor's semen ran down his legs. Herman kindly washed it off with the water.

When he finished, she also helped him get dressed and covered him with the blanket he was wearing, making Freddy not quite understand the change in his behavior. Was she treating him gently despite confessing to him about his past and his romantic feelings for children? Why did she protect him from the water? What was the Doctor really up to? Questions that then faded away, as he had the feeling of falling asleep. The exhaustion of being in the real world was setting in and Herman noticed it.

-I see you're about to fall asleep, huh?

-I...S...-That was all Freddy could say. The exhaustion of the shower with the cold water, the sex with Herman and staying awake for so long made him fall unconscious and he was saved from falling to the floor by the Doctor, who took him in his arms and this time went with him to his office. The Doctor's office was strangely the warmest thing in the place, being that he hated the heat, but at that moment it was a pleasant temperature for Freddy at least. He sat down in the huge chair in the office and settled Nightmare who was sound asleep in his lap as he quietly began to write in a folder on the table next to Freddy's glove. His body was small enough not to cause him any discomfort and he didn't move either, it was cold so it felt really nice for Herman. He had a huge folder compiling everything he had discovered about him: His name, his age before he was burned, his abilities, his limitations, when his reduction days were, his procedures performed when he experimented on him, his wound regeneration time, estimated weight, estimated height and a slight psychological profile.

Name: Frederick Krueger

Age (Approximate) 48 years old

Height: (Approximate) 1.65 to 1.66cms tall

Weight: (Approximate) 50 to 55 kgs with reduced powers, 60 to 65kg if taken from the dream world.

Ability: Demon of dreams, he can enter everyone's dreams and know their feelings inside them. It is not possible to see him outside of it and you can call him inside the dreams. He has no limitations within the dream world (not yet confirmed) he does not feel any kind of need for food, sleep, emotions or feelings. It does not feel cold or pain, it cannot be hurt (not yet confirmed).

-Outside of dreams he has average physical strength, but he has a lot of agility, hearing and considerably fast speed. He does not possess fighting skills.

Days of reduction: 2, in which he loses almost all of his power, becoming almost human with the preservation of burns.

Regeneration: Very fast, the fastest seen so far without any use of drugs or potions.

-Bone regeneration upon fracture: 48 seconds

-Wound regeneration when cutting: 20 seconds or less depending on the depth of the wound.

-Regeneration after loss of a limb: 3 minutes.

Psychological profile: Anger issues and possibly abandonment issues. Primary anxious-resistant pedophilic disorder, self-esteem problems and easy manipulation. Reserved and quiet character outside of anger issues. He is more of an observer than a participant given his ability...(Under construction).

Freddy is lying sound asleep on his lap and his subtle irregular breathing is heard by the Doctor. On the last page of the folder are the 65 photographs he took during sex with Evan, all of which show only his face or body, fulfilling the promise he made to Evan that he would not be exposed. Evan would be too embarrassed to be found out that he fucked someone like Freddy. The Doctor shifted slightly to get comfortable and Freddy also shifted, settling himself on the Doctor's torso, like a cat warmly sleeping next to his owner's body.

''Impressive''

*~~~~~*

Freddy wakes up and to his surprise, he is no longer at the Institute, but is in Springwood. He still had his hospital gown on, but no longer felt any pain or discomfort. His claw glove was at his side along with new clothes, which the Entity most likely brought to him.

He checked his leg and he no longer had any injuries and was extremely grateful that his powers were back. He didn't remember anything apart from showering with the Doctor and fucking in the shower, his mind went black after that Did he bring him here? Why was he acting like that? The Doctor usually wouldn't have given a shit about leaving him there anywhere. What had changed? What happened while he wasn't conscious?

-I see you have awakened," Freddy hears a voice, it was the Doctor approaching him but keeping his distance.

-What are you doing here? Why did you bring me here?" Freddy asked, sincerely confused by Herman's strange kindness.

-Do you want to stay with me? This time Herman wore his skin, which has a stitched eye and a red eye, so you could see the smile on his face.

-No, but I know you're up to something, it's obvious. Freddy replied, taking off his robe and changing his clothes. This time he was capable of giving the Doctor more of a fight if he crossed the line.

-Me? No, I'm not up to anything... I told you I take good care of my patients and my responsibility is to bring you in safely, right?

-Fuck you, Herman. I'm not your patient and stay away from me.

-I don't think you are understanding your situation, Mr. Nightmare, would you like me to explain?

-What the fuck are you talking about?

The Doctor walks over to where he was sitting and picks up a black box he had with him, walks over to Nightmare and hands it to him.

-What is this?

-Open it, Mr. Nightmare," replied Herman.

Freddy opened the box and looked through the contents. This made his stomach churn; inside the box were all the pictures Herman had taken in the threesome with Evan and he felt his body getting heavier and heavier and he was seeing pictures of dead people than pornographic pictures. Seeing this and remembering it horrified him, he realized again that everything that had happened was real.

-Why did you take pictures?" Freddy asked stammering.

-Because you looked so cute and because as a treatment, it is better to have photographs of adults and not children, don't you think so?

-Don't fuck with me on this sick fuck, I can...

-I would recommend that you do not break or dispose of them for any reason, Freddy. I spoke to the Entity and he has given me permission to torture you if you do.

-You son of a bitch... You can't do this...

-You can ask the Entity itself if you want, Freddy. I will come constantly to see if indeed the photographs are still there. Also, I know when your next reduction is and I want you to come to my lab for that time.

-Freddy challenged the Doctor, but a psychopathic smile from the Doctor made him lose his soul from one second to the next.

-No matter where he hides, I will find him anyway, and I assure you of one thing: If he goes obediently to my laboratory, I will be very kind to you. If you go into hiding, you will have to suffer bad consequences. I recommend you to think about it very carefully....

Freddy looked at him in surprise Did he do anything to him as he fell? No, he didn't feel anything in his body...But that warning sounded more serious than ever.

At that moment a raven appeared, calling the Doctor for a ritual.

-Oh...I must go. I hope you are very well Nightmare and I hope you go on your next reduction to my kingdom, since...It would be a shame for others to see those pictures and in the worst case, ask Sally for help since she worked in a psychiatric ward.

-No, don't do it..." Freddy bit his lips and spoke with a tone of resignation, "I'll be there....

Herman smiled happily

-That's perfect, you have been my best patient and I enjoyed the time you were with me...Happy I will wait for you and you can sleep with me again, you are comfortable.

Herman leaves the basement and Freddy sits on the mattress holding his head in his hands on the verge of despair looking at the pictures taken by the Doctor.

This time I was locked in and had no way out...I was bound to go to the Institute perhaps forever.

• Drawing made by @CrabFairly 

Chapter Text

X DREAMS OF CONSOLATION

PHILIP OJOMO X FREDDY KRUEGER FIC

Philip was in his respective cabin, sitting looking up at the night sky and the piles of junked cars around him. His gaze was a bit melancholy and even some questions were going through his mind, questions that even though he asked them even out loud, his own mind could not answer them... It was frustrating. He still remembered that dream he had days ago, where he accidentally kissed Nightmare while they were in a bed warmly lying down. To this day he couldn't answer what prompted him to do that. Was it so desperate to miss Evan that it drove him to do that? He felt stupid, stupid and after a long time he was weak. Weak to the need he still had for affection...Affection which he had very little of, his grandmother was his best support in his childhood and losing her was the worst thing that could have happened to him in his life. Nightmare was right: He didn't deserve to be in the world of the Entity, he only made mistakes because of all he suffered and they cornered him to that. He was still a man with feelings, dreams and a human essence which was not lost despite the tortures he has suffered because of the Entity. The Entity enjoyed piercing his heart with its paws as a sign of how weak and sentimental he was, a broken heart, a broken soul and a spirit that sooner or later would end up breaking to become like most of the other killers.

He was lighting some white candles in the basement of his cabin when he heard heavy footsteps approaching him. He knew who it was but he didn't flinch, he put his hands together and performed a kind of prayer sitting in front of the candles speaking in a language which was not understandable to anyone but him. As he closed his eyes, he felt a warm but rough hand on his shoulder.

-Hello, am I interrupting you?" It was Evan who came to visit him, in a quiet and strangely soft voice.

-Hello Evan...No, don't interrupt, I was already finished," Philip answers and gets up from the floor, standing at Evan's height, although of course, Philip was a little taller than him.

-How are you? -I've been noticing you a little strange these days.

-No...I'm fine," Philip answered in a whisper, not wanting to be teased again by Evan for seeing him as a wimp.

-Hey, do you want to have a drink with me and then...?

-Then?" Philip asked, arching an eyebrow and staring at Evan with his luminous eyes, who was looking at him through his white, toothy mask.

Evan slowly approached Philip's face and caressed it with his bruised hands.

-You know what comes next... Don't act like an innocent person.

Philip gave a subtle smile. He slowly moved his right hand to Trapper's mask and with the gentleness of a mother taking a baby he removes the mask revealing Evan's scarred face looking at him in a serious but lustful manner. Philip caresses his scarred cheek next to his thick lower lip, a move that Evan did not like.

-Why do you do that?

-What?" Philip asked nervously. He hadn't expected that question and feared he would do something that would upset Evan.

-Those caresses, you don't have to do it, you look like you're in love or what the fuck?

-I...I'm sorry Evan, I didn't mean to upset you," Philip replied walking away and ducking his head. He bit his lip hard, he felt like a complete idiot wishing even once to have what was taken away from him for years; some affection and warmth.

-Meh, whatever," Evan replied in an uncomfortable and dry tone. Deep in his heart he regretted acting that way with Philip, but he had to do it since he didn't want to deceive him... They were assassins, weren't they?

-I'll go lie down in a car, if you want to come with me- Philip said leaving his cabin and walking towards one of his favorite cars, comfortable for him and even comfortable for Evan as well. His tone of voice had a subtle subliminal message ''Please say yes''.

-And won't you go drink with me in my cave?

-I don't feel like it tonight, have fun," Philip replied, getting into a car and leaning back looking at the roof. Evan was undecided about going alone or staying with Philip, he wanted to be with him no matter what but he didn't want to admit it either....

-Do you want to...lie down with me?" Philip asked with a certain shyness in his tone.

-If it's not for fucking, no. There's no point in lying around when I could be doing better things," Evan replied in an apathetic and disinterested tone.

Philip felt those words as a thrust in his chest and a deep psychological pain...Making a superhuman effort not to lose his composure in the face of such a cruel rejection.

-All right...Have fun," Philip replied and lay back in the car. Evan noticed the change in Wraith's mood, but he wasn't able to apologize to him...He was too proud for that and he wasn't able to show him affection either even though he wanted to, he needed it too and with him he also had a certain peace he couldn't have with anyone Was that his spirit? Was his soul kindness making him that way? Bullshit. They were both murderers who committed terrible sins and were condemned to be servants eternally of an all-powerful being who also corrupted them, there could be no love between them, let alone between two men. What would others say...?

But Philip doesn't care about that. He doesn't mind being a murderer, he doesn't mind Evan being a murderer, he doesn't mind anyone being a murderer if he was shown some kindness. Even Nightmare, a demonic being who amuses himself by hunting and killing people in dreams was able to talk to him, lie down with him and even accept a faint caress. Why was Evan so afraid? Neither of them would lose their manhood, neither owed each other fidelity but still Philip wanted more than just sex...He was sick of it.

Evan leaves the junkyard, leaving him alone in the car, and at that moment Philip finishes breaking down. Painful tears were running down his cheeks, the typical crying one suffers at 3 a.m. from the negative thoughts that keep coming up. He lay in the fetal position caressing his bell, the cold touch of it made him feel at home and he remembered his family. It was the only thing he had of them and it was the only thing he had to remember that he was more than a murderer: He was a human being.

Freddy, days after what happened with the Doctor, was half-heartedly trying to continue with his ''normal'' life. Really difficult task, since being even in the dream world he remembered each and every one of the things he made him do. From sex with Evan and him to forcing him to shower him with cold water, but the kiss...Again a kiss given in such a strange way made her feel many things, curiosity was also among them because she didn't know the Doctor's intention, other than ''cure him'' Why did he want to do it in the first place? He wasn't able to ask him either, he just wanted to be away from him at least with his power at its maximum. In the meantime, he was doing the same as always: going back and forth from realm to realm watching the others doing whatever activity, as always without being seen. More than once he saw the Doctor going to the basement of his nursery checking if the photographs were still in the black box and to his enormous happiness, they were still there. ''Damn son of a bitch'' Freddy thought as he looked at him with revulsion, always being hidden from his sight...to see him so relaxed in his laboratory, writing in his multiple folders and analyzing human bodies in strange drawings that appeared in old books. How did such a brilliant person like him end up falling into a pit full of madness, hate and torture? When did his life turn into something chaotic that ended up leading him to his doom? Freddy was staring at him, trying not to be seen by him...He was looking at that man who he wasn't sure if he had seen him or not, but he didn't move from his seat.

''An uncontrolled ambition, which drove you to madness.'' Freddy thought as he left the Institute with his power. The Doctor smiles internally, he saw him and made that he had not discovered him to see how he acted...He was someone fascinating for his taste, he was going towards him in spite of what he did to him, he found him funny, daring...Adorable. Was he looking for revenge? The opportunity to hunt him in his dreams? Like a wild feline. She anxiously awaited her next reduction to have him happily in her institute and continue with his treatment, apparently he was starting on the right track.

After what happened between Evan and Philip, Philip had many nightmares. Shadows staring at him, memories flooding his mind...War, blood, dead children. He remembered when he went hungry and thirsty, and a woman helped him with some water...She and some children, because of his own fault those children ended up torn to pieces and the woman with her tongue cut out and being eaten by ants. He should have killed her out of mercy, the first time he transformed into the angel of death and killed the gang that slaughtered his people...But he was still good, he had to kill to survive, he had to avenge his people and take revenge on the bastard who made him an executioner against his will.

Nightmare watched one by one those nightmares and those traumatic memories of his childhood, a torture. He did not deserve what was happening, but he absolutely could not do it, he was forbidden to do it... The Entity had done it, since he is the demon of dreams and the master of nightmares, how could he end a nightmare? That gave him power, but despite not feeling anything in the dream world, outside of it instinctively made him want to hug it and tell it that everything was all right. She also saw Evan's dreams and they didn't change, they never did. This time the same as always: he dreamed of his father, he dreamed of his upbringing and his unhealthy obedience to him, worse than a lap dog. Because of this it was very difficult for him to tell his emotions, his father always scolded him for that ''You mustn't be weak, you mustn't be like those worms'' and those memories never left him. Still, what he did to Philip he didn't deserve and he knows it...He knows perfectly well the damage he does to him but his shitty pride forbids him to ask for forgiveness, to acknowledge that he wants them to sleep together hugging and each covering each other with the warmth of his skin. Philip had a gentle warmth, she felt it when she touched his huge scar on her cheek and felt his breathing so real, as if he was awake too. He had never felt that powerful sensation, not him in dreams clearly. Freddy looked at Wraith after his dream and he was sleepier than ever, when he managed to sleep those nightmares came back to his mind and at no time did Evan ask him how he felt or how he slept let alone offer him comfort...He wished he had the ability to see it and not the bastard Doctor who enjoyed other people's suffering.

One particular night, Nightmare sailed through everyone's dreams and felt a voice, that voice which he had heard many times before and was the only one he could bear to listen to: Philip was calling him.

He went to his door and as he entered it, he saw his nightmare...He was in an abandoned house next to many bodies of his people, all mutilated and burned, the dream was so real that even Freddy felt a strong smell of Kerosene. The house was burning and Wraith was going to burn with the others, as he cried in a corner begging for the nightmare to end, to please stop, he would do anything but he didn't want to remember that foul smell of Kerosene, that liquid was death and rottenness to him.

Freddy could not go through with it. Against the rules of the Entity, he used his power and vanished that Nightmare completely, the bodies along with the smell and the fire vanished. All that was left of him was a Philip in a corner with traces of tears on his dark skin and a Freddy in front of him looking at him with a face which was hard to describe: Between pity and indifference for being in the dream world.

-Nightmare...You faded my dream?...That's against the rules imposed on you by the Entity, isn't it?....

Freddy did not answer. I just wanted to give him a night of peace after that storm of horrible memories and that he could finally sleep peacefully. Freddy turns over and continues on his way to another dream when he feels someone grab his arm tightly, it was Philip who grabbed him with a pleading look that he should not leave.

-Don't go away, I want to talk to you," Wraith asked in a whisper, he was enormously grateful for this and seeing him again gave him some peace.

-I'm sorry Wraith, but I can't be here.

-Can you come with me to the real world? We could have a drink... Please, I just want to talk to someone and even if it's stupid, I trust you to be able to talk since you know my situation...

Freddy looked Philip in the eye. In his eyes there was a huge melancholy and desire to be able to talk sincerely with someone and open his heart, he knew it was to talk about Evan and...A little comfort, along with a little affection, which was taken away from him very young. He gave a sigh with his husky tone of voice and shakes her hand.

-If you manage to wake up, I'll go to the real world with you.

Philip took Freddy's hand and after several minutes, he woke up. He was in a van, which was much farther away from the rest of the junk cars in the place. Freddy appeared on top of him and in a second he was off his side with a headache from the change, he also remembered the fact that in the same way Herman pulled him out.

-Freddy... Are we in the real world? Have I woken up?

Freddy nods in agreement.

-You made it, you were able to wake up after 10 minutes of trying.

Philip had a soft smile, not expecting it to take so long to wake up.

Freddy looked through the window of the van and got out of it, contemplating the sky and the dark atmosphere of the place. He stayed a couple of minutes contemplating the map with a color really different from the world of dreams in which everything was gray and indistinguishable from that of day and night. This time it was noticeable that there was a night sky along with a cool summer breeze that felt relatively better on the burns of his skin. Philip also gets out of the van and stands behind his back, making Freddy feel his huge stature which brought back memories of the Doctor when he hugged him in the shower.

-Philip asked Freddy, also looking at the night sky.

-This is very different... This place is very dark, according to your nature," answered Freddy walking a little and contemplating Philip's kingdom better. It was the same as in his rituals but everything had more color. The cars were colorful, no longer white, black or red, surprising him. He had only seen the colors of his nursery, the cave or the Institute which was only white and grayish from the deterioration of the place.

Philip looked down at him and tried to break the mood.

-Hey...Thanks for coming to the real world.

-Freddy looks up at him and a slight smile appears on his deformed lips.

-If you want to get in the truck, I'll be right back.

Freddy did not refuse the request. He entered the van which had bed-like seats, strangely more comfortable than his nursery but colder. He sat in the corner of the seat and nervousness coursed through his body at the thought that Evan might come to this place looking for Philip. Within minutes, Philip returns with two bottles of beer, he opens them with his sharp teeth causing Freddy to look at him arching a burnt eyebrow.

-What's the matter?" Philip asked, a bit disconcerted by the look on his face.

-I didn't think you were capable of opening a bottle with your teeth.

Philip burst out laughing

-Yes, when I was human I could do it too. Now it's easier, my teeth are bigger.

-I see...

Philip hands a bottle to Freddy who looks at the bottle and takes a sip. This beer felt strangely bitter and he put it aside.

-Didn't you like the beer? It's my favorite

-It's... Too bitter...

-Hey, you don't drink a lot of alcohol, do you?

Freddy looked at Philip, he had forgotten that detail in that when he was a human he never drank alcohol. He found it too bitter for his taste and only drank mild flavored beers, Pear flavored was his favorite and never more than one bottle.

-Not much really, but it doesn't matter. You wanted to talk to me, didn't you?

Philip ducked his head and leaned back in the seats as he drank. Freddy didn't move from the spot he was in, making Philip feel a little uncomfortable again.

-I...I'm really sorry for calling you and pulling you out Freddy, but I really appreciate it as well as you agreeing to be here.

Freddy looks into his eyes and like a flash he remembered the kiss and turned his head away so as not to see it.

-It's nothing, I felt I had to do it and I don't regret it.

-But, that is a rule that the Entity imposed on you... You are going to be punished because of my fault.

Wraith remembered in his childhood when because of him the children he was supposed to take care of and the woman died...Because he had fallen asleep, which made him position himself on his side hiding his head. He also used a dirty green military blanket to cover his body, feeling stupid and weak again.

-Don't worry about it, I knew what I was doing and you didn't force me into it. If he is going to punish me, it doesn't matter but I wanted you to be able to be calm.

-Thank you Freddy... I wish Evan felt the same way.

-You know what he's like, you know he won't acknowledge anything or apologize to you...Pride is bigger.

-I know..." Philip's voice was cut off at that moment and he could not hold back his tears. Freddy looked at him and didn't know how to react without it being something strange for him, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

-If you need anything, you can ask for it," Freddy answered, looking at him seriously, but with a certain gentleness, a look he could only have with him.

-Thanks for this, sorry for crying...Surely you think I'm a wimpy, sensitive asshole, don't you?

-I think you are kind and retain more humanity than all of us," Freddy replied, sensing that there was an increasingly strangely tense atmosphere although he didn't know if it was his doing or not.

-Do you really think that about me?

-From what I have seen, yes. You retain your humanity, your memories, your purpose and your virtues. You are someone good Philip, someone good who had bad situations happen to him in life.

-But I could have chosen another path... Maybe I should have listened to my grandmother when she told me that revenge was bad.

-Your life is not a shitty movie where the protagonist is good even though the whole world is against him, Philip. You were a child and revenge was present inside you for all that you had to live and suffer. I know from my own experience what revenge and taking justice into your own hands is...

-Because of what happened to you?

-Yes, they burned me alive for what I did," Freddy replied and went back to drinking the beer, which at first tasted bitter.

-Everybody hates you for that Freddy.... But I can't hate you for it, I don't understand why.

-Because you are too gentle and have not judged anyone. I won't force you to interact with me and vice versa. That's why I basically prefer to be a bystander in this shit.

-I didn't mean to offend you...

-You don't offend me...You never have.

Philip looked at Freddy drinking beer and the scars on his skin were more vivid than ever. Pale skin covered with that huge jaw scar made him curious to touch them again, but he said nothing. Freddy felt that look and a current ran down the back of his neck, that penetrating but soft look.

-Hey, is Evan coming to see you," Freddy asked, remembering that the jerk could come at any moment and the last thing he wanted was to find him with Wraith in a van.

-These days he has not been coming..." Philip answered with sadness in his tone of voice.

-Oh, I see ....

-Is there something wrong with him, Nightmare?

-No... I was just asking out of curiosity," Freddy lied. He remembered every single thing he had to do to him because of the Doctor, besides the cave and his broken leg because of him. He constantly wondered what the fuck Philip sees in that bastard who all he did was fuck and eat.

-Hey Freddy...

-Mmm?

Philip swallowed hard. He wanted to talk about a specific topic and didn't know how to do it. Freddy looked him in the eye and that made his shyness worse.

-Hey... About what happened last time, I...

-Don't worry about it Wraith, what happens in dreams stays in dreams.

-You're not upset?

-Why should I be? It can happen to anyone.

Philip somehow felt more relieved with that answer. He finished drinking the bottle of beer and stared at Freddy who also finished drinking the bottle of beer. Freddy felt that fixed but calm gaze which still provoked a strange vibration in his body, a vibration that was indescribable and which he had not felt for many years.

-Freddy...Thank you for everything, but I wanted to ask you a small favor...You don't have to accept, but....

-What do you need?

-You...can you stay with me?" Philip turned his head away so as not to look at him. He remembered the crude rejection he received with Evan and still felt his heart broken because of this. He really didn't expect a positive answer as Freddy's nature was even more malevolent than Evan's, being a demon who murders in dreams. But he needed some consolation, Freddy seemed like a good choice because of his discretion and he didn't seem like someone who was going to mock him for his show of weakness. The others it was obvious they would, maybe Hillbilly wouldn't but he was too wild at times and it made him very nervous.

Freddy was not expecting that request and far from annoying him, he found it pleasant. He still felt Philip was different from the other assassins, with a pleasant and soft scent like a warm campfire about to be extinguished after accomplishing his job.

-Stay with you?

-Don't think bad please! I just...I want to lay down with someone and sleep, it's not a bad thing but if you don't want it I'll understand, we are killers and this is not normal I guess, let alone asking you since you are a demon and all.

-Mmm...No problem Wraith, I can stay with you, but no one must know.

Freddy could see Philip's gaze light up momentarily. A look that caused him a strange nervousness but he decided to be unfazed by it. He settled down next to him, covering himself with the dirty blanket and Philip laid his head and torso gently on his bony ribs being careful enough not to crush him. Freddy didn't move from the position and they were comfortable enough for both of them to sleep peacefully. Even though Freddy had a wool sweater on, Wraith felt a cold, corpse-like skin on him, which caught him off guard.

-Your skin... It's very cold.

Freddy remembered all the times the Doctor and the Trapper told him and grimaced in disgust.

-Yes, I don't have a normal body temperature because of my burns....

-Oh, I see. I'm not disturbing you, am I?

-No, don't worry.

Philip settled his head that was on his chest, feeling his irregular heartbeat, it was noticeable that he was not a human although his appearance was that of one but that did not matter to him. After a long time he felt that someone really stayed with him despite his personality and gave him enormous peace of mind.

Freddy was looking at Philip's head which was still, as if he was listening to his heartbeat. He wanted to caress his head but because of the coldness of his hand he regretted it, he did not want to make him uncomfortable for this.

-Thank you for this Freddy," said Wraith with such a soft tone of voice that Freddy even felt a little tenderness.

-You are welcome

Philip hugged Freddy's thin body a little tighter and then his body heat and the warmth of the blanket warmed his body enough so that after a long time he could fall asleep. Freddy gently settled down so as not to wake him and Wraith shifted his position so that they were face to face. Freddy stared at his dark face which was breathing warmly and calmly into his nose and forehead. With a slightly warmer hand she stroked his cheek gently so as not to wake him.  It was the first time he had been so close to another assassin for personal pleasure and he did not feel uncomfortable with him. He looked at the branches on his head, wondering how he got them, they gave him an intriguing and novel look. Out of curiosity he touched them and they literally felt like tree branches, which made him let out a silent chuckle. He really was a peculiar and very kind assassin, his warmth was unique so he also felt a bit of peace after what Trapper and Doctor went through. He didn't think much about it, as due to being in the real world, he also felt like sleeping and imitating Wraith, he lay down a little closer to his body and also fell asleep soon after.

Hours later, Freddy woke up first. Philip was still sleeping hugging his body which he also had no trouble wrapping around due to his thinness. He looked up at the roof of the van and a very dim light was illuminating it, signaling that dawn was beginning to appear and he should go to his dream world. He took advantage of Wraith's placidly sleeping state and with his power enters his dreams disappearing from the real world and seeing how in his dream he was standing on top of one of the huge compactor cranes looking at the sky with more relaxation than ever. Another soft smile came from Nightmare's misshapen lips and he retreated from his sleep into the hallway where one by one the doors began to disappear indicating another shitty day to complete the rituals.

°~~~°

Philip wakes up and feels better than ever. He looks to his side and while he is not surprised that Freddy was no longer by his side, he wished he had a little more time with him. He felt himself sleeping so well that he believed that Nightmare even without using powers had some sort of sedative in his body which caused him to sleep so well. He gets up with quite a bit more pep and a raven announced to him that several rituals were coming, so he prepared his weapon, his bell and attended the rituals.

Wraith's rituals were much improved that day. He felt this enormous peace of mind which the Entity obviously realized and knew perfectly well who had provoked it, of course Evan was not one of them.

The Entity did not take long to realize that Nightmare broke one of the most important rules he dictated to him ''You cannot interrupt nightmares nor intervene in them'' and that bothered him like never before. He had never interrupted an assassin's nightmare before let alone engaged with one of them of his own volition. This time he was going to wait for his reduction phase to give him a good punishment for it...There were 10 days left and in those days he would come up with something interesting for him.

On the second night after sleeping with Nightmare, Philip lay down in the van and began to dream. This time he wasn't having nightmares, but was dreaming that he was on a beach at night watching the waves wet the sand. He even felt the coolness of the water on his feet, the fact that his memories didn't come back as disturbing shadows helped him tremendously.

Freddy watched from a distance seriously. She was invisible to him, she had that ability in the dream world...He could do whatever he wanted inside her.

Philip turned around and stared directly at where Freddy was sitting on the sand of the beach. Freddy could feel an electric current run through his body, as he was sure he was invisible.

-Thanks for the dreams- Was all Wraith could say with a smile.

Freddy didn't say anything and didn't move either, he thought it was just a phrase thrown in the air.

-I feel you Nightmare, I can't see you but I know you are there. I hear your breathing...I'm a wraith after all and my senses are much stronger even though I'm asleep.

Freddy appears as a pool of blood and slowly rises from the sand.

-I'm glad you're dreaming well... I'll leave you alone.

-Hey... Don't you want to go in the water with me?

-Don't... Don't worry

Philip climbs out of the water and slowly makes his way towards Freddy, the two of them facing each other, looking up and down respectively. Wraith was much taller than Freddy, even taller than Trapper and Doctor. A few strangely tense seconds were seen at that moment, and Freddy didn't know what to do or what to say in the face of the taller brunet.

-Come with me," Philip asks him kindly and takes his hand.

Nightmare at first did not want to, but finally ends up accepting. Like a shy bride she takes his hand and together they walk to the beach where Espectro dives and floats in the sea. Freddy with his ability to control the world of dreams walks on the water and stands next to him looking at the starry sky.

-It's beautiful to dream, isn't it?

-When they are pleasant dreams indeed," Freddy answered, sitting down on the water as if it were a normal floor, Philip feels pleasantly thrilled at this power.

-Freddy, how did you get your power? If you can know of course... If you don't want to tell me, it doesn't matter.

-The demons of dreams gave me this power. They are beings that seek souls and offer them to be their servants in exchange for living in dreams and terrorizing

-Really? -And you accepted?

-I had an outstanding debt... Revenge was stronger than death I guess. I was offered revenge in exchange for being their servant and collecting souls.

-Against those who did...that to you?

Freddy looked at Wraith and nodded his head.

-I see...I'm not one to judge you Freddy, we all have done bad things, we all have some mental breaks...Some more than others. The Doctor tortured many people and experimented on them, Kazan massacred entire villages, Anna too, even Evan killed hundreds of people for his father. We are all sinners in some way and we are being punished for it...I killed many people and I don't regret doing it, I regret the people I couldn't take care of.

-I know Philip, I know your memories and it's a pity that it happened to you.

-You... Do you really think I'm any good?" Philip asked, looking up at Freddy from the water.

-Yes, it's very noticeable," Freddy answered, looking him straight in the eye.

Philip in his sleep would have blushed enormously. Although he was asleep, receiving such compliments cheered him up and caused him to blush strangely.

Philip swims to shore and leaves the beach. Freddy follows him walking on the water

-I appreciate this conversation Nightmare, I must wake up.

-Yes? According to my dream calculation it's still too early

-Evan wants to talk to me, I can smell him near the van.

Freddy nods and with his left hand he was going to teleport to another dream, Philip takes his hand gently.

-Before you leave, I would like you to come again in my next dream.

-I'll try," Freddy replied and disappeared from Wraith's sleep. Wraith wakes up after a gentle shake from Evan.

-Mmm? Evan?" Philip asked, still opening his eyes slowly, he was not recovering well from sleep.

Evan said nothing, simply takes off his mask and approaches him who looks at him in confusion

-What the...?

A soft kiss suddenly appeared. Evan with his bruised hands held Philip's cheeks who was still not fully awake and that kiss caught him off guard, surprising him.

As the kiss ended, Evan stared at him, a soft look appearing on his face.

-What are you doing here and why did you do that," Philip asked, clearly confused by such an act on Trapper's part.

-I needed to talk to you Philip

-What's wrong?

-I... I wanted to know if I could sleep with you tonight.

-Why?" Philip asked and finally he could see Evan's body, which was covered with bandages. He was tortured by the Entity and surely Sally gave him bandages to cover his wounds, he was going to him because he was grieving about it but that didn't help Wraith to calm his inner pain. He was still deeply hurt with him and the rejection he cruelly received.

-Did your rituals end badly?

-Yes... It's obvious, don't you think? The Entity tortured me for it," answered Evan with a certainly unpleasant tone, a tone that annoyed Wraith even more.

-I'm sorry Evan, but I don't want to be with you at the moment," Philip told him with a sharp and dry tone, the same tone Evan used to reject him. Evan arched an indignant eyebrow behind his mask.

-What? You're joking, aren't you? You yourself had asked me to sleep with me without sex and now that I want to, you have the nerve to refuse me?

-It's not about sleeping with you or not. I'm not your consolation shit when everything goes wrong, I needed you too and you never showed up. Do you really think you can come to me whenever you want? I'm not a toy and let that be clear to you.

Evan was greatly surprised by the response as Philip had never responded to him in such a way before. While he felt tremendous anger, deep down he knew that Wraith was right.

-I'm... I'm sorry Philip.

Philip was surprised to hear that

-What?

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you but you know that we can't have anything. We are killers and we are men... What if others know about it?

-That's your problem, you live tormented by what others will say and what we are. We are human still Evan, I don't care that you are a murderer, I don't care that you are a man, I really enjoy being with you in every way but I will not tolerate your shitty attitude and I hope you understand that.

Evan was silent for a few seconds, he noticed Philip's change and it was subtly noticeable...Even his look had changed and that made him remember something he had forgotten.

-Who did you talk to? Evan asked seriously, a tone that Wraith noticed and confused him.

-Talk about what? Philip did not understand the question.

-Someone badmouthed me to you, huh? -Who is it?

-I don't understand what you mean Evan, explain yourself

-You've never talked to me like that before, you were sleeping badly and strangely after sleeping well you talk to me like that... You're talking to Nightmare, right?

Philip swallowed, not expecting him to realize that they had spoken.

-Whether I talk to him or not, I don't think you should care about Trapper. I don't get involved with who you talk to or who you don't talk to, so don't worry about it.

-I don't care if you talk to that worm, I care to know what he told you about me.

-To give you peace of mind, he didn't tell me anything about you. We just talked about life and the rituals...Now, please go back and let me sleep as I can still sleep a little more before the rituals.

Evan bit his lower lip and let out a growl. With heavy steps he left the van and walked out of Wraith's realm, that rejection was like a direct arrow in his pride. He could accept any other rejection, but not from Philip, since in the bottom of his heart he also loved him and he was also afraid that Freddy would reveal what he did to him as well as about the pictures the Doctor took, which according to him does not show his face but he was not entirely convinced...He had to see it with his own eyes.

Evan went all the way to the Lery Institute and walked down the dark corridors until he reached Herman's office, who was asleep on the huge couch along with his treatment stick in his hand. Evan wasn't exactly very quiet, so it didn't take the Doctor long to wake up and prepare his left arm with a shock but seeing the Trapper's silhouette made him remove that shock from his arm

-Good evening Trapper," exclaimed the Doctor who did not move from his chair. He was staring at Evan and his tone of voice was as cordial as ever. Herman's excessive cordiality and ''elegance'' sometimes got on Evan's nerves, who was more of a wild animal than anything else.

-Fuck the formality Herman Where do you have them?

-Don't be so rude. It was you who came to my Institute and unfortunately I didn't wake up with the gift of divination so... What do you mean?

-The photos of that night... Where do you have them?

Oh, you mean those pictures... Why are you interested in those pictures? Do you want to self-satisfy yourself by looking at your own member or something?

Where the fuck do you have those fucking pictures? Don't play with me, you know-it-all bastard," shouted Evan, who was quickly losing patience with Herman.

-Don't be so grumpy or you'll become even older. I have them preciously guarded

-I need to see them, right now," Evan demanded, staring at Herman with an impenetrable gaze. Herman settled back at the table, looking at him with his luminous eyes full of curiosity.

-Why do you want to see them? Did you like Freddy's blowjobs that much?

-That's none of your business, I want to see them and make sure my face doesn't appear on any of them.

-You have my word, dear Trapper. Only your face and our limbs appear but given the...Shape of your limb it's hard for them to know it's you.

-Damn it... Show them now!

Evan furiously grabs Herman's tie and pulls it towards his face and raises his machete with the intention of slashing it. Herman was more relaxed than ever, as if anticipating his reaction and a soft smile figured on his hookless lips.

-I can't show them to you, it's a secret. You know... Professional ethics, I am forbidden to reveal information about my patients and Freddy is now my patient. But I give you my word as a doctor that you are not on them.

-Damn it...-Evan slowly let go of Herman and paced back and forth, as he growled inside himself and the Doctor went back to rearranging his clothes that were thrown away by him, he hated wrinkled clothes.

-Why are you interested in the photos now? Did something happen to warrant it?

-Because I'm pretty sure that motherfucker will tell Philip what we did...Damn it, I don't want them to know I fucked that bastard, let alone helped you with this shit.

-Oh, so Nightmare gets along very well with Philip, huh?

-And I think there's something between them, that shit pisses me off.

-What would be the problem if you told him? Philip knows you get involved with others

-Yes, but to have done it with him is disgusting, a weak, scrawny old man... Damn it, what was I thinking?

-I'm fascinated by your double standards, Trapper.

-What the fuck do you mean?

-Herman got up from the chair and stood a few inches away from Evan, who was scowling at him.

-You enjoyed everything you did to him, I also know you would do it again if you had the chance.

-No, you're the sick fuck who would do that, this was all your idea.

-I didn't force you to do it, Evan. I never electrocuted you or threatened you with anything to get you to agree to do it...Everything that happened was on your own because you enjoyed seeing it that way as much as I did.

For Evan these words were like a slap in the face, as he had not fully assimilated this truth. It bothered him to admit that he had enjoyed that fact and made him feel as sick as the Doctor.

-What are you going to do with those photos," Evan asked with a stutter.

-A proper treatment for him. I also really appreciate you revealing to me that Philip and Freddy are ''close'' will help me for this.

-What will you do to him?

-All that information is confidential, dear Trapper..." The Doctor pats him gently on the shoulder.

-Now I will kindly ask you to leave my office, it is very early and I would like to sleep a little longer.

-You better hope the photos are true....

-They are, trust your dear friend.

Evan withdraws from the Institute in discomfort and returns to his own kingdom, he hated feeling this way, rejected by the person he loved but he knew deep down that it had all been his fault and he had to take the consequences.

°~~~~~°

As the days went by, Freddy would visit Wraith more and more often in his dreams, watching from a distance. Philip felt his presence and inside he felt happiness and peace at the sight of him. Freddy felt that feeling and smiled to himself with misshapen lips, he also felt strangely at peace with him. Finally, Philip decided not to ignore him.

His last dream, Philip was again in the same cabin he had in the first dream, with the difference that the bed was a little bigger. He didn't know why that place brought him so much relaxation, it was the best dream he could have and Nightmare was watching him from a distance with his same emotionless look, but a little calmer.

-Hello Nightmare, I'm glad you're here.

-Hi Philip, and I'm glad your dreams are finally good for you.

Freddy was about to disappear when he feels arms covering his small body from behind, but this presence was not like the Doctor's but much more calm and humanly warm...More in confidence.

-Philip asked in a low voice like a whisper, as if they had to speak softly and he sounded more like a boyfriend than a friend.

-Why do you want me to stay with you?

-Because I like being with you, even in my dreams.

Freddy swallowed in his sleep. He looked up at Philip and he had a warm, luminous smile which matched the glow of his soul that would not resign itself to fade away. A vibrating sensation ran through her burning body, again that feeling from last time and when she slept with him outside the dream world and she couldn't explain it.

-Can you lie down on the bed with me?

-All right...

Freddy and Philip snuggled into the bed, which was soft and fuzzy. Wraith loved that feeling, it made him want to sleep so much better and Freddy didn't flinch. Philip felt so trusting of him that he surprisingly hugged him, causing Nightmare to startle him.

-Oh... Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you...

-No, it's not that... I didn't expect it but you can do it, you don't bother me.

Wraith approaches Freddy's smaller body and stands between his cold chest wrapped by the wool sweater. He keeps looking at the scars on his cheek and again wants to touch them, the feeling is strangely pleasant.

-You can do it," Freddy smiled slightly, looking into his eyes. Freddy stroked the twigs on his head with his cool hand and Philip stroked his cheek gently.

-Hey Freddy... -Philip stammered in his sleep, he was strangely tense and Nightmare knew why but said nothing.

-You wonder what I would look like without these scars, don't you? Freddy's gaze was soft, as if he was looking at a small child after he hugged him and gave him an angelic smile.

Philip nodded his head. His eyes flashed curiosity and that steady gaze made the strange tension that Nightmare felt intensify.

-I don't think you really like me. I never considered myself very handsome and...These burns remind me that I'm a demon.

Philip cupped her cheeks with both hands and moved so close to him that he felt her breath gush across his face which took him by surprise.

-I...I would like to see the man you were to become what you are...Would you trust me and show me...Please?

-Why do you want to see me before that?

-Because I want to know you better, to know how you were before becoming what you are now....

-That sentence made her dry lips tighten and moisten with saliva. While this phrase reminded him of the Doctor, he felt a different kind of warmth, a different kind of trust.

After minutes of hesitation, Freddy ends up nodding his head. He uses his demonic powers and transforms into what he was before...Before he burned, before he discovered his dark desires for children, before the demonstration of his mental brokenness. Although he was 48 years old when he died, he transformed into his younger ''Self'', perhaps around 35 or 36 years old. He had medium-long, straight light brown hair, skin just as white as it had been with his burns, and both eyes in good condition, deep blue and a thin but marked feature. Long eyelashes and bushy eyebrows completed a nervous look but that could be calmed down a little when looking at the eyes of a Wraith surprised with the change in Nightmare's physique.

-You... Were you really like this before you got burned?

-Yes... Well, I'm a little younger, but that's how I used to be," Freddy answered, disconcerted by Philip's surprise, who kept looking him in the eye.

-It's... You really had a bit of appeal back then.

-You think so?

Philip stared into Nightmare's blue eyes. Without the burns they were much more noticeable and the tension Freddy felt went through the roof. They stared at each other for a few seconds but for Nightmare it felt like the clock had stopped and everything around him had stopped. Philip looked at this man with fine, slightly delicate features, too many to be a man...Did demons really look like him? Was he one of the representations that appearances could be deceiving? For there was really no perversion of any kind in his eyes except for a nervous look as if he were hiding something.

Philip slowly approached Freddy's face and they could feel their breaths on each other, that nervousness running down the backs of both of their necks. Nightmare eyes mirrored Philip's luminous, calm eyes. Silence was toasted throughout the dream and only Philip's breathing could be heard louder and louder as he slowly approached Freddy's thin lips that were no longer deformed by the burns. They were pink and slightly more fleshy than on the burned side, a subtle joining of lips could be felt by both until finally both lips could solidly join each other. Gentle movements were toasted, without any kind of demand or forcing. They had a touch of supernaturalness to them as Philip was a wraith and Freddy was a Dream Demon. When the kiss was over, Philip broke away from Freddy who kept watching him in a calm way, fully accepting what had happened.

-Sorry Freddy, I...

Freddy this time took the initiative. With his fingers this time unscarred, he caressed Philip's lower lip, the same caress he wanted to give Evan and Evan rebuked him. He could feel his heart fill in some way or another with that action which although very vague, for Philip felt like a total act of affection he had never received. Nightmare moves closer to Philip and kisses him again, but this time in a slightly more passionate way which felt better. Philip caressed his cheek and lifted his chin noting his white neck, this time clean and unblemished and unscarred. With his lips he slowly began to stroke her neck, and surprisingly, Freddy felt something. Was it because of the power that he could feel something in the dream world? He had never been with another person in this way so he had never been able to check if he felt anything. The fight with the Doctor he had had, he didn't feel pain because he wanted it to be so, but... Now he wanted to feel those caresses, those lips touching his skin softly and that warm breath invading the pores of his skin, a very sensitive area.

Freddy imitated him. He moved his neck closer and with his thin lips began to slowly kiss Philip's neck who let out a subtle gasp. His dark skin had a strange smell, slightly of Kerosene but that didn't matter. Freddy with his power of dreams slowly removed his upper clothing, Philip put up no resistance to this and could notice a dark torso covered in scars due to the tortures performed by the Entity. With his hand lightly caressing Philip's torso he gently kissed him in the area of his scars, causing Wraith to have a slight hiss due to the sensation of Freddy's lips. With his teeth he slowly bit into his skin causing Philip to shiver despite being asleep. Another more passionate kiss appeared from Wraith, his lips were wet and trembling, nervousness was running through his body, which doubted greatly what he was doing.

Philip takes Nightmare's body and gently lays him down on the bed and sits on his legs. With his hands he lightly lifts his sweater which was totally clean and caresses his white belly. Lightly she comes closer and just like Nightmare she kisses him gently, no sound came out of him but a calm look, knowing every action he would do, every sensation and every thought he had for her power. His skin felt soft and delicate, the others in general had horrible scars or wounds on their skin and feeling such a human skin generated an enormous desire to keep caressing him.

He lifts the sweater enough to see his entire torso. With both hands he caresses his hips as bony as before and Freddy remembered the Doctor's hands and it made him uncomfortable, Philip thought it was him who was making him uncomfortable.

-Philip asked in a whisper, pausing from his actions until he was sure that Nightmare was comfortable.

-Yes, you may continue..." Freddy replied softly, his voice beginning to tremble from the slight pleasure of the stimulation of the touching to his skin and hips.

Philip with his fingers caressed her breast, lightly stroking the aureoles and then her nipples. A subtle moan came from Nightmare's soft voice, she bit her lips at the sensation which was much more pleasurable than her previous pathetic experiences.

Philip stares at Freddy, he could see his reflection in those crystalline blue eyes and his peculiar beauty behind being a demon full of deep burns and blisters, he caresses his hair and his white cheek which was warm like a normal human being, his hair was soft and silky. He strokes his hair and his white cheek which was warm like a normal human being, his hair was soft and silky. At what point did he transform into the monster he was now? Why does he feel so good about him despite what he did? Was this even right? So it made her pause and have a slight doubt inside her mind, a doubt which Freddy obviously realized.

-You are not obliged to follow if you don't want to, Philip," Freddy answered in a much softer voice than in his demonic side, he even sounded more tender.

Wraith was embarrassed that Freddy had noticed his nervousness. It made him feel totally inexperienced being that he had experience with men and women...More than Freddy at least. He removes himself from Freddy's body and sits down on the bed.

-It's not that I don't want something with you... But... I'm...

-Confused?" Freddy smiled softly. He understood that feeling since he knew Philip had feelings for Evan.

-It's that...I...You know how I feel about Trapper. I don't want to use you as a consolation, I don't want to lose my friendship with you either since you have really helped me a lot during this time....

-You owe Evan no allegiance, dear Wraith," Freddy replied, patting his shoulder and hugging him from behind, "But I understand that you are confused by him.

-But... You really don't mind what I'm telling you?

-You are asleep, therefore in my world and I feel everything you feel right now. I know you want to do it, at the same time your mind is not in the best condition and it is normal.

-Freddy, I... You know what I'm thinking right now, don't you?

-Yes. You think, "If you hadn't done what you did, I would have been with you.

Philip nodded sadly

-I know I don't judge others Freddy, but... This is really too strange for me, plus we are both killers.

-Don't worry Philip. I won't tell you anything for your decision and I understand you.

-This is stupid, because I really...I enjoy being with you, because you have kept me a lot of company and I enjoy sleeping next to you.... What the fuck am I saying?....

Philip's sleep begins to vibrate like a flicker, he was waking up so Freddy gently embraces him, his small body is sandwiched between Philip's slim but larger body.

-Don't worry, we can continue as friends and if you need anything else you can call me.

-Thank you really Nightmare, I'm really sorry.

-It doesn't matter...

-Can you stay for this time, yes? Sleep with me

-Yes

They both lie down on the bed and Freddy takes advantage of his small body to snuggle up to Philip. It was the first time he felt really comforted, leaving aside the Doctor's terribly warm body, which was forcing him to hug him and taking advantage of his most vulnerable moment.

-Hey...-Philip lifts Freddy's chin and kisses him goodbye, another soft kiss with some shyness. Actually Philip was flattered that Freddy had shown up without getting burned, he had clearly attractive features and his appearance didn't look like someone who was evil, but...They were just appearances. While he was also pleased that he had been willing to sleep with him, let himself be cuddled and even break a rule imposed by him, he regretted that Freddy had that nature.

-Thank you for being here

-You're welcome- Nightmare answered and let him rest in the dream world as in the real world. He didn't feel bad about this really, as he understood Philip's feelings and even if he felt something for a bastard jerk, it was his decision and he had to respect it, so he took the opportunity to hug him and they both rested feeling that unparalleled peace.

°~~~~°

The reduction phase had begun and Freddy was sitting on the mattress in his basement biting his thumbnail. He knew the Doctor was going to be waiting for him at the Institute and if he didn't go, he was going to look for him...Clearly if the Doctor went looking for him it would be worse for him. Nervousness ran through the veins of his body and a cold sweat was breaking out on his skin. He had lost his strength again and again looked thin and cadaverous, as if he had just come out of a coma...He couldn't fight him.

Slowly he walks out of his realm towards the Doctor's Institute, hesitation was present in his mind, but he had to go for good...He knew the Doctor well enough to know what he was capable of, but he doesn't quite make it.

The Entity appears and holds his body with its legs, causing Freddy to freeze for this.

-Hello Nightmare Where are you going? Are you going to see your new partner?

-What are you doing? Let go of me," Freddy shouted as he kicked and scratched with his glove.

-You know perfectly well why I am here, my dear.

-Let me go! -Please, Entity, let me go! I can't be cured...

-You broke the main rule, Nightmare. You know your rules, you know what you are forbidden to do and yet you helped Wraith with his nightmares.

-I'm sorry majesty... Please don't hurt me, I had to do it.

-I am your master, you are my servant. Do you know that those who break the rules must be punished?

-Please...Majesty...Don't torture me, I can't defend myself.

-Oh, I won't do it, someone else will do it for me. Besides, you showed your human form to Wraith, didn't you?

Freddy felt he was being buried on ice cubes. How did he know he had shown himself to Philip without burns? Did he torture the truth out of him?

-I see you're surprised, huh? I read everyone's mind, dear Nightmare. Except yours because you're in the dream world, but I had no trouble finding out everything, let alone someone as soft as Philip. Were you going to manipulate him like a child? Did you want to take advantage of him?

-No! I had no bad intentions with him! Let go of me, damn it!

-Here and now, you will realize that it is useless to feel anything for the murderers Nightmare, I will punish you for breaking your imposed rule and you will see clearly the nature of you.

-No... I... -Please...

Freddy begged to please not to hurt him, that he would not do it again, that he would go to the Doctor to fulfill his deal with him, that he would improve even in the rituals even if everything was against him but the Entity would not listen to him....

He held Freddy's body tightly and swallowed it.

Everything went dark.

• Freddy human version, according to my mental perspective and not so much based on the movie.  

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XI: PUNISHMENT: PART ONE

HERMAN CARTER KILLER X FREDDY KRUEGER SURVIVOR FIC

Darkness... Fear, confusion... All those feelings appeared in Freddy's head, as his body was sucked by the Entity without knowing its intention or purpose.
All those feelings popped into Freddy's head, as his body was sucked into the Entity without knowing its intent or purpose. Harm him? Torture him? It was possible, but even a foul, supernatural thing had a little more sense and wasn't such a bastard as to torture a murderer without his powers. Even the survivors it avoided doing so as it knew their weaknesses perfectly well, it wasn't necessary. The Entity this time had another intention and whatever that intention was, Freddy felt dread coursing through his body and that feeling with each passing second in that total darkness intensified.
He didn't know how many seconds he had been that way exactly, for Freddy they were an eternity which was in a total void. His body floated in total darkness and he could not see anything around him, nor could he speak. He only felt that he could move his body and when he did, it was as if he was under a pool but instead of water it was oil. Nor did he have the perception of swimming when doing so, his mind was invaded not only by the feelings mentioned, but he also had many questions and the Entity was not willing to answer any of them.... Not for now, he would see with his own eyes what he was going to get for breaking his most important rule in the dream world.
Moments later, he felt something even more slimy begin to touch the fingers of his limbs, oddly feeling all that incredibly noticeable sensation, as if he had never been burned and much of his skin dead. That sensation spread all over his body and it was both uncomfortable and disgusting: it was as if hundreds of leeches and attached themselves to his body and all of them started sucking blood. From fingertips to toes with that disgusting and increasingly painful sensation.
It literally felt like her blood was being drained and she began to feel nauseous. A painful twinge entered his brain, the same twinge when Herman and Philip pulled him out of the dream world, the excessive amount of information received to his senses from one second to the next were colliding with his brain sending those painful twinges. Now, he felt a paralyzing pain in his body, similar to pouring alcohol on a wound but that pain ran through every pore of his skin, making him scream but he couldn't manage to scream. Was that the torture the Entity was having on him? Was that his punishment for breaking his rule? My God, this was as painful as it was disgusting...Too many sensations mixed together like unanswered questions. That pain intensified so much that Freddy in his mind begged, pleaded before his master to stop, he would do anything, whatever he wanted but he only asked for that pain to stop and to please send him at least to a place where there could be solid things and not an infinite void without any vision other than his mental images in which he remembered the pain of his body being burned in front of a crowd thirsty for revenge and justice.
Those minutes were as hellish as the eight hours in which he was under the Doctor's investigation and the other hours in which he was raped by him and by Trapper, at the same time that sepulchral silence in which he was, the only sound he caught were his own mental screams and his own pleas that made him break even more mentally than he already was
"Majesty, please.... Stop this I beg you" Freddy thought as he moved his body under that oily liquid that covered him, it was as if he was inside the womb of a mother about to give birth. After a second, the pain stopped. Another mental pause appeared in Freddy's brain and he thought the Entity had enough..... Lousy mistake on his part, he knew deep down the Entity was being too gentle and in his own experience of torture he knew it. He knew what the Entity was capable of, all the times it dismembered him piece by piece only to mockingly instantly regenerate. Now Freddy regretted being so smug about the nature of his powers and feeling "untouchable".
While the pain had stopped, he still remained in that dark, empty place unable to see absolutely nothing, he literally felt like a fetus inside his mother's womb and that fact began to quickly make him despair.
Damn it, Ente, please get me out of this place, please!
-Oh...do you really want to get out of here, Nightmare? -
He heard that dark vibrating voice in his head. It was the Entity that spoke to him as if from a distance and far from calming him down, it scared him more than ever.
-Yes, please, being in this void is horrible," Freddy thought inside his head as he had no ability to speak, not even to open his mouth.
-Oh... And tell me... Would you do anything to get out of here...?
Freddy had the perception that getting out of that place would be worse for him, but he needed to see something, anything.... That darkness made him desperate and he felt that it was eating his head off. He didn't understand why he was in that place, nor did he understand that pain or those leeches he felt through every millimeter of his body.
-I... I swear majesty. I'll do anything to get out of here," Freddy answered with resignation. He knew deep down that everything was going to be worse later, but he had no idea what the Entity had in store for him.
-So be it... This will be your punishment for breaking my rules, 5 days. - That was all the Entity uttered in his head. Freddy felt the Entity's paws take his little body and he did strange somersaults that made him feel strangely dizzy.... It reminded him of when it took him from his beloved nursery, even that same sound of wooden beams cracking at its empty, dark surroundings.
Finally, he began to see something. After that pain, that emptiness and darkness disappeared to appear another kind of darkness, but this darkness was strangely peculiar to him. His eyes were getting used to the outside world since according to Nightmare's mind, it was about an hour that he was in that sickening void. It took him a couple of seconds to notice that he was in a realm, a dark realm and it was a little hard to see...There was a lot of tall weeds, taller than him even, though it was no wonder since "height" was never something Freddy had, never really had. Freddy looked up at the sky, a cloudy sky like his dream world, but this one despite being gray had more color. The whole place itself was grayish but with a little more color than Nightmare's dream world. He took a couple of slow steps and realized he was in the Backwater Swamp, so he assumed he was supposed to go to a ritual.... But, this was strange, why would he send him to a ritual if he himself reduced his power to zero? What kind of punishment was that? Questions that were quickly answered. She ran a couple of steps and noticed his hands, surprise and confusion entered her mind and she grimaced clearly dumbfounded at what she was seeing. The skin on her hands, which was always dirty and scarred, was now clean and very white as her skin tone had always been. She quickly touched her face and no longer felt those huge burns on her cheeks or the rough skin on her body. He even inadvertently touched his forehead and felt...hair? Freddy had never had hair after being burned alive? Why was he feeling all that? What was happening to him? He looked down and he no longer had his striped Jersey on, this time he had a dark jacket covering him along with his typical felt hat on and a flash of remembrance flashed through his mind.... It was the same jacket he had on when he ran from some cars and hid in the abandoned plant. That moment he was never going to be able to forget so he remembered in minute detail absolutely everything, even what he had on before he went up in flames and that jacket was exactly the same. Extreme confusion coursed through his body but soft breathing along with quick but stealthy footsteps stopped his thoughts.
Freddy looked where those footsteps were coming from and it was another survivor staring at him, curious eyes were on them and Freddy instinctively was going to attack him but he didn't have his glove on. That made the survivor arch an eyebrow, but seeing his confused look made him think he didn't even know where he was, so he gave him a ''peace'' sign and decided to help him.
-Oh... Hi. You're a new survivor aren't you?" asked the survivor, who was David King, looking at him seriously but with a bit of warmth due to his nature of helping others.
-What...?" Freddy asked, the fear was at the surface and he thought he was dreaming about it, but no.... It was all terribly real and he didn't know why he wasn't with burns or his precious claw glove.
David walked up to him and he was taller than Freddy, not as tall as the other killers but he was up to his neck. A soft smile appeared on David's face.
-I see you just got here, we are on a ritual and we have to try to repair five generators before we get caught by the Killer. Avoid getting hooked and if one of us gets hooked, go get him, got it?
Freddy didn't answer. He had never been so close to a survivor and he had forgotten that in his life he was always someone very shy with social problems so being around a person who had hung up maybe for how long made him recoil and ask that he was listening and seeing him was a lie. David noticed his confused and fearful look, but there was no time to explain things better.... The generators had to be finished quickly.
-I know you may be confused, but do as I say and I hope you can get out of here-," David replied, leaving him behind.
-He told him before leaving him alone and Freddy had frozen horribly. But he had to go with the flow and maybe, just maybe he would find answers to his questions.
Freddy being a killer for so long, at least he could remember perfectly what the Swamp looked like although certainly seeing so much color overwhelmed his eyesight. It didn't take him long to find a generator as he managed to remember the random locations that generators could appear and he touched a generator. To his enormous surprise, he could indeed repair it.... He had never repaired a generator before. How was this thing repaired? Did the Entity place in their brains the innate sense of being able to repair one? A mechanical course in their mind? Too many questions, but strangely he too was able to begin repairing the generator despite never having touched one in his life before.
As he repaired, he felt a presence behind his back and some ringing sounds appeared behind his ears. It was Wraith the assassin so Freddy stares at him, dropping the generator but Wraith first thing he did was hit him hard with his gun.
A deafening scream came out of his mouth and instinctively he started to run with his arm covering the wound. Wraith began to chase him through the swamp and unfortunately Freddy had no knowledge of evading killers so he quickly fell to the ground. Another scream came out of his mouth and blood covered the floor along with pitiful howls, Freddy didn't think this felt so fucking painful let alone was he going to be taken down so easily. There were other survivors that it really was ball-busting to chase them because of their great evasiveness to them, but he had never been to a ritual. Freddy stared at Wraith, who in his gaze reflected no feeling other than a huge thirst for sacrifice, it was as if his mind was dominated by the Entity and he had only one mission and one purpose: to sacrifice everyone no matter what, that made Freddy snap.... He had even the slightest illusion that he recognized him and actually seeing those eyes threw him off. He knew Wraith, well enough to know that of all the other killers he was one of the most humane and kindest.... He knew he was doing this out of obligation. Wraith takes his body and unlike the other male survivors, this one felt much lighter so he felt it easier to get to a meat hook. Freddy barely struggled for a couple of seconds to end up in those painful meat hooks. A scream that could be heard all over the map came from his throat and that horrible pain shot through his thorax. Slowly he felt himself bleeding out as he looked down and Wraith quickly turned invisible in search of another survivor. It wasn't long when another survivor quickly pulled him off the hook and proceeded to heal him, that survivor was Laurie.
-Hello, newbie," Laurie greeted politely but with a hint of sarcasm in her words, "I see you've arrived today, haven't you?
-Hello... -Freddy replied nervously as she healed him quickly and literally felt as if he had never been hooked or hit twice in such a brutal way.
-Try not to fall so fast, I know you're new but we need you to at least try to repair.
Freddy nodded sheepishly. It had been a long time since he had been this close to a woman, outside of the female killers he wasn't close to them either.
-Well, Nea is evading nicely.... Let's fix this in the meantime," Laurie ordered in an authoritative voice.
Freddy and Laurie quickly repaired the generator. Laurie looked at Freddy and felt she had seen him somewhere, he had a very strange presence and that hat reminded her of someone but she didn't know exactly who.
Nea gave the time to repair two generators before going down. Three were missing so Freddy stealthily went to unhook it without being seen by Wraith. He was thankful to be in that place with a dark jacket hiding his striped Jersey. He unhooked Nea and she looks him in the eyes, nervous blue eyes watched her back.
-Hello, I see another one of us has arrived- -He greeted with a distrustful tone. She had a very bad temper and was a very intimidating woman despite being small.
Freddy nods his head without saying a word. He looks at Nea's bloody torso and tries to heal her, but Wraith appears ringing the bell and hits Freddy again, so they both decide to run. Freddy this time decides to watch as a killer and leads Wraith to the structures he knows well enough to know which ones are the strongest for them. Wraith knows it too so he stops chasing him.... He knows it's just to waste time.
Freddy doesn't have anything to heal himself, so he runs in search of another survivor but he couldn't find any. He couldn't find a chest to heal himself either, so with his memory, he went to another generator and there was David repairing it, so he quickly helped him.
-What's your name," asked David, "I doubt that "rookie" is your name, is it?
-Frederick," Freddy answered, ducking his head.
-Well, Frederick, it's good to have you here. Let's hope the four of us can make it out alive.
Freddy looked at David and nodded. He had never been so close to other people, feeling human and without scars on his skin. How did he look physically? He didn't know, nor did he know if he had changed to his appearance before he was burned or if he was still the same.

This ritual at least the four of them managed to escape, arriving at a huge bonfire on their way out of the dark and gloomy swamp. Freddy looked at that warm and colorful fire, memories of before he was burned came to him and a cold sweat broke out. He sat away from the fire behind some logs with his head down, like a punished dog.

-Look, a new survivor has arrived-," said David King, signaling to Freddy, who did not want to look at anyone, he did not want to be recognized and being on the survivor's side made him very upset. One by one the other survivors greeted him and gave him a warm welcome, asking his name, where he was from, his age, offering him something to eat, trying to make conversation... The survivors among them, although there were differences, considered themselves ''family'' as far as that word could fit. They were kind to each other and helped each other in any way necessary, making great bonds of friendship. When one of them approached to shake his hand he looked at Freddy fixedly, their eyes mirrored each other and that survivor felt this like a bucket of cold water running through his body that made him turn away abruptly. It was Quentin who had stared at him and in spite of everything, in spite of time, in spite of very vague memories...He remembered him.

-My God .... It can't be...Freddy? Is that you? What the fuck are you doing here?

Freddy looked at Quentin this time more fixedly than in his rituals... He had changed a lot. They looked at each other face to face, Quentin was taller and stouter than Freddy, a grimace of disgust had left his mouth, Freddy on the other hand felt shaky, but resigned to the fact that Quentin had recognized him so easily.

-Hello Quentin. Now we're on the same side as far as I can see?

All the other survivors looked at each other and made a huge grimace of revulsion.

-Freddy, the Killer? Are you the Nightmare?" asked Laurie, preparing a huge piece of glass that she always brought with her.

Freddy nodded his head, along with enormous resignation.

-What the fuck are you doing here?" Quentin asked and abruptly pushed him, grabbing him by his jacket.

-Believe me, it's not like I want to be here," Freddy replied staring at him, with no intention of fighting any of them. Most of the survivors looked stronger than him and he could clearly feel very intimidated. Freddy never stood out for physical strength nor did he stand out for size...But he was very fast, he was able to avoid the cars of the annoying parents despite being 48 years old.

-Shit..." David replied, "And I helped you, damn it...".

Laurie approaches and takes the piece of glass leaving it on her neck.

-You think torturing us was fun, you son of a bitch," Laurie asked, being fully capable of slitting his throat if he moved... Freddy swallowed hard at that performance and remembered that he was not wanted on either side.

-Laurie, stop that," David replied with a sigh. He hated to defend him, but if he was a survivor, it was also part of the rules the Entity left for them ''No fighting against them''.

-Fuck that," Laurie shouted at David, still holding the piece of glass, "He's a murderer! You're going to defend a murderer!

-Enough! He doesn't have his powers or his weapon," David shouted back, "He's just like us right now, if you do anything to him the Entity will punish us all.

Laurie angrily bites her lips and slowly puts the piece of glass in her pocket. Freddy ends up taking a deep breath being thankful that his neck this time would remain intact.

-Now, explain to us what you do as a survivor, where are your burns," asked Quentin, who, together with David, stood in front of him. Freddy bowed his head resigned to answer these questions.

-I... The Entity has punished me. I broke a rule and the truth is I don't know the reason why I switched to his side... But it happened.

-What did you do?" Laurie asked in a strong and stern tone.

-I...I helped another one of our own," Freddy replied with a soft smile in the background. He laughed at the memory of Philip...It was nice, but none of them took that smile well.

-What are you laughing at, you bastard!" Quentin yells at him, "You shouldn't be here with us!

-I know..." Freddy swallowed. Every second he spent with them he could tell more and more that he was totally hated and he deserved it. One of his biggest victims was in front of him and he wasn't going to be willing to treat him as one of his own, his look of hate gave him away...That look of wanting to throw him to the bonfire and burn him again, but David was by his side watching to make sure he didn't do something crazy.

-I...have a question for Freddy....-It was Claudette, who fearfully approached his side. Freddy stared at her, she always struck him as a woman with a certain innocence and kindness.

-How does it feel to be a murderer?

-A lot of the other killers don't deserve to be here," Freddy answered without taking his eyes off her. Yes, they killed or forged a pact but many of them are just people...Like you.

-Why are they chasing us then?" asked David, crossing his arms.

-The Entity forces us, well... Most of us.

-What if we run away?," Claudette asked.

-We are tortured, none of us is free of that... It is our punishment for not doing what we want," Freddy answered crestfallen, thinking of the tortures he and the others have received throughout their time there. He was always dismembered by him and always regenerated instantly... The others did not suffer the same fate.

-How long will you be here?," asked David.

-According to the Entity... Five days, or so I believe.

-What did you do to get here?," asked Claudette.

-I interrupted another Killer's nightmare, I'm forbidden to do that," Freddy answered truthfully. What did he have to lose by telling the truth?

-And a shit...," Quentin replied, "You're a fucking liar Krueger!," spitting and cursing at him, "None of us will want to help you, nor will we give you any of our skills.-

Deep down Freddy was hurt by this contempt. He knew what he had done and because of that he was burned alive...How much more would he suffer for the past? How long would he be tormented by it? Was it worth it to have done it?

Yes...It was worth every fucking second. That was the only time he was truly happy and he looked at Quentin...He remembered when he was a kid, shy but giggly. He was also one of those he had fiddled with in life and far from regretting it made him feel better than ever. Now he looked at a strong, muscular man with some leadership power from his lived experiences.Who wouldn't win her over if he was tormented by a demonic being who lived in dreams? But now that contempt from others no doubt affected a part of him. Although it was no wonder, he was a murderer in that world and did not have a tragic history like some of his side. But he had to accept those words...He had no other choice.

-Ok-Freddy replied, trying not to be fazed by this.

All the survivors stare at him and turn away from him. Freddy deep down felt something similar to bee stings, he was always rejected by society almost all his life and even outside of it he still was...Nothing changed and those angry, disgusted looks proved it. Nothing he could do and the only thing left for him was to try to survive an endless cycle of hunting on his own.

To Freddy's bad luck, who was still processing the fact that he was on the side of the survivors, he was called to three more rituals. He and several of the others were called feeling a deep sense of resignation and dread. This time, he had appeared next to a generator when he heard furious ramming of the structures in the distance and quickly one of the others had fallen. It was Blight the killer and to his misfortune, he was one of the best killers in the world of rituals due to the enormous speed of his deadly avalanche...

It didn't take long to take down the others, except for him. Nervous to the max, he nevertheless went down to some of the painful meat hooks but none of them wanted to be healed by him. As he approached the others a look of hatred appeared on their faces, looks that pierced his body and made him feel even more miserable than he was already being on their side.

They'd rather die on the hooks than have a son of a bitch like him rescue them.... They didn't want to depend on that murdering bastard.

Freddy knew it, he knew they would not accept his help but they were on the same side so he could not let them die....

-Don't come near me, you bastard," said a survivor as he slowly bled to death hanging from one of the hooks in the cellar, "I'd rather have someone else help me or die here than thank you for your false attempt at kindness.

-I can't leave you here," Freddy replied in a voice that was a mixture of nervousness and melancholy.

-If we get out of this ritual alive, it won't be because of you," was the cruel and dry answer he received from the survivor.

Freddy was paralyzed by that answer. Would they really rather die here than receive his help? It was unbelievable, did they have so much pride in their heads? More proof that on neither side was he wanted and that thought continued to slowly break him. Before he didn't care what they thought of him, but after he Doctor found his weaknesses and tortured him it seriously affected his mind.... Nowhere did he feel safe so he didn't know what to do at the moment.

-Go away, I don't want you to rescue me. The others will understand," was the last thing the survivor said and Freddy had no choice but to leave the basement and try to repair the generators in order to leave. He would no longer be interested in helping the others, everything depended on himself and he himself had to get out no matter what? He could only pray that Talbot would not find him, being a technically sneaky rat.

One by one the survivors fell and Freddy did not have time to repair them, as doing it alone would take too long. When the third survivor fell he decided he should hide and hopefully find the trap door. If Blight found it first, he would run to the door and try to open it before it found him, a difficult task due to the enormous speed he possessed and he had no other ability to help him since the other survivors did not want to offer him their abilities so he could only depend on his own.

The third survivor was taken by the Entity and Freddy had no choice but to walk around until he found the trap door. He tried to memorize the possible appearances in Crottus Psychiatric but his memory was never the best in these cases. Hearing Blight's heartbeat he hid between some structures and hoped at least that she wouldn't hear him but it backfired. A powerful blow with a staff landed on his side which made him let out a painful scream and he ran evading Blight's onslaught, but not knowing very well his skills within the rituals it didn't take him long to fall. He was left on the floor with torturous moans and leaving a pool of blood, he crawled slowly and prayed if he found the trap door but could not be heard nearby.

Talbot with his huge hands was about to grab Freddy's dying body but stopped himself. He looked at Freddy on the floor for a few seconds and with his hand he touched his cheek, Freddy was looking at him with panic and his mouth was bloodied.

Blight's breathing felt incredibly close and the liquids from his deformed mouth fell on his clothes, slowly dampening them. He was inspecting this new survivor, trying to remember his eyes, his features... His screams and his presence. Blight felt that this survivor was different from the others, he smelled blood and something dark. He wasn't a normal survivor, he didn't have that warm humanity they all had, nor that calm presence like the others... Something very curious for his spirit thirsty for research.

A deep, watery voice came out of his misshapen mouth, like someone trying to speak underwater.

-You...You are not a survivor...You have killed and tortured like us.... You smell of blood and demons....Who are you?

Freddy didn't want to answer that question, the survivors were forbidden to talk to the killers and vicevera, but one question made him so surprised that he couldn't help but do so.

-Your eyes...Your skin...The shape of your face...Your small stature and that smell...Are you Nightmare?" Light slowly unzipped Freddy's dark jacket with his fingers, revealing his famous striped sweater. But unlike the one he always wears during rituals, this one was untouched.

-How... Do you know? -Freddy asked in a stutter. Blight had only seen him on very rare occasions, he also liked his power but they had never interacted.

-How did you... Blight asked staring at him, Freddy swallowed his breath and didn't really know how to answer that question.

-The Entity punished me.... It made me a survivor

-Mmm... You must not disobey the majesty. The Entity had never turned someone into a human before.... Do you have the ability to transform yourself into the dream world.

Freddy nodded his head shakily. The last thing he wanted was for someone else to be interested in his power, he had more than enough with the Doctor.

Blight stroked his neck and bloody chest, he felt like a normal survivor and it made him remember something...Something he was missing but didn't know how to get it before. That made him excited enough to pick Freddy up and put him on his shoulders.

-Come with me, do not struggle....

-Where are you taking me?" Freddy asked, looking at Talbot's misshapen hump.

-I need you Nightmare... -That was the last thing Blight said and they walked all over the map until a deep sound started to be heard, it was the hatch. Blight let go of Freddy's body and set it aside to his enormous confusion.

Freddy looks at Talbot in surprise

-Why are you helping me?

-Because you'll owe me one," Blight replied, approaching his bloodied body and sniffing Freddy's neck, who still didn't fully understand what was going on.

-Go Freddy, I'll let you go this time....

-I don't want to owe you anything...

-Do it, you and I could do great things... But I need you alive and on our side...Run away.

-But the Entity will punish you for this....

-This is worth it, go... When you come back to our side look for me.

Freddy closed his eyes. He had no reason to refuse the offer and Blight wasn't going to hang up on him either, so he dove into the trap door and everything went dark.  

The Entity appeared behind Blight

-Talbot, what have you done? Are you aware that you will be punished for breaking two rules?

-Yes," Talbot replied, dropping his cane.

Paws pierced his transformed body but that didn't matter to him. Freddy was the key to a valuable research he was doing in secret and he knew it would work, he was going to wait for him.

The second ritual was again with Wraith, but it was also different. This time he found him and was completely ready to apply the ''Memento Mori'' when he saw his face up close. A piercing and nervous look was watching him bloody on the ground and in the background ready to receive his death, that look Philip this time was able to recognize it and lowered his weapon. He fell to his knees and thick tears began to fall from his dark cheeks.

He recognized Freddy, that look, that physique was exactly the same he saw in his dreams and it did not take him much work to realize that the Entity had punished him, punished him because of his fault... Because of his weakness.

-Freddy... Forgive me, it's my fault...

A smile appeared on his full, human lips.

-It doesn't matter... I don't regret this, kill me.

Philip was not able to do it, he was not able to kill with his hands the only person who was there for him at his worst and he even wanted to let him go, but Freddy pointed his finger at the nearest hook and slowly nodded his head. He knew that the Entity was going to torture him if he let him go and that he wouldn't be able to kill him either, so his only option was to hang him.

Philip trembling takes his little body and without any struggle, he hangs him on the hook and ends up dying by the third hanging. Philip covers his face and his crying did not end, in the last seconds Freddy listened to Philip asking for forgiveness for this...Again a person he appreciated was gone, just like in his childhood. The Entity took his body and leaned on Wraith.

-He knew the risks Wraith. You can't be sorry for him, do the rituals or I will show you no mercy.

Philip, heartbroken and soulbroken, finishes his daily rituals.

The last ritual, it was against their greatest enemy, the Doctor. It wasn't long before a powerful electrical discharge ran through the floor into their bodies causing everyone to scream madly. Herman could recognize all but one of the screams. But...He felt he had heard it before, not from the survivors but somewhere else leaving him slightly pensive. He found the new survivor and electrocuted him just enough to raise his insanity to the max. Freddy was feeling painful twinges in his head and had involuntary screams, those screams were creating even more doubt in the Doctor's mind as to where he had heard them before. They were enormously familiar and he didn't know from where.

Because of this, he had clearly lost his concentration and had only managed to eliminate one. But his surprise was enormous when he was able to knock down that survivor at the beginning of the collapse and with a heart-rending scream he fell to the ground. A beautiful scream to his ears, which that sound still sounded similar to him, but he could not remember from where. Freddy felt this blow even stronger and due to the memories of the torture suffered, his eyes began to cry. The Doctor looked at his body and slowly looked into his eyes with those luminous red eyes wanting to see that anguished look before he fell into the hooks, but when he stared at him... He stopped momentarily. That look of panic he had seen before and that physique too, so he bends down to touch his cheek, stroke his lush hair, lightly his lips which felt soft and slowly comes closer to smell his clean white neck.

-You... I understand now... I understand why you didn't show up for your treatment. My little Freddy, I know it's you.... Even though you look different from the pictures you had in your black box, you look so good now. You smell so different...So human and delightful.

Freddy didn't expect him to recognize him so quickly, had he so little changed to his younger ''self''? he began to breathe rapidly, throwing warm, painful gasps in the Doctor's face and fear coursed through his body like never before.

-Hold me now....-Freddy answered, looking at him with repulsion at having him so close.

-So if that's you... You look amazing as a survivor.

The Doctor caressed his neck and abdomen...He felt his sweat, his soft body and his warm blood in his fingertips. He was no longer a thin, cold thing when he was an assassin without powers...He was being warm like a normal human, it had been a long time since he had felt that human warmth. He wished to find out much more.

After that, the Doctor completely unzipped his jacket, revealing again his striped sweater in excellent condition.

-What are you doing? Hang me up please!," Freddy asked with a pleading tone.

The Doctor grabbed him tightly by his collar and that pleading look melted into horror. A warm Smile appeared on his thick lips.

-You're still my patient, Frederick... You're coming with me.

-The Entity will take me when the time is up....

Herman sees that another survivor is approaching them, so he signals

-Please help me!!," Freddy shouted to the survivors, "You can blind him with your flashlight!!!

-Go away," said the Doctor, "I am not interested in pursuing you.

The survivors looked at Freddy who was on the floor and the Doctor on top of him, Freddy was looking with tearful and desperate eyes...Begging for help but none of the survivors helped him. They all went out the door and that made him finally break...His look showed his brokenness and a happy smile appeared on Herman's face.

-I see that they don't give a damn about you, huh? That's very sad. At least I could take good care of you

-Let the Entity take me away!

-Believe me, the Entity won't mind if you stay with me, my dear," replied the Doctor, grabbing him with his strong, muscular arms covered with wires and burns. Freddy tried to struggle and the Doctor really felt he had more strength, but he was still as light as ever.

-It is no use struggling, dear Freddy," answered the Doctor and they walked together to the Institute. The collapse time reached zero and the worst had happened: The Entity did not take him and tears of frustration began to run down his face.

-Don't cry... We'll be fine, both of us, and as you can see, the Entity agrees.

Freddy's struggling stops. He realized that nowhere was safe and no one really wanted him.

Only the Doctor would be there for him but in the worst possible way.

• Drawing made by @Darksowrd_

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 XII PUNISHMENT: PART TWO

1st day at the Institute

As Freddy was being tightly held by the Doctor's muscular arms, uneasiness flooded his head. He wasn't willing to be locked up for five days with the worst person of all, so he had to come up with a plan to escape even though those odds were next to nil. He didn't understand how, but it was as if that son of a bitch could be everywhere and he always felt his horrible presence wherever he went, even inside the dream world. The Institute was huge and at least if he had the survivor skills he would be much more agile than him so he would try to evade it any way he could to escape. But Herman was not an idiot, he knew each and every one of his patient's intentions so he would take all those escape thoughts from him one by one and make him his new pet that he could play with as much as he wanted until he got bored.

Freddy felt an enormous pain in his side. He had forgotten that Herman had hurt him fiercely with his treatment cane and with every movement, he was staining the Doctor's white coat. Herman felt his shoulder moistened by this making part of him thrill. Feeling his warm blood coursing through his body made him enter uncontrollable urges to examine and torture him like he did the prisoners while working at the CIA. Sure, it was all for science of course but really that freedom to do whatever he wanted definitely affected his insanity to the point that nothing he did to them was enough.

Now she was in another world and met Killers with enormous powers and abilities, but Nightmare was her favorite of them all. With a unique and incomprehensible power he had an enormous desire for him and seeing him totally changed, with his skin without blisters, with hair and piercing blue eyes in good condition made him generate too many questions which he longed to answer himself.

''What if I pull out his fingernails and toenails?'' ''What if I pull out his teeth?'' ''Will he heal from that like a murderer or will he be left with wounds like a normal person?'' Herman knew Freddy was not going to be a docile patient, so he had planned the use of his treatment stick if he refused to cooperate.

Arriving at the Institute, Herman walks to a large stretcher in one of the rooms and leaves Freddy lying on one of them. Freddy tries to get up to escape but the Doctor stops him with both hands.

-Let go of me, you son of a bitch," Freddy shouted as he ferociously threw punches and kicks, like a cat going to the vet to be de-wormed.

-Oh, come on Freddy... It is not advisable to exert yourself so much, you are wounded and it is my duty to check your wound," answered the Doctor while holding both of Freddy's arms tightly.

-Let me go! I don't have my powers anymore! Freddy was trying to kick him but each kick became even more painful because of the wound and he started to complain about it.

-I know you don't have your powers and therefore I must check your wound, don't you think so," Herman asked while trying to lift the bloody sweater. While he was doing this, Freddy took advantage of that second of off guard and managed to kick the Doctor in his face but he didn't flinch from it. He stared at Freddy and in his eyes was a defiant hatred...A hatred that somehow thrilled him and he found fascinating.

Freddy tries to get up from the stretcher but this time Herman means business.

-Did you dare to kick my face? You really are a difficult patient, how much longer can you fight like that?

-I won't let you do anything to me," Freddy shouts angrily and uncontrollably at Herman. Fear and adrenaline took over his body and he would do anything to escape from the Doctor's body, who was much stronger.

-Mmm, what a bad start, dear Freddy," replied the Doctor and strokes the side of his gown. Slowly he takes out his treatment cane

Freddy seeing his cane caused him so much dread that he could no longer struggle. He was fully aware of how painful the thing was and the enormous force the Doctor used in striking with it.

-Don't...Don't hurt me...-Freddy begged as his body froze in panic. Herman gave him a mischievous grin.

A blow to the side of the forehead was enough to make Freddy bleed and try to protect himself with his hands. Herman had to control his strength enormously as he could ''kill'' him and that was the last thing he wanted.

Herman was about to throw another punch but stopped himself. Freddy positioned himself on his side and was shaking with fear, holding his head so he realized it was enough.

-Are you calmer now, or do you want another hit," Herman asked, stroking his treatment stick.

-No... I beg you, Doctor, don't do it.

-So... Will you let me check you out?

Freddy looked at him, he could see the excitement and madness in his eyes...He knew he could perfectly well use him as a punching bag and he wouldn't be able to do anything against him. Slowly nodding his head

-Much better, that's more like it," Herman smiled and stowed the cane in his belt. He positioned Freddy properly and slowly lifted his bloody sweater. Freddy made annoyed grunts and pressed his lips together, he didn't want the Doctor to touch him again.

Herman took the opportunity to get a better look at Freddy's body, which had changed enormously. He was still lean and bony but his skin was much smoother and he was more muscular, even showing slight abs. He was no longer a skinny, wimpy thing like his physique in his downsizing moments. If Herman gave him an age to the eye, he estimated him to be around 35 since he didn't have as many wrinkles as in the photos with the kids. He looked Freddy straight in the eye, who reflected a look mixed between pain and discomfort. Doctor thought that physically he looked incredibly meek, in fact he didn't see him capable of harming even a fly and if he didn't know his demonic, pedophile and perverse side he wouldn't believe him a murderer or at least, someone with such a twisted mind. Surely because of those appearances no one suspected him Who would suspect an attractive gardener with no apparent vices? He only looked like someone who ''loved'' children but of the wholesome love, not the love Freddy kept inside him. Pale white skin and a bit of body hair covered his chest. His warm body felt human and that smell...that smell of humanity wafting from him entered his nostrils and caused his body to spasm slightly. He checked the wound and while it wasn't life threatening, it was deep. It needed stitches so just in case, he strapped Freddy down on the hand stretcher so he wouldn't escape. Freddy strangely obediently let his hands be tied...No doubt the blow he received was so strong that he didn't want Herman to hit him again.

-You're cooperating and I love that," Herman smiles brightly. Then he walks over to a strange old chest of drawers and takes out a syringe and a strange vial which Freddy didn't know exactly what it was. As he looked at it, he began to despair and fidget abruptly.

-What is that? .... -Freddy asks nervously.

-This? It's a painkiller. You'll need stitches and I have to stitch up your skin. Or do you want me to do it without anesthesia? I could do it after the blow you gave me... Feeling the threads and the needle going through your skin can be quite exciting, can't it? My body is full of sutures- Herman smiled and filled the syringe with the clear liquid but set it aside. Prepare the other suturing devices.

-Please... Don't stitch me up without painkillers, I beg you," Freddy begged in a trembling voice. He had never been sutured before and he didn't really believe that this was something that didn't hurt. Herman stares at him and bites his lips, hearing that tone of voice always seemed like a beautiful melody and the fact that the tone of voice had changed to a softer one seemed even better.

He no longer had a hoarse or demonic voice, nor as if he had coal in his throat... But rather it was relatively soft and harmonious, which only reflected a certain docility in him. He looked like someone so meek that if he had told her before he knew her secrets ''I was innocent when they burned me'' she would have believed him.

The Doctor lets out a derisive laugh.

-Oh man, are you such a coward? A stitch hurts almost nothing, maybe that's what you deserve for not cooperating sooner.

-Freddy was looking at the syringe with a glare which was begging for the painkiller before suturing, like a dog staring at its food bowl anxious for some food.

The Doctor smiled. Seeing Freddy's hands tied reminded him of the beautiful moment he experienced with him, where for eight hours he could be totally free and do whatever he wanted as he pleased. Just for that nice memory, he would be merciful to him.

-Well, just so you don't think I'm an inconsiderate man, just this once I'll accept your pleas as you look too adorable in your position. But believe me this will not be for free dear Freddy...What can you offer me?

The Doctor sticks the syringe into Freddy's body. While he did not fall asleep, he could feel his abdomen slowly fall asleep and disinfects the wound before proceeding. His counterpart felt the prick of the needle and moved slightly, felt the liquid enter his body and watched the Doctor's huge hands with a certain gentleness take the surgical instruments.

How talented could he have been if insanity had not affected his mind? He didn't watch for long, but he could see quick, nimble movements of his fingers moving the needle and pulling his skin together. Herman would have been an exceptional real doctor if his insane ambition had not affected his life completely. He would have made many good advances and helped humanity in a good way, not being a puppet of the CIA which got out of hand slaughtering everything in its path. Even so, tears fell from the cheeks of Nightmare who did not want to spend five days locked up with him and even worse that the Entity had allowed it. Why did it allow all this to him? What the hell was so special about him to give him so many benefits? He was not the strongest Killer, nor the most powerful... He was just a doctor with an enormous thirst for torture and curiosity.

Herman finished suturing the wound and applied a bandage to cover it. Freddy's body felt like that of a totally healthy person compared to his burned and powerless appearance. She couldn't help but look at him and with her fingers touch his neck to feel his pulse, which was normal. He had a normal heartbeat and stopped having the irregular breathing he had with the burns as if his body didn't know how to do it. All this seemed to him to be worth remembering and admiring...He was the first Killer to become a survivor and obviously he was the first one to check this particular case. Besides the question Why did the Entity rejuvenate him when he was almost fifty years old when he died? In fact Freddy was a couple of years older than Herman and in both of them that age was noticeable. Apparently the Doctor had a great set of questions for Freddy and he had to cooperate with him.

-Your wound is sutured, dear Freddy," Herman smiled, taking off the gloves he was wearing, "You won't be able to move much, so you mustn't make any sudden movements, and I'll make sure you follow my orders.

-Why did you do it?...You could have hurt me...Wouldn't you have enjoyed it more?

Herman smiles mischievously, that question was not so silly as Freddy knew that the Doctor was fascinated by the suffering of his patients.

-Oh... Do you think I am so cruel as to leave you hurt here? Of course not, I take care of my patients very well and I will happily take care of you.

The Doctor strokes his luxuriant hair with his rough hands full of superficial burns and Freddy tries to move away as he did not want to be touched by him.

-Oh... I see you don't want me to touch you now, huh?

-Please Doctor... Let me go," Freddy asked, increasing his breathing. Sweat was running down his face, a nervous sweat which rolled like drops to the stretcher where he was still strapped down. Herman could feel his human warmth just by looking at him. .... What would the other thing feel like?

-Unfortunately, my dear Freddy... I can't do it. Why do you want to leave? You are aware that you are not wanted anywhere, aren't you?

-I..." Freddy gave a long sigh at the Doctor's actual words. He knew he was not wanted on either side, but being with him was far worse, no doubt.

-Being with them is better than here

Herman arched an eyebrow and finally laughed derisively.

-Is it really better for you to be shunned and looked down upon by everyone than to be here? How pathetic must your past life have been to accept that crap? Surely you were always a poor social misfit.

-Anywhere is better than being next to a sick man like you," Freddy, although there were tears at the corners of his eyes, looked at him in a defiant manner. Something very daring so Herman abruptly grabs him by the collar.

-You are very bold Freddy. You need to remember your situation at this moment, which I can happily remind you of.

-Leave me the hell alone," Freddy shouted as the Doctor began to choke him. Freddy, in a desperate moment, spits in his face and obviously, Herman is as upset as ever. He wipes his face with a handkerchief and the color of his eyes changed to ones that clearly showed a huge fury and this made Freddy totally regret what he did.

-I don't think one blow wasn't enough....

-No! Please! I didn't mean to do it! .... Freddy pleaded for him to stop as he watched the Doctor's hands go down to his side. The Doctor again pulls his treatment stick out of his belt and hits him right where he had the wound. The blow was so hard that Freddy felt like he was losing his breath and couldn't breathe, a painful yelp came out of his mouth and his eyes watered painfully.

The Doctor was definitely not someone you should piss off. Another blow to his face was enough to make Freddy fall unconscious and his nose and mouth bleed profusely.

Herman kept the treatment stick in his belt and took his heart rate with the slight fear that he used too much force, but he was alive. A sigh of relief leaves his mouth and he moves his body with the stretcher to a more ''private'' room. A small and totally dark room where there was only a little light thanks to a small window which was in the highest area and no one could escape from it. She removed the restraints from his hands and stared at him as she closes the door and walks to her office to write down in the Nightmare folder. She opens the folder and continues with the notations:

 Name: Frederick Krueger

Age (Approximate) 48 years old

Height: (Approximate) 1.65 to 1.66cms tall

Weight: (Approximate) 50 to 55 kgs with reduced powers, 60 to 65kg if taken from the dream world.

-She has undergone complete physical changes, her body age has changed as well as her physical build. White skin, straight light brown hair, thin face and blue eyes which look completely healthy.

Ability: Demon of dreams, he can enter everyone's dreams and know their feelings inside them. It is not possible to see him outside of it and you can call him inside the dreams. He has no limitations within the dream world (not yet confirmed) he does not feel any kind of need for food, sleep, emotions or feelings. It does not feel cold or pain, it cannot be hurt (not yet confirmed).

-Changes have been detected in her physique which are based on a transformation. She probably has the ability to change her body at will inside her, as well as the Entity may have given her this ability (to be confirmed).

-Outside of dreams he has average physical strength, but he has a lot of agility, hearing and considerably fast speed. He does not possess fighting skills.

Days of reduction: 2, in which he loses almost all of his power, becoming almost human with the preservation of burns.

Regeneration: Very fast, the fastest seen so far without any use of drugs or potions.

-Bone regeneration upon fracture: 48 seconds

-Wound regeneration when cutting: 20 seconds or less depending on the depth of the wound.

-Regeneration after the loss of a limb: 3 minutes.

Psychological profile: Anger issues and possibly abandonment issues. Primary anxious-resistant pedophilic disorder, self-esteem problems and easy manipulation. Reserved and quiet character outside of anger issues. He is more of an observer than a participant given his ability. Psychological changes are observed after the transformation: Nervousness is distinguished along with a more defiant character, his behavior will be analyzed during his stay at the Lerry Memorial Institute.

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At that moment the Entity appeared from the ceiling and with one of its legs caressed his gadget-covered head and stood face to face looking into the Doctor's luminous eyes. Herman knew that his visit was not entirely friendly so he was prepared for his speech.

-You've gone too far this time, Doctor," -begins the Entity, which moved the folder the Doctor was writing down.

Herman frowns and bites his lower lip.

-I'm sorry majesty, I got very upset and lost control of my actions.

-I have rules for a reason. I avoid problems between you and you've broken two of them in one day...That's not worthy of you.

-I know, Majesty, I promise it won't happen again....

-You have been warned, Doctor. You are forbidden physical torture against Nightmare for what you have done. One more blow towards him and I will not only take him away, but I will punish you for the same days as him in the hottest possible area. So please remember your position.

Herman gave a huge sigh at this huge imposed rule. He was really pissed at both the Entity and himself for not being able to do what he wanted...Again. He remembered when he had to play the role of a ''bad teacher'' in a crappy investigation in an abandoned farm. Full of rules which were even counterproductive...At least he had a lot of time of freedom which was getting harder and harder to fill and now he was serving his punishment with a being more powerful than he had ever seen.

-I swear...My patient will come to no harm under my care," the Doctor finished speaking as a sudden evil grin appeared on his face. While he could not harm her physically, he could enjoy it in another way and he had many ways to do it...Especially with someone as mentally unstable as Freddy was. Besides he had too many questions inside him and he had to continue with the treatment, but this time it would be five days in which he could find out a lot more.

-I hope so, Doctor. I will show you no mercy if you disrespect me.-" The Entity finished speaking and disappeared from the office. Herman finished writing in the folder, put it on his desk with the other folders he had of the other killers and went back to the room where Freddy was unconscious.

Freddy awoke and saw that everything was totally dark. He slowly got up from the stretcher and a huge twinge appeared in his head along with a dizziness due to the force of the blow he received. His side ached and it was difficult to breathe. As best he could he walked around the darkened room looking for a way out, but there was none and this made him terribly anxious. He tried to open the door but it was locked from the outside, so the only thing he could do was to remain seated on the stretcher, not knowing what to do at that moment. He looked around the room and it was absolutely empty, only the stretcher and a cold ceramic floor in poor condition that caused a sepulchral cold. He was thankful that he was with clothes on and not a hospital gown like the other times but he didn't have to think about it and make the Doctor remember, he was capable of leaving him without his clothes.

In addition, the room also had no bathroom. That made Freddy even more worried because although in the dream world he has no such desire, he was now a normal human so those human needs were present. Food was another one of them...would he give him food? Would he let him go to the bathroom? Probably that could be some of the tortures he could give her and a current of panic ran down the back of her neck. He hadn't thought about those possibilities and the urge to escape ran high. He also didn't understand the Entity for leaving him in this place when it was up to him to perform the rituals, it was humiliating...Maybe he also enjoyed his fear and suffering. The other thing that made him even more anxious was the almost total darkness of the place. He didn't know if it was day or night, he didn't have a count of hours, he didn't know how much time really passed but for Freddy it was an eternity. The sepulchral silence of the place did not help him either.

While in the dream world he couldn't distinguish either, at least he was a silent spectator. He could see landscapes, the other killers doing something, he could summon something like imaginary flowers and water them while humming the lullabies he sang to the younger children at naptime. In her lapses of reduction, she would settle for the sound of the kettles, the warmth, the candlelighting and lastly, playing with some toy or ''having fun'' looking at pictures of her former children. But here he had nothing, nothing to see, nothing to distract himself with or nothing he could think about...Only the darkness and silence accompanied him.

A short time later, a rusty metallic sound is heard at the door and this causes Freddy to have a sudden start. The heavy handle turns and the door opens revealing a grayish light so Freddy assumes it is still daylight or so he thought. The Doctor appears with his luminous eyes and to Freddy's surprise, he didn't have his gadgets on but he had his hospital gown covered in blood and that gave even more of a bad feeling. The Doctor's presence was frightening and the fact that he wasn't wearing those hooks didn't really help. Freddy looks at him nervously and a light sweat began to bead on his sore forehead from the blow. Herman looks at Freddy who was sitting on the gurney cornered like a punished person and a beaming smile came off his face.

-Oh, Mr. Frederick, I see you have awakened... I am very sorry for the hard blow I gave you a few hours ago.

Freddy folded his arms with that statement Was he unconscious for hours or was the Doctor lying to him? Was the blow that hard? It was no wonder, Herman apart from being fucking big, was also physically very strong.

-What more do you want from my Doctor?...I...I have no powers or strength in this state- This question Freddy asks shakily and timidly, a poor attempt to get the Doctor to take pity on him.

-You're joking? Of course it's still useful, dear Freddy! I have many questions to ask you," replies the Doctor, strangely cordial and friendly. The tension in the room was as sharp as a knife and seeing the Doctor physically so imposing caused him to panic even more.

-You are the first killer to go to the survivor side and not only that, you also shape-shifted to a younger you than in your beloved photographs.

-I... I didn't want this, I didn't want the Entity to turn me human either," Freddy answered, ducking his head. Herman sits down next to him and takes his chin to make him look up.

-Look at me

Freddy slowly looked Herman in the eyes. Blue eyes and clearly attractive for someone who in his past life his eyes were dark. Not that he didn't know white people and colored eyes, but the nervous look mixed with terror that Freddy had gave him a feeling that was hard to describe. His brain sent an electric current (in the metaphorical sense) through his body.

-The Entity does not punish for nothing and you know that, don't you? What did you do?

-I can't tell you... I don't want to get in trouble again," Freddy answers in a clear stutter. He thought that giving this answer was the worst decision he has ever made.

-Oh? That means you've broken one of your rules, doesn't it?

Freddy nodded his head. His shortness of breath increased in volume and Herman felt the warmth of it on his chin.

-Why have you become human and like a survivor?

-I don't know...

The Doctor takes his neck with a light squeeze causing Freddy to swallow saliva and his heart rate to increase again. Herman checks his neck carefully and despite the darkness of the room, he notices that his neck was marked with marks from the choke he gave him before he hit him.

-You're lying to me... You know you can't lie to your family doctor, don't you?

-I swear Doctor, please don't hurt me..." Freddy's voice was sharp with fear and Herman looked at him with a grim smile, the darkness of his presence pervading the room like another spectral being embracing his body with an unbearable warmth.

-You know perfectly well why he has turned you into one of them, you just don't want to recognize the real reason why he transformed you into one, why is that?

A sigh came out of Freddy's mouth. He knew he couldn't hide things from the Doctor, it was as if he read his thoughts and his eyes like an open book.  

-I interrupted another killer's nightmare..." Freddy replied, ducking his head slightly.

-Oh? Can you interrupt Nightmares?

-Yes, but that rule is the most important one I have...I am forbidden to interrupt or end other people's nightmares.

-Really? Was it so important that you wanted to break your most important rule?

-I... I think so.

The Doctor with his thumb stroked his unburned cheek, feeling the warm, soft skin on his unresponsive fingers. A fixed, psychopathic look came from his face as wounded and burned as Freddy's. One killer helping another just for ''good heart''? It was strange. Herman never got involved with others if it wasn't to get something in return or for fun. He had never done anything for someone without motives, he cared for Freddy purely because he was his patient and deep down he might feel something for him but manipulation and cruelty were greater than good feelings. For that reason he was catalogued as one of the most cruel and sadistic killers of the kingdom of the fog.

-Let me guess... Was it Philip you helped?

Freddy looks at him surprised and puzzled that he knew it had been him and Herman notices, his look changes to one of happy satisfaction and mischief that he had hit the target.

-How did you...?

-He's the only one who can stand you and you don't disgust him, Frederick. Well, he's like that with everyone so you're not special.

-You don't know anything... You don't know the friendship I have with him," Freddy answered with the same defiant look as before but more insecure. Herman let out a derisive laugh.

-My God! HAHAHA. do you really think Philip likes you or some shit like that? he was just using you as a consolation since he was upset with Trapper!

-He's not like that and even someone like you would be able to tell.

-Really? I think you went against him when you did the rituals... Did he let you go by any chance? Or did he prefer to kill you rather than be punished by the Entity?

-He did it because I asked him to....

-No, you know perfectly well that he did it because he preferred his welfare and not yours. Do you think that if he really loved you he would have been capable of sacrificing you for the Entity to devour you? Do you think he would sacrifice Trapper? Do you think that if he had to choose between Trapper and you he would choose you?

Those words Freddy felt them like a strong belt blow to his back. He had no answer for it as deep down he knew that Philip felt nothing for him other than ''friendship''. There wasn't even a desire to fuck on either side but Freddy deep down would have wanted something a little more intimate than that friendship. Herman was right: Philip was just looking for a comfort and he, being lonely too, took advantage of even a little of that comfort to feel close to someone after many years. A few sighs and a look of melancholy flooded his pale features, the Doctor had once again hit the nail on the head and made Freddy feel even more helpless.

-Why did you let the others go if you know that the Entity will punish you in one way or another? Why did you bring me here?

-Because you missed my session and because unlike Philip I am interested in you, you are my patient after all, aren't you?

-You're a sick fuck, Herman. That's how far you're capable of going for your foul ''treatment''? Challenging the Entity?

-Oh, don't be so rude, little Freddy. We still have a lot to analyze and we have all the time in the world for it...And answering your question, obviously it's worth it Who else will do these things for you besides me? Assume I'm the only person who shows a little interest in you, maybe it's simpler the other way around.

-I swear I'd rather be sacrificed by others than be with you," Freddy shouted with a slight sob and trying to push the Doctor away, but the Doctor didn't move from the spot nor did he react to Freddy's sudden tantrum which resembled that of a child at the supermarket checkout.

The Doctor hugged him tightly. He wrapped both arms around his thin body so tightly that Freddy could not move properly and was beginning to lose his breath. While he still felt the Doctor's body very hot, it was not as torturous as when his skin was burned. An electric current ran through his body and because of his wool sweater shivered up and down his spine. He let his body again lay on the stretcher but this time he would not only tie his hands, he would tie him completely to prevent any kind of mobilization. All the punches and kicks Freddy gave were useless against someone much stronger than him.

-What are you going to do to me? Are you going to torture me?" Freddy asked in a shaky, sharply frightened voice. Herman tied him tightly and made it impossible for Freddy to move more than his neck. He stares at his appearance being totally immobilized and made a pleasurable shiver run through his chest, he could even feel his cock slowly spasming slightly inside his smart pants but he was going to restrain himself, it was not yet the time for ''that'' step and the Doctor would make sure it was an ideal moment for both of them.

-No, I know I won't need to do it little Freddy. I want you to realize once and for all that no one loves you and no one will ever help you.

-What will you do to me? Please let me go... I promise I won't escape from here but please don't tie me up...

Herman smiles. Seeing him so scared brought back beautiful memories, oh...The investigation, beautiful investigation he was able to do with the Entity's permission. The best night of the countless years he'd been in that shitty hellhole. Remembering it his brain was asking for more, asking for more tests, more punishments and more experiments...After all he would come alive again, wouldn't he? Who really cared about Freddy? Only the Doctor but not in a really good way. Just a few strokes, choke him and then let him breathe like in the old punishments...But he couldn't do it. The Entity would punish him horribly and their punishments weren't very pleasant. It would probably leave him split in half in the middle of some desert and little by little his electricity would go out of control because of it.

-Come on, I didn't tie you so tight, dear... Don't you like it?

Freddy remembered not only when Herman tortured him a long time ago, but he remembered the few memories he had when he was in the hospital without any kind of movement, a total silence...Only the silence of the machines connected to his emaciated body covered with bandages which tried to take care of his wet skin, full of pus and infections. All those memories flooded his mind and the last thing he wanted was to go back to that time.

-Oh, I see that he doesn't seem to like it but because of something specific, mmm... We'll see about that later, what do you think?

Freddy did not respond. He was swallowing saliva constantly and his body was trembling along with all the vague memories that entered his mind, those memories he did not want to feel again. He moistened his lips constantly and even his teeth were grinding a little from the nervousness he had at this position.

At that moment, without knowing how, a raven appeared. The Doctor was going to have a ritual so he had to attend it and a smile formed on his face.

-Oh, I see I have been called to a ritual... Very well, I will have to leave you alone Mr. Frederick but I won't be gone for long, although I don't think you can leave hehe- the Doctor's sarcastic tone caused Freddy enormous annoyance but he wasn't able to say anything to him.

The Doctor leaves the room, but this time, he leaves the door unlocked, as he knew Freddy would not be able to escape. Freddy, due to the restraints and the position he was lying in, could not see this.

Silence returned to the room and that plunged Freddy even more into anxiety and despair. The fact of not seeing anything and being without movement made him desperate, so much so that he moved his fingers and toes involuntarily and bit his lips.

After a few minutes, he heard a sound similar to thunder and many continuous screams. A demented laughter ended that orchestra. Freddy paid attention to that sound and it paralyzed him. A ritual in the institute? Was he being part of it? But it was strange, that shock therapy did not make him feel anything. Was the room proof against electric shocks or could Herman control his energy so much that it could affect some and not the others?

It certainly made sense, it was his own energy so he could perfectly well do that as he could do extraordinary things in the dream world.

So... Could the survivors hear him? If he screamed, could they hear him? If so, maybe he could still escape from that horrible place if one of the other survivors helped him. Would they be so cruel as to leave him tied up on a stretcher with a psychopath?....

Freddy tried to sharpen his hearing and began to hear footsteps near the door along with other sounds of screaming. That moment was now and never so Freddy tried to scream with all his might

-Help me! Please, someone help me!

Freddy started coughing. His throat was sore from the strangulation he received from the Doctor, but he couldn't stop screaming, it was the only option he had.

-Help! Somebody help me...!

Footsteps are heard just behind the door, soft footsteps by those who were not the Doctor's.

-Help me, I beg you!

You could hear the heavy rusty handle moving slowly, you could feel the fear of the user behind that door. The door was not locked, so it slowly began to open to the top and a survivor entered the dark room. Freddy cannot observe well because of his position

-Whoever came in, please help me," Freddy begged as he desperately moved his body tied to the stretcher as a sign for help. The leather belt-like restraints rattled furiously and the tighter he moved, the tighter they tightened.

The survivor slowly walked over and saw who was desperately calling for help. He noticed it was Freddy Survivor and froze staring at the scene.

-Freddy?" the survivor asked, clearly surprised to see him that way.

-Yes... Please, I beg you, get me out of that place." Freddy's voice was quick and desperate, like that of a prisoner wanting to escape.

-Why are you tied up?" asks the survivor who comes closer to look at the ties in a sane manner.

-The Doctor is holding me captive... Please... I beg you, don't leave me with him. I'll do anything, I swear to you.

The survivor swallowed hard. He was too hesitant to help him or not, plus he was in the middle of a ritual and also vulnerable to the Doctor's blows.

At that moment, the other 3 survivors fell and the only option was to leave through the trap door. The survivor remained motionless hesitating whether to help him escape or not, Freddy really did not deserve to be helped for what he did but he was not a bastard to be left in that state next to a demented killer like the Doctor. Besides seeing Freddy's pleading and almost tearful look at least succumbed him a little. With his hands he touched one of the restraints and Freddy stopped moving to make his job easier, but the Doctor enters the room and stares at the two of them. A serious and penetrating voice comes out of his mouth, it wasn't the typical watery and strange voice he had when he was stunned or blinded, this was that of a normal man.

-I wouldn't do it if I were you," said the Doctor, standing next to the survivor.

The survivor was terrified. He could feel in his body the heavy thump of the treatment cane, but to his enormous surprise, the Doctor did not. Freddy felt as if his faint hope was thrown overboard.

-You're the only one left alive. You wouldn't be able to untie him even if you wanted to since I'm here. I know it's unusual for you to see someone tied up like that, but believe me he's my patient and he hasn't suffered any harm.

-Why...do you have him tied up?-" asks the survivor.

-Because he is in a treatment and has not been very cooperative-," replied the Doctor, strangely cordial.

-Now, I give you a choice. I'll let you untie it and I'll kill you on the meat hooks, or you leave it here and end up escaping since I'll let you go. What do you choose? It's your choice.

-But, if you kill me and I untie him, you'll still catch him, won't you?

-No, I will let him go, I swear on a man's word. I'm a killer but I'm not a liar," answered the Doctor with a serious but cordial voice, he really wasn't lying with this. It was all on the survivor

The survivor remains silent. The most torturous seconds for Freddy who felt them like a giant blade falling through his body, in his eyes he begged to be untied, he knew that dying on the hooks was painful, but... He begged for a little mercy despite what he did. Finally the survivor moves and is left staring into the eyes, which were bright and almost wet. The survivor lowers his head and painful words come out of his mouth.

-I'm sorry Freddy..." Was all the survivor finished saying and left the room leaving him tied up. Tears began to fall down the pale cheeks of Nightmare who did not believe what she was hearing.

-Go then," replied the Doctor and let him out to look for the hatch and closed the door. The last survivor escapes and a loud mocking laugh comes out of the Doctor's mouth.

-See? I told you no one cares about you. No one is going to sacrifice themselves, much less do anything for you. Have I made it clear to you this time? You'll be much better off here if you behave yourself and you'll lack for nothing, I assure you.

Tears and sobs kept pouring from Freddy's eyes and he couldn't believe they hated him enough to leave him tied up with a madman. Did he really deserve all this? He had already paid for his crimes by being burned alive and perhaps how long in an induced coma did he still deserve this torment?

-Oh, it is normal to cry when you are grieving, dear Freddy," said the Doctor and stroked his wet cheek.

-I...I...I want to...Wash my face please and go to the bathroom...-Freddy asked with a trickle of voice after having shed many tears. His nose had loosened even because of this and the Doctor stares at him. He was sincere in his request so he decided to untie him.

-Very well, my patient. I will untie you but I will accompany you as I don't want you to escape or anything to happen to you on the way" Herman finishes untying the restraints and helps him off the gurney so that they are facing each other. Freddy leaves the room behind Herman and slowly walks behind him, with his head down looking at the floor, he was watching to see if there was anything on the floor that could help him and the Doctor had not suspected that since he thought it was because he was in distress. They arrived at one of the bathrooms which had a sink and a mirror which was broken, some of its pieces were on the floor and Freddy watched them out of the corner of his eye. Herman stood to the side but didn't look at him as he wanted to at least give him privacy to pee.

-I see that as a survivor you do have these kinds of human needs, huh? Impressive, since I imagine that in the dream world you don't possess it, don't you?

-No...-Responded Freddy holding his tiny cock as the stream of urine fell down the toilet. When he finished, he slowly zipped up his pants and walked to the sink where he looked at himself in the mirror and finally caught a glimpse of his reflection. Indeed, it was a ''Me'' when he was 35 years old and the one he had shown Philip. She had forgotten what she looked like before she was burned, sharp but certainly delicate features along with blue eyes mixed with red due to the helpless cry she had had. Slowly he stroked his face and remembered that he hated having a beard, to him he looked much better without it so as best he could he shaved it off. He also liked his hair medium long, not overly long but at least they covered his ears and a bit of his neck, his hair was soft and lush. One of the few things he liked about himself was that. Herman knew he hadn't seen himself so he let him look at himself for a few minutes before returning to his pathetic, hideous burnt form. Herman would be lying if he said Freddy looked ugly to him, he was quite the opposite. Small, slim, white skin, blue eyes, straight but messy light brown hair that completed his peculiar attractiveness. His bony build but with a bit of musculature gave the clear perspective of someone very meek who would go unnoticed at a party. No doubt going from that man to a melted, skeletal thing with his horrible burns was poetic, as horrible as his sins but for some reason or other, the Doctor preferred him with burns. He liked the vulnerability and the pity it gave as that was what he liked. Being able to lift him up like a pillow for him opened up many possibilities in varied ways and the best was to make him suffer with his huge cock which felt fucking good inside him.

Freddy noticing the shards of glass on the floor, takes off his sweater and intentionally drops it on the floor with the excuse of wanting to see his bandaged torso. The Doctor believes him and Freddy washes his face with cold water which didn't feel bad at all compared to his burns, at that moment it would have been like cutting his skin with a razor and that was the only good thing he felt at that moment. He looks at his thin torso and the bandages carefully put on by the Doctor which were still bleeding a little, leaving a pink mark on the white bandages. Freddy finishes and as he picks up his sweater, he sneakily takes a piece of mirror and hides it while he puts his sweater back on. Herman seeing that Freddy had finished, decides it's time to go back to the living room.

-Very well, dear Freddy, it's time to go back to the room", smiles the Doctor who walks in front of him. Sweat was running down his body, fear was invading him but this time it was his only escape... He had to try to at least have time.

They reach the living room and Herman opens the door, at that moment is the only moment where he turns his back to Freddy, who quickly took the piece of mirror and tried to stab his neck. Herman as if he knew it was going to happen, when the piece of mirror was a millimeter away from his neck, he strongly stopped Freddy's hand, who did not expect this quick reaction. Herman with his huge body stops Freddy and corners him against a wall making him throw the mirror away. Freddy tries again to struggle with him and even bite him, but he feels a prick in his neck and from one second to the next, his body stopped moving but he was conscious. He almost fell to the ground like a sack if it wasn't for the Doctor holding him with his arms.

-What have you...?" Freddy tries to speak but he feels his body inert and little by little his vocal cords stop working.

-Oh, dear Freddy... You are as predictable as a little boy," replied the Doctor laughing and lifts his body off the stretcher. Freddy could not move any part of his body.

-You know, I was the one who broke that mirror and intentionally took you into that bathroom, as I was pretty sure you were going to take a piece of glass and stab me when I couldn't keep my eyes on you. You have been a very disobedient and stubborn patient to me, but... That can be fixed. I've injected you with a paralytic so you won't be able to move for a full day.

-Freddy would soon not even be able to focus his eyesight. It was as if he had fallen into a coma again, but this time he was conscious.

-I read minds, my dear. Not literally, unfortunately we don't have this technology, but...My years dealing with spies paid off and I can read looks, fears...Desires. I know your past and your fear of being tied up was because of your memories of being in a coma, am I wrong? How sad that must have been...Well, you will be a full day in that state and as your doctor I have to take care of you as an induced coma patient. That's great! Isn't it? I'll be able to do whatever I want with your body, that doesn't require torture at least.

-No...Please....-Tears fell again from Fredy's lost gaze as he tried to focus on Herman who was looking at him with sickly sweetness. Herman sweetly wiped away his tears and gave him a kiss on the cheek just to show him how tender he looked in his current state.

-Oh, that'll be fun. This is for trying to stab me, but I'm not spiteful and I'll treat you well regardless. What better prize could you get? I'm the best at taking care of people and I'll take good care of you," Herman winked sarcastically, making Freddy groan painfully.

-Oh, now I must retire as I have to do, but I will come later to analyze you, I will leave everything dark so that you can entertain yourself counting sheep or remembering your past, whichever is more comfortable for you.

The Doctor leaves the room and Freddy is left staring blankly at the ceiling as tears stream down his face.

This was only the first day with him.

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XIII PUNISHMENT: PART THREE

Freddy's 2nd day at the Institute

While Herman was in the office making notes in the folder of his new ''guest'', he decided to go to see him to check him properly given the amount of paralytic he injected into his body. He knew that the amount was enough to paralyze his body, but not enough to stop his organs as he calculated it based on his height and body weight. This paralyzing agent was made especially for him because if he used it on another killer, the result would be very different. With the bigger killers it wouldn't work and with the smaller ones it would collapse his internal organs, so he was very grateful to have succeeded when he left him immobile on the stretcher. He walked to the dark room and turned the handle rattling the rusty metal of it and slowly opened it so as not to let too much light into the room. He walked slowly to the patient's gurney and could see that Freddy's eyes were closed. Was he asleep? Was he conscious? The thought that he wasn't made her heart increase its beat and a current ran down the back of her neck. The last thing she wanted was for Freddy to be unconscious, she wanted to see his eyes misty and pleading in a superhuman effort to want to see him.

-Freddy, are you awake, dear?" asks Herman in a gentle, cordial tone, like a father gently awakening a young son.

Freddy did not react with those words, so Herman gently caressed his face and with two bruised fingers touched his neck near the jugular vein and took his pulse, his heart was working but his heartbeat was very low so he began to worry.

"There's no way I could have gotten the dosage wrong..." Thinks the doctor to himself and this time decides to wake him up a little more rudely, he moves his shoulder with a slight shake, this time like a father waking up his son who is late for school.

-Freddy, it's time to wake up.... Herman's voice was still soft, but a little firmer at the same time.

This time, slowly Freddy's cloudy blue eyes open up looking up at the dark ceiling unable to focus. The Doctor's heart was reassured by this, he was already thinking that he had made a mistake with the dosage and he would not have forgiven himself for it, it would have been a mistake the size of a ship and he would have felt like the most idiotic man in the world.

-Oh, good morning, dear Freddy, did you sleep well," Herman smiles warmly.

Freddy could move nothing but his eyes. He hardly looked to the side and barely focused on a huge man who was looking at him with his luminous eyes and white teeth smiling at him. He had really fallen asleep and was not able to calculate how long he slept, he only remembered that after crying tirelessly his eyes closed and his consciousness shut down. The terror of being unable to move and remembering absolutely everything he Doctor did to him invaded his mind again, Herman was able to notice a pleading gleam in those water-clear eyes, a gleam that really touched him.

-Well, I hope you slept well. I'm not here to hurt you, quite the contrary. I want to check that everything is all right, so I will examine you carefully, is that all right?

-Doc... -Freddy was making a great effort to speak but he was having a hard time doing it, his jaw was almost completely numb and he looked like a robot in bad shape trying to speak.

-Don't speak my patient, you may choke and that's not the idea. Now I will proceed to check him and well...I'm sure in your condition you will cooperate hehe- The Doctor found it twistedly funny that Freddy couldn't move, he looked like a mannequin with the difference that he was very warm, soft and squishy for a mannequin.

-Oh, but first things first dear Freddy, I'll be right back,"-

The Doctor smiled and left the wards for a few seconds. Freddy stared at the ceiling in a blur and in his mind he begged the Doctor not to hurt him or think of torturing him. Again the metallic sound of the door appeared in Freddy's still conscious ears and he barely managed to focus on the Doctor who had really cheerful movements, as if he was humming some song or so Freddy assimilated it, since it reminded him of when he happily watered flowers in the nursery. He managed to see something white in his hands, but he couldn't make out what it was.

The Doctor again slowly approached the white body of Nightmare lying inert on the stretcher and gently caressed her chest.

-All right Freddy, the first thing I should do is check your heart rate and your body temperature. What do you think?

-...N...-Freddy tries to speak, but it only sounded like a babble, like a baby learning to say its first words.

-I'm very sorry, I can't quite understand what you want to tell me so it's better if you don't talk. If you are in a lot of pain I will notice, don't worry.

Herman gently lifted his wool sweater revealing his white, bandaged torso. His skin was warm and soft, there was no comparison to the rough but pale skin he possessed when he had those horrible burns. Herman brought over a mercury thermometer and placed it under Freddy's armpit.

-All right, I'll take your temperature to see how much you have... I hope you don't have a fever. The most accurate is the rectal temperature, but for the moment I'll just use the axillary," Herman looked at him sweetly and three minutes later, he removed the thermometer and read the temperature; 37.8 degrees.

-You're a little feverish and the place isn't warm. I'll have to take a look at your wound and unwrap you a bit dear Freddy.

In the Doctor's eyes, you could tell he enjoyed this. Not only in a sadistic and sickly way, but he also actually presented a certain vocation with this as he didn't mind gently lifting Freddy's torso and removing his sweater with dried blood on it, doing it slowly but nimbly...Being very careful not to use too much force in removing his clothes. Freddy felt the cold of the room on his chest but there was no comparison to his burned skin. The cold invaded his skin but he only felt a great coolness, it was no longer like thousands of needles digging into his skin that caused uncontrollable shivering and involuntary chin twitching.

After that, Herman proceeded to reach down and with his big fingers unbuttoned Freddy's pants. A sigh was heard from his mouth, a melancholy sigh as he clearly did not want to be naked in front of the Doctor after all he had done to him.

-Oh... Come on Freddy, I won't hurt you and I won't touch more than I have to for now.... I saw a lot of naked patients and you are no exception- Herman smiled warmly. He gently pulled down his pants leaving him with only his underwear on and threw his clothes on the floor. Freddy was practically naked except for his boxers, socks and the bandages covering his waist. Freddy begged not to be tortured or raped.

-Perfect, I hope that for now your temperature will go down a little. Now I will listen to your heartbeat, you might feel a little cold- The Doctor takes a Stethoscope and places it in his ears. Freddy feels a sudden cold in his chest and Herman stops momentarily to listen to his internal organs thanks to this device. Although Freddy was paralyzed, he felt absolutely everything the Doctor did. He felt the metallic cold of the Stethoscope like an ice cube and if it wasn't for the paralyzed body he would have been startled by this. Herman hears the heartbeat, a soft heartbeat that did not compare to his burned body. Nightmare wasn't breathing properly, but because he didn't have the ability to breathe normally...He didn't have the ''autopilot'' that living things have to breathe. Was it because he didn't live in the waking world he didn't remember? It made sense since in the dream world he doubted he needed oxygen if he also didn't suffer hunger, thirst, sleep, pain or have bowel movements like a healthy living being. Freddy had fleeting memories of the nurses whispering in his ears and always being touched by them as they constantly changed his wet bandages of painkillers. Horrified voices joined in the terrifying spectacle of changing bandages on a man so badly burned he was unrecognizable.

''My God, poor guy'' It was one of the fleeting memories he was beginning to recall more clearly due to his current paralyzed state.

''Your body is completely burned. Will a skin graft be necessary?''

''We don't think he'll survive for it, it's unnecessary'' ''Will he have a family?''

''We don't know, he's been in this place for a week and no one has even asked about him.''

.........

Herman listens to his heart and lungs. It seemed incredible to him that someone like him could change so much in appearance and even in essence. Not only because he sounded human now, but also healthy. Someone in keeping with the age he represented but still had the pallor and dark circles under his eyes as when he was burned. He also had more flesh and muscle, no longer the sack of bones he was with his reduced powers, but he was still skinny from the perspective of the Doctor who was tall, thickly built and muscular, especially in his arms. He gently stroked the skin of his stomach, and rested his hand on it. Instinctively he wanted to squeeze her bony hips but restrained himself. With his thumb he stroked her lips and Freddy made a strange breathing sound with this, discomfort was the safest thing to do. While they were soft, they were half parched making the Doctor remember that now Freddy being human, he had to drink water as he might become dehydrated. Food didn't matter to him as a person died faster of thirst than starvation and that would be taken care of another time.

-Oh, I see you're a little dehydrated dear Freddy, but if I give you a drink you might drown...mmm, I know, I'll be right back.

The Doctor leaves the room again and Freddy looks up at the ceiling, feeling more and more tormented by the flashback-like memories that kept coming back.

''How long has that man been in a coma?''

''About three weeks...We didn't think he was going to last very long, his burns are horrendous.''

''How did he get burned like that?''

''According to his file he was in an abandoned factory and there he was found almost lifeless.''

''A tramp?''

''Surely, he had no ID and no one has asked about him...I hate to admit it but I hope he passes away soon and his agony is over. At least he's in a coma...''

.....

The Doctor returns to the room and Freddy due to his thoughts did not calculate how long he was gone, but at least...At least that he was in that room checking his body took away a little those dreary memories where he was changed bandages and filled with various antibiotics and painkillers constantly, showing cheeks so burned that the red flesh of his skin shone and at the same time filled with pus. His arms full of needles where they passed him all kinds of medicines, machines checking his pulse, blood pressure, monitoring every organ of his melted body, it was definitely worse than the torture that the Doctor performed on him since there at least he could heal his wounds and soothe his pain. But when he was burned he was just an ordinary person who was punished horribly and unjustly (according to him) by angry parents after those shitty brats revealed everything to him. All that time, all that time falling into a hellish agony together with a thirst for revenge managed to defeat death. Herman brings with him something that seemed to be a transparent bag with a liquid inside, a needle and something that Freddy couldn't quite visualize, it looked like something metallic. The Doctor approaches Freddy and with his huge hand he caresses Freddy's arm and with two fingers he checks below his elbow to visualize his veins. Then he checked the other arm and detected that the left arm had more veins that were alive and his blood was flowing.

-Very good Freddy, your left arm is the one where your veins are most noticeable, so I will administer a serum intravenously to hydrate your body," Doctor really seemed to be enjoying this, as his face was calm and relaxed. He set things up and gently pierced the needle into his skin and Freddy as he felt that stabbing pain, memories of needles and machines clouded his mind again. Two rows of tears began to fall softly from his cheeks at such horrible memories. Herman smiles, he was getting what he wanted: mentally tormenting him without the need to physically harm him beyond the prick of a needle through his veins.

-What's the matter Freddy? Are you in a lot of pain? Or can't you stand not being able to move? I really enjoy taking care of you, checking your young body before the burns and feeling the softness of your skin... That's something totally new to me. Do you know how much fun this is? You are the first killer to be a survivor and have such a radical change with this.

 Freddy was trying to focus on the Doctor and his eyes reflected sadness, sadness together with a pleading look for him not to hurt him and to take away the paralyzing effect he had on his body.

-Don't look at me like that, you know you deserve it for the mirror...You tried to stab me when I'm willing to take care of you cheerfully. That's not something patients do to their primary care physicians, you know that?

Freddy blinked. His clear eyes stared into the Doctor's electric eyes causing him to swallow saliva, it was strangely close to his face causing him enormous discomfort. He felt him capable of electrocuting him, cutting his body or worse.

The Doctor touches the skin on his neck and it feels sweaty. Freddy while unable to move, his body was sweating from anxiety and the present fear that Herman would take advantage of his paralysis and torture him. The Doctor leaves the IV next to Freddy in an IV pole and adjusts it so that the bag slowly runs out. While Freddy's naked body was sweating, Herman decides to cover his body with a soft white sheet which felt strangely cozy to Freddy's touch. His white skin stood out against the sheet and Herman takes the opportunity to slowly approach his neck again. With his thick fingers he subtly touches the area of her jugular vein and her collar bone. The build of Freddy's shoulder area was a little thicker than the rest of his body and the bones of his collarbones and ribs stood out noticeably. It would not be difficult for the Doctor to break his bones in several places and cast him purely for entertainment. But instead, he breathes close to the skin of his neck and with his thick lips brushes his sensitive skin, with his nose close enough, he smells Freddy's natural scent along with his hot, human sweat. He no longer smelled of burnt flesh or soot, nor of painkillers. But a scent that the Doctor was not able to describe except for the personal scent of every human being. Freddy felt his noisy mechanical breathing and his breath on his neck along with his lips subtly brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. Her lips moving slowly and down to his collarbones feeling Nightmare's heart beat a little harder. Freddy didn't understand this and even if he could speak he was unwilling to say anything to her. If it wasn't for the paralysis, the warmth of her breath would make him shiver, his chest was cold and that change in temperature made him shiver along with an electric current running down his back. The Doctor on the sheets caresses her slender thighs and suddenly pulls away. The view was beautiful and the situation tantalizing but he had to control himself...It wasn't the time yet. Freddy feels the Doctor quickly pull away and confusion entered his mind What had just happened? He thought he was going to take it out on him at that moment so he had mentally prepared himself for it...Well, prepare within reason as he was simply going to accept this with resignation and disgust. After that, his vague flashbacks come back to his mind, which were still haunting him. Silence and darkness were his worst enemies at that moment and his mental stability was losing more and more... He prayed that this would end soon, he prayed that he really should only be in this state for one day, otherwise he would end up going crazy, he didn't know what was worse... to be with the Doctor or the wave of memories that came to his mind like bee stings.

''How far along is the patient?''

''Two months...His body reacts and his more superficial wounds are healing relatively well, but it is difficult for him to survive.''

''Have you been clinging to life for so long?''

''Life? What life is that? He is totally disfigured and we still don't know his name... No one has visited him.

''Poor man...his bandages need to be changed''.

Pain... A lot of pain, sudden movements... Something wet covering his body, hospital smell, white lights and aroma of the painkillers that were administered to him. He constantly felt those pains and sensations without knowing how much time had passed, he had lost weight and a lot of muscle mass. He looked like a poor sack of bones which were covered by piles of bandages that barely showed a bit of skin on his face and a cloudy blue eye. Dry, misshapen lips and pale skin from lack of sunlight completed the pitiful appearance.

''Doctor, I know es...''

Freddy couldn't make out the voices or what they were saying. His mind was going back and forth so he was not always able to hear well what the others were saying, except for a few fragments.

''Do you know this man?''

''He was Badham's abuser. You know who I'm talking about, don't you?''

''Is it really him?''

Yes...Please make him suffer. Don't disconnect him until his body really collapses, let this stay between us...No one must know what happened. For your nephew''

......

Herman quickly entered his office and sat down in his huge leather chair which he always used for writing. His breathing was labored and strangely he too began to sweat wildly. He pressed his lips tightly together and clenched his fists, the situation for him was proving much more difficult than he expected and he really didn't understand why. Why was he going through it? Was it so exciting for him to have Nightmare humanized and totally vulnerable to anything he could think of?

Apparently he was, and too much so. He looks down and slowly moves his hospital gown, looking at his crotch area. A huge bulge had appeared in that area and the spasms he felt were becoming more and more powerful. His cock was desperately held in the zipper of his pants begging to be released from such pressure. It didn't take him long to unbuckle his belt along with the zipper until he could finally feel the release of his member along with the inhuman warmth of it. The cold air hit him feeling much better. The glans of his cock was dripping delicately and the more he avoided stroking it, the harder it got until that hardness ended up being fucking uncomfortable. With his right hand, he stroked his head feeling the wetness of the pre seminal fluid on his fingers to start with gentle rubbing motions. She also remembered the pictures she took of Freddy while she was blowing him and couldn't help but pull them out and browse. What he enjoyed most was that confused, fearful and vulnerable look watching the camera as her long, cool tongue caressed every shaft of his stick-hard cock. Herman for the first time felt he had lost control. Not of his experiments, but of his own sexual desires. Sure, he had fucked several killers in the realm of the Entity and also many women before he fell into madness, but he had never raped anyone. He might have been the worst bastard in the Institute and one of the most sadistic killers in that hellhole but he hadn't raped anyone and he hadn't lusted after a ''patient'' as much as he was doing at the moment. But with Freddy it was one way or another different. When he experimented on him he raped him with the excuse of what he did, but deep inside he knew it wasn't so...He just couldn't contain himself and seeing a thing that was no longer human being tortured, along with its strange attractiveness made him give in to that temptation and he didn't regret it in the least either. But now Freddy wasn't burned, he didn't look as decrepit as when he had the burns either. But...why was he feeling this then, was it out of mere curiosity or because he discovered a new peak of pleasure he had never experienced before? Fucking a Dream Demon was not a common thing, let alone someone who possessed such unique characteristics.  But he still had that desire and more alive than ever, but he couldn't do it until he achieved his goal and that was for Freddy to ask on his knees to have sex with him, as well as to have him at his will and do whatever he wanted with him. But he had to have routines, routines to break him and mold him like a little child you teach what is right and what is wrong. Only with that would the Doctor feel fulfilled and he would do everything he could to achieve it.

After a few minutes, after Herman had seen all the pictures where he had filled Freddy with cum, a powerful jet of sperm shot out of him, soiling the desk. Sweat ran down his dark skin along with loud gasps ending his climax. With his tongue he moistens his dry lips and awkwardly rises from the seat as he fixes his pants, at least with this maybe he could restrain himself a little more before finally doing it. He had to keep talking to his patient and keep experimenting on him...There were still 3 more days left for all of it although deep down the Doctor greatly wished it was longer, even if it was a week. He cleans the desk and pulls himself together to walk back to the room where Freddy was, still remembering the flashbacks of his memories, the worst memories that Freddy really didn't know if they were real or if they were dreams.

''Doctor, we should pull the plug...He's been in that state for 5 months and there has been no health improvement.''

''No, and don't argue with me.''

''You bastard... You'll pay for what you did...''

...

Herman enters the room again and was feeling a little more composed than a while ago. Freddy doesn't estimate how long he was gone, but maybe it was an hour. It was hard to calculate time for him in that state and in the darkness of the room. Freddy notices that he was strangely ecstatic and panic enters his mind, believing that now he would really torture him. But a smile formed on his face

-I'm back, dear Freddy. I forgot to give you some medicine, but don't worry, it is not something bad or harmful. It is an anti-coagulant to prevent clots from forming in your legs due to your lack of movement... They must have given it to you, didn't they, when you were in an induced coma?

The Doctor slowly lifts Nightmare's sheet and with a syringe injects the anti-coagulant into his abdomen. He quickly notices that Freddy's thighs were damp and the sheet was wet: he had urinated on the gurney and Herman laughs to himself.

-I forgot that you can't move to urinate! This was a big mistake of mine! But don't worry, I'll fix it right away," the Doctor removes Freddy's sheet completely, leaving his body out in the open. He removes the inner tear, the bandage and the socks, taking the opportunity to look at the wound. It was healing as expected and his side was bruised from the blows. Freddy again began to cry, now out of embarrassment that the Doctor would see him this way.

-Don't be ashamed, dear Freddy Remember when I cut your stomach you peed yourself too? It's totally normal if you can't move, this was my fault and my carelessness so I'll fix it by cleaning you up hehe.

Freddy had forgotten it, he had forgotten that shameful torture which opened his stomach to see his organs black as coal. Due to the pain of the opening he had pissed himself, the worst pain he had ever suffered which thanks to his powers was short-lived...His wounds regenerated at the speed of light.

The Doctor throws his socks and underwear on the floor. He removes the needle from the probe and takes him in his arms completely naked, the sudden lifting made Freddy want to vomit.

-I'm very grateful that you weigh so little, it's not difficult to pick you up and carry you anywhere, huh? I like it a lot, besides, you are much more docile this way.

-Doctor..." Freddy murmurs in a hoarse, raspy voice. The Doctor is surprised that he could speak, surely the effect of the paralytic had begun to wear off and he could already string words together.

-Oh, you're starting to be able to talk... But don't try too hard, okay?

-The fear of the Doctor torturing him was still present and Herman obviously noticed it. A charming look which he couldn't help but mock.

-I will help you clean your body, isn't it obvious? Or do you think I would be able to leave you like this? That is inconceivable my dear. It is my duty to take care of you until your paralysis ends.

Freddy was breathing heavily due to panic.

-Don't be scared, I won't torture you or bathe you in ice. For now I'll treat you gently, but it will only be for today so don't get used to it.

Herman carried Freddy in his arms feeling his soft, warm, bare skin being buffeted in the cold breeze of the Institute. The snow was falling fiercely outside showing that the Doctor was happy to have him in the place, that was one of the biggest demonstrations of when the Doctor was in a good or bad mood. When he was in a bad mood, there was almost no snow in the place and the others avoided going to the Institute when this happened, he was dangerous in spite of having a cordial character and a nice lip. Freddy, due to the cold, let out a pitiful sigh, he was thankful he had no burns but the cold was still hardly bearable and it got worse if he was naked. The Doctor takes him to a different bathroom than the others he had taken him to before. This one had a huge ceramic bathtub with mold due to the years it had been there, the Doctor gently positions Freddy's body inside it placing him in a comfortable position for him. Freddy feels the coldness of the ceramic hitting his skin, feeling weak and helpless in this position.

The Doctor without saying a word, turned two handles on the faucets that were in the tub and first a very cold water ran down Nightmare's spine giving him a deafening guttural groan. The cold water was still painful to his bones although it was a little more bearable with healthy skin. Within seconds, the water strangely stopped being so cold and began to warm. Gradually he began to feel a little better and the water filled the tub until the water covered half of Freddy's torso. The warm water made him relax a little more and he was also surprised that Herman had not bathed him in near-freezing water.

-From the look on your face I assume you are wondering why I don't bathe you with cold water, right? The Doctor smiles as he picks up a strange bottle which appears to be shampoo.

-Why... What..." Freddy asked, clearly surprised at the Doctor's kindness when he was not specifically very kind, much less to him.

-To make you realize that I am not always bad, I really want to take care of you and that you are well here, you are my special patient after a long time," The Doctor's voice sounded soft and calm, if he was lying, he was doing incredibly well.

The Doctor took some of the liquid and spread it through his rough hands until a little foam appeared and gently rubbed it into Nightmare's smooth, lush hair. Her hair was tangled between his thick fingers and he was gentle enough not to pull it at any time. With his hands he spread the water on her head to slowly remove the shampoo residue. Then he took a piece of old sponge and gently with another bit of shampoo he gently went over Freddy's neck and back, who felt this touch so soft that he didn't believe it was the Doctor doing it. No one had ever touched him so gently as far as he could remember. Not even when he was in an induced coma...The little he remembered was the bandages being changed very roughly, the same Doctor who the only thing he managed to understand him was ''Bastard''. Herman also felt the wet and soft skin of Freddy who this time had a smell of... Lavender? The Doctor couldn't remember where he got it from but for now he was doing his job. He also took the opportunity to touch a ''little more'' just to enjoy his touch and anticipate what he wanted in the coming days. Nightmare while he felt nervousness at being touched by him, he couldn't deny that that gentle bath along with that gentle care felt...Good? It felt good with that care? But...The Doctor is a sadistic and merciless being...Why did it feel good with this care? The warm water running over her skin, the Doctor's hands that while very rough, felt warm and comforting. She didn't want to admit that within all the hell she had gone through both in her past and the previous experiences alongside this psychopath, this was one of the most peaceful moments she had ever had with anyone other than Philip. Not that he forgot what he did to him or the real reason why he is holding him captive, but this small lapse managed to make him forget at least for a few minutes the torment of memories that entered his mind only to break him again. The Doctor with the sponge massages his stomach with enough care not to pass to carry the wound. With the slightly rough sponge he massages his belly and takes the opportunity to touch his thin and soft thighs, Freddy looks at him in a slightly calmer way at the end of it all. This brings a smile to Herman's face

-I see this felt good, didn't it?

-Yes..." Freddy can barely respond. His jaw felt slack and he had trouble moving his tongue to speak, Herman smiles with satisfaction.

The water quickly began to cool so the Doctor took off his long hospital gown and with a few nimble movements, managed to cover him with it. The result was clearly a swimming fit, but it added to his attractiveness. Freddy felt the warmth of the hospital gown like a towel just out of the dryer and it really comforted him, he had a mixture of feelings in his head... From fear to a strange tranquility that at least at that moment managed to calm him down.

The Doctor again takes him to the stretcher and carefully wipes it with a handkerchief to lay him down. This time he removes his gown and puts a hospital gown on him, which causes Freddy to remember the previous events and have a melancholy look on his face.

-The Doctor smiles warmly, "Oh, but now we are missing something very important.

The Doctor leaves the room to get something, leaving Freddy in confusion as to what he would do to him next. At least he felt ''clean'' and ''light'' all things considered.

''Doctor, the patient has been in this condition for almost a year and has not obtained any improvement of his burns, even the burn on his right cheek has become infected.''

''Take care of his wounds and that infection.''

''But Doctor...Why don't we pull the plug...He's just using up space in this hospital''.

''Our duty is to take care of the patients. That man has not stopped living, so we have to take care of him for that.''

''But Doctor, he hasn't shown any improvement...He's just prolonging his suffering.''

''Don't come with your moral bullshit, we are doctors, not savior angels and we have a mission.''

"Suffer, you bastard. Suffer for what you did to my nephew.

....Dolor....Voices...Hate.

.....

The vague but raw memories entered like a flashback which made him internally lament and he couldn't help but cry for all the suffering he went through along with the slow and agonizing death he received. He really would have preferred to die right there instead of being found on the verge of death, with fragments of dust and metal mixing with his melted flesh and skin. Doctors discovered some areas of his body so destroyed that he was unrecognizable. Only blue eyes and deformed lips could be distinguished, due to the severity of his burns, they were not going to give him more than two days to live, but... His suffering was postponed much longer than he would have liked. All this time filled him with hatred and vengeance towards those guilty of this.

The Demons saw his heart thirsty for revenge and on his deathbed they took his soul, soul for revenge and it was the best deal he could have made until the Entity took him. At least he got to take some of his children with him.

The Doctor comes back with some strange things in his hands. Freddy still couldn't quite make out but the strangest one looked like some kind of thin, flexible tube. He didn't understand what it was, he had never seen anything like it before and it filled him with panic.

-What... is it?

Freddy was making a super human effort to talk and ask him what that was and if he was finally going to torture him. He didn't think the Doctor would be so exquisite as to want to torture his clean, lavender-smelling body. The Doctor smiles mischievously

Is this? It's a catheter dear Freddy- The Doctor shows him the catheter up close with a cheerful humming- I can't let this happen to you again, so I must add a catheter in your bladder until the paralytic wears off and then I remove it. Simple right?

-No...Please...-Freddy complained pitifully, not wanting to have those things in his body again.

-Oh, don't worry... This one doesn't hurt and it's very simple: I insert it into your urethra and it goes all the way to your bladder, then it inflates slightly inside to prevent it from coming out so you don't have any problems. That's it!

-No...

-Oh, come on Freddy. You've had one before, haven't you? Maybe it was the same one or it was the one where they make a direct incision in your kidney and that one is worse. Do you remember which one it was?

Nightmare didn't want to remember. He didn't want to remember all the needles and incisions they made maybe for how long, it was torture.

-The good thing is that you can't move anymore, so the job will be much easier," replies the Doctor with a mocking laugh. He spreads Freddy's legs apart and lifts up his gown to reveal his tiny penis. He puts on some gloves and checks that the catheter was working by inflating it with a syringe. He takes a strange vial and moistens one end of the catheter, apparently it was some sort of lubricant.

-No...Doc...Freddy begged not to do it, it brought back horrible memories. Herman laughs in mockery at his cowardice.

-Don't worry, I'll be gentle and it won't hurt...It's just uncomfortable and maybe a little intense, but it doesn't compare to your burns or...breaking a bone. The Doctor winks at him and lifts his penis 90 degrees to straighten it out enough and picks up the skin of his foreskin. He brings the catheter up to the orifice of his penis and very slowly begins to insert the lubricated catheter into Freddy's urethra. Tears streamed down his cheeks at this humiliation and the memories of his hospital stay. Herman checked the catheter and his face lit up as he realized that a little urine was beginning to leak out, he had placed it correctly so he finishes adjusting it, inflates the small balloon with the syringe and gives it a gentle tug to make sure it is indeed in place and will not leak out. He placed the catheter inside a plastic bag and left it under the gurney without touching the floor, making sure that the urine was indeed flowing into it. He was pleased with himself that he had managed to do it without causing injury to Freddy's bladder, he was not a very delicate person so it was an achievement.

-See? I told you it wouldn't hurt at all, it's just a little uncomfortable. This way we won't have any more inconveniences, great, isn't it?

Freddy looked at the Doctor in an embarrassed and uncomfortable way. He felt too vulnerable and humiliated in front of someone who apparently didn't care in the least about doing these disgusting things to satiate his curiosity.

-Now, that you can talk a little more, we could talk a little, don't you think? Herman's look changes, this time much more threatening and his eyes lit up like two car headlights... I won't ask you for such long answers, but I expect sincerity... Will you cooperate?

-Yes... -Freddy's breathing increased, his gaze was so terrifying that he knew that the slightest mistake or lie would cost him dearly.

-Herman smiles placidly and looks Freddy straight in the eye.

-How long were you in a coma?

-5...

-5 months?

-A...Years...I think..." was Freddy's answer, causing Herman to be surprised by it.

-5...? 5 fucking years!? And after that did they pull the plug or did you just die?

-I died...Freddy throat felt dry and he began to feel exhausted. He didn't know what time it was or how long he had been awake, but his eyes were heavy and his mind was going. Besides, he hadn't eaten anything and that made him feel even weaker.

-What do you remember about it? Did you feel anything?

-Pain... Voices... Dreams...

-So you were hearing voices while you were in that state?

-Few...

Freddy's eyes were closing from exhaustion. Herman gave him a gentle slap to wake him up.

-I'm not finished with you yet, Freddy dear," Herman smiled and held up two fingers, lighting them with electricity, "If you fall asleep again while I'm talking to you, I'll electrocute you, because that's just plain rude.

-Freddy's voice sounded more and more tired and his eyes were losing focus due to sleepiness, Doctor was pleased with the beautiful view.

-Did they know it was you? Because it's strange that they didn't kill you by smothering you with a pillow.

-One...

-A what? Did one know? -Who?

-Doctor...

-Did the doctor who checked you know? What did he do to you?

-Pain...

Herman smiles

-So the Doctor made you suffer while you were in a coma, huh? Because he knew what you did to the children in the nursery?...Mmm, and you feel you deserved it?

-No...-That was Freddy's final answer as his eyes and mind gave no more. The Doctor finds it unbelievable that Nightmare believes that he did not deserve everything that happened to him.

-I have one last question for you Freddy, and answer honestly... Do you think what you did was wrong? To have abused and photographed little children?

-I...I...loved... them...

That answer for Herman was clearly no. Freddy still thought he didn't deserve what happened to him because he didn't think he had done anything wrong. Freddy still thought he didn't deserve what happened to him because according to him, he hadn't done anything wrong or improper. What's so weird about being attracted to little four or five year olds? What's so weird about keeping pictures of them and maybe what other shit? It was clear that to Freddy none of that was abnormal and that only intrigued him even more, as at the same time it made him angry. I think if Herman had been that doctor he would have done the same thing. He would have extended his suffering and not let him rest until his body collapsed.

-Just for now I will let you sleep for a couple of hours, later I will come back to check that your body is starting to recover from the paralysis.

-Freddy's voice was panting with exhaustion and begging for something to eat, anything. He had gone more than a full day without eating anything at all and his poor stomach was roaring for some nourishment.

Herman was so upset with Freddy's sick mind that he had thought about tube feeding him like a real person in a vegetative state, but he came up with a much better idea. He was able to salvage some things from his past and it was noticeable that being in that state really affected him, enough to acknowledge to him that it wasn't wrong for him what he did.

-Sleep. When I come back I'll wake you up and you'll eat something amazing- Herman smiles in an evil and unhinged way making terror flood Freddy's mind but exhaustion was much worse. Within seconds he falls sound asleep and the Doctor leaves the room to go back to his office to pull out Freddy's folder and fill out his file again:

 Name: Frederick Krueger

Age (Approximate) 48 years old

Height: (Approximate) 1.65 to 1.66cms tall

Weight: (Approximate) 50 to 55 kgs with reduced powers, 60 to 65kg if taken from the dream world.

-She has undergone complete physical changes, her body age has changed as well as her physical build. White skin, straight light brown hair, thin face and blue eyes which look completely healthy.

Ability: Demon of dreams, he can enter everyone's dreams and know their feelings inside them. It is not possible to see him outside of it and you can call him inside the dreams. He has no limitations within the dream world (not yet confirmed) he does not feel any kind of need for food, sleep, emotions or feelings. It does not feel cold or pain, it cannot be hurt (not yet confirmed).

-Changes have been detected in her physique which are based on a transformation. She probably possesses the ability to change her body at will inside her, as well as the Entity may have given her this ability (to be confirmed).

-Outside of dreams he has average physical strength, but he has a lot of agility, hearing and considerably fast speed. He does not possess fighting skills.

Days of reduction: 2, in which he loses almost all of his power, becoming almost human with the preservation of burns.

Regeneration: Very fast, the fastest seen so far without any use of drugs or potions.

-Bone regeneration upon fracture: 48 seconds

-Wound regeneration when cutting: 20 seconds or less depending on the depth of the wound.

-Regeneration after the loss of a limb: 3 minutes.

Psychological profile: Anger issues and possibly abandonment issues. Primary anxious-resistant pedophilic disorder, self-esteem problems and easy manipulation. Reserved and quiet character outside of anger issues. He is more of an observer than a participant given his ability. Psychological changes are observed after the transformation: Nervousness is distinguished along with a more defiant character, his behavior will be analyzed during his stay at the Lerry Memorial Institute. There are traumas due to his stay in a hospital because of the burns suffered. The patient presumes to have been in an induced coma for approximately five years. Fear of needles and any surgical procedure due to memories of his stay. He manages to get some memories of his stay, there was presence of pain and hearing. He has no regrets regarding the sexual abuse that led him to fall burned in an abandoned plant. This psychological profile will be carefully observed later. (File under construction).

''One, two, three, four.....eight, nine, ten.... Ready or not, here I come!''

''Uncle Freddy, I have a drawing for you, I hope you like it.''

"Do you like to draw very much, Little Nancy? You draw very pretty...I have lots of drawings, but I'm bad, my hands shake...Uhhhg Would you like to see my drawings and help me fix them? You and I would make a cute drawing couple.''

''We love you very much Uncle Freddy!''

''Me too, my dear children...I love you too.''

......

Memories...Happiness...Love. The only escape from this hell was them, remembering the sick love for them. A love, that the Doctor would soon tear away with a very special method he would have for him when he woke up.

• Drawing for: @AliceLL331011

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XIV PUNISHMENT: PART FOUR

Freddy's 2nd day at the institute (Between midnight and 2:00 a.m.)

Krueger, open the fucking door!

Goddamn it! Get out of there you son of a bitch!

Please stop! I haven't done anything! I swear! I haven't done anything!

OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR AND COME OUT OF THAT FUCKING HIDEOUT!''

A nightmare of memories flooded Freddy's mind as he continued to be locked in the Doctor's dark room with nothing but silence and a thin sheet which unfortunately was not serving the purpose of tucking him in. He was no longer in his clothes, possessing only a light blue robe that came down to his thighs and strange, completely white socks. The cold air from the falling snow hit his pale skin and made him shiver. His head kept flooding between beautiful memories and horrible nightmares that made him want to scream in his sleep but he couldn't do it, just as he couldn't do it while awake.

Did your mother go to work early today? Dear Nancy...Your mommy works a lot. You must be a good girl for her

Uncle Freddy, could you sing me a song?

Of course little Nancy

He remembered sitting on the floor on a large cushion in the corner of the nursery and the little girl sitting on his thin lap looking at a coloring book.

Didle didle

The cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped over the Moon

The little dog laughed to see such sports

And the dish run away with the spoon

Little Nancy was dressed today in her favorite dress, a beautiful pink dress with white ribbons and her hair was down, but styled perfectly. She was even wearing her favorite baby perfume which you could smell all over the nursery room. She had arrived even earlier than usual, Freddy knew...He knew everything about her. More than her father, more than her mother, he was her best friend and her best companion when her mother called her attention to scold her, he was there to comfort her.

My little Nancy, today you have come in your pink dress. You look as beautiful as a princess...My princess.

Little Nancy shyly smiles at him and innocently models it by moving the folds at the end.

Do I look pretty Mr. Freddy? My mommy told me it was a nice day to wear it.

Freddy was smiling. He was smiling genuinely to see her so beautiful, he was a shy, reserved but cheerful chick.

You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen, little Nancy....

.....

Oh...Nancy...You're all grown up now, don't you remember me anymore? You and I used to play a lot, you wore a pink dress that I adored. You even smell different now.

What's wrong? Are you scared to see me like this? Are you disgusted? This is your fault! Look into my eyes! Look what you did to me! You and I were best friends and confidants! You and I told each other secrets and the idea was not to tell anyone! I never told your parents about the bad things you did! Why did you betray me?!? I... I tried to give you all my attention, I prepared your favorite desserts, I caressed you where you liked until you fell asleep on my lap. Did you get jealous because I also played with the other children? I really didn't mean to! I should have shared with the others too!

....

You?...Can you really see me?....

Shouldn't I be able to do it? What are you?

...

A stormy sound appeared out of nowhere, causing all those dreams to be cut short. He really didn't know how much time had passed for Nightmare, a couple of hours for sure, the sound was just like a bullet. The shock really paralyzed him and his body started sweating out of nowhere. He didn't know what was happening, the darkness of the place was total, it was probably night...Freddy tries to move his fingers and succeeds slowly. His body was reacting to the paralysis and although he knew he was not going to escape, being able to move again was going to take away those torturous memories that entered his mind.

The door knob began to move slowly as usual. Freddy barely manages to move his neck a little, he hears the ''crack'' of his vertebrae. And when he makes that movement, he gets dizzy... Forgetting that he had not eaten for more than a day and his body was really weak.

The door slowly opens and a silhouette peeks through it, but there was no light, so Freddy assumes it's night. The Doctor looked as creepy as ever, he looked like a huge hungry beast looking for something to eat. The Doctor closes the door and walks up to Freddy looking at him with luminous red eyes, eyes which were not in a good mood and this made Freddy terrified.

-Good evening Freddy," greeted the Doctor in a voice that, although serious, remained soft, in a regular tone.

-Doctor..." Freddy whispered, looking into his eyes. He felt weak and still too sleepy. How long had he really slept?

-Did he sleep well? I let him sleep for exactly two and a half hours, that's all he needs to sleep.

-Freddy's voice had improved. His jaw could move and his voice sounded much softer.

-Me? I've come to wake you up and get you up. I have a surprise for you- The Doctor smiles mischievously.

-You should be able to move. The paralytic should have worn off, I want you to try to get up....Ah but first I have to remove your catheter my dear-.

-Why are you being so gentle..." Freddy swallowed hard at this question and he really had that doubt. In spite of everything Herman was being too gentle with him and that was not natural for the Doctor.

-Do you want me to act tough? Do you want me to be tough?

-No... I'm sorry Doctor.

Herman smiles. Freddy was sounding much tamer than when he brought him in and that seemed like a nice change, it excited him.

-Okay, I'm going to remove the catheter and I want you to move. Do you understand?

-Si....

The doctor checked the urine bag and it was relatively full. The color of the urine was normal so he had no symptoms of dehydration, there was no blood either so the catheter position was correct and Freddy had not moved either. He holds Freddy's penis causing him to let out an uncomfortable moan, he really couldn't tolerate being touched by the Doctor, much less for all that he did to him earlier...The Doctor smiles with satisfaction. When he removes it, he leaves the room to throw it into a trash can, leaving the door slightly ajar. It was indeed night and he didn't know exactly how late it was and why Herman was awake at this hour...He had rituals to complete...Didn't he mind going to them sleepy? What if he lost to the survivors? Didn't he mind being punished for it? Apparently that was not the case, his thirst for knowledge and torture was far greater than sleep.

The Doctor returns and observes Freddy lying on the stretcher. His voice and look changed, becoming more serious and authoritative than a few minutes ago.

-All right Freddy...I've removed your catheter so I want you to get up from the gurney and stand in front of me.

Nightmare slowly begins to move the fingers of his thin hands. It is as if he came back to life after spending a whole day totally paralyzed and without movement. With great effort he moves his hands and the Doctor, because of his slowness, quickly began to lose patience.

-Do it quickly, don't force me to have to ''help'' you move.

Freddy swallowed saliva and his heart rate accelerated abruptly due to this order mixed between haste and threat. Slowly he managed to sit up on the gurney and this movement made him extremely dizzy, he looked like a woman in her first months of pregnancy with morning sickness.

-Very good, little Freddy, you've been able to move your torso," the Doctor smiles at him. He finds it amusing to give him hard orders and then he accepts in such a docile way... It really excited him since that was what he was looking for. It was very noticeable that the paralysis really got to him so much that he was going to accept anything before going back to it. A tingle of pleasure ran down his back, there was still more to analyze, to untangle his mind and mold him to his whim.

-Now, please, I would like you to get up completely off the stretcher, dear Nightmare," he said.

-Freddy moves slowly to the edge and manages to move both legs to the edge of the stretcher but without touching the floor. Clumsily he climbs off it and if it weren't for her he falls to the cold ceramic floor. His head spins from not having moved for a day, he feels dizzy and wanted to vomit even though his stomach was completely empty...He was very hungry but was not able to ask the Doctor for some food. With weakness and fear he moves to where the Doctor was looking at him seriously and with his arms crossed, standing face to face. Freddy looked up at him with melancholy and fear, you could read in his eyes the request for something to eat...A look that Herman knew, more than once he left spies fasting or sleep deprived as they were capable of doing anything for a piece of bread or a few minutes sleep. Herman looks him down and notices how weak he really is, that weakness fascinates him...It's perfect for his next step.

-Perfect, Freddy. -Herman returns to a soft tone and touches his shoulder gently. Freddy is startled by this movement, he thought the Doctor was going to hurt him and Herman lets out a soft laugh.

-Calm down, man, I'm not here to hurt you... Quite the contrary.

-What are you going to do?

-It's obvious, dear Freddy. I'll take you out of here for a bite to eat, I've prepared something very special for you.

 Herman smiles with mischief on his face, Freddy's first thought is that he will poison him at lunch.

-Oh, don't think bad things. Remember that you are my patient and you are very important... I must feed you, right?

Freddy sheepishly nods his head. While he was scared of what he was going to feed him, starvation was far worse.

-That's the way I like it... Since you still have the paralyzing effect, I know it will be a little difficult for you to walk, so you can hold on to me and walk, okay?

Freddy gives a slow sigh and with hands trembling with weakness holds on to the Doctor's muscular arm. He still had his hospital gown on and looked even weaker, like someone who was seriously ill and was in the process of recovery. The Doctor takes a couple of steps and opens the door gently, causing Freddy to step out of the room looking around. Everything was dark, the cold corridors of the Institute looked like a horror movie and not like in the rituals where although it was still dark, there was clarity within it.

Freddy and Herman walked slowly, the smaller man was holding onto the larger man's shoulder and his mind was flooded with questions. Why was the Doctor being so gentle? Did he bathe him and now ''fix'' him something to eat? Like some kind of romantic dinner? It was impossible. The Doctor wouldn't be capable of something like that, let alone with him...At that point Freddy might be expecting bad food and would force feed him or worse. The Doctor was a sick psychopath, he knew this would be a bad thing, but he didn't really know what the Doctor was capable of, only the worst but not so much the process of his methods of torture and punishment.

The Doctor looks at Freddy who had a frightened and nervous look, his pale skin looked at the surroundings and the almost total darkness that flooded them. If a hospital is scary at night, this time it was much worse since Freddy knew perfectly well everything that happened in this place. A shiver ran down his neck and the breeze hit his thin bare thighs, he was still thankful he had no burns but he was still as weak as having his powers reduced.

After a few minutes of walking due to Freddy's slowness, they reach a dark room. Nightmare observes that the darkness of the room was even greater than the rest of the corridors, almost the same as the room where he was locked up, but this time there was a dim illumination. Two candles were lit and gave off a soft scent of vanilla, there was also a medium-sized table that was neither very small nor very large, made of metal material. It looked like a morgue table but at least with the candles it looked less disturbing. There were also two wine glasses as well as a fork and knife elegantly placed one in front of the other. There were also two metal bell-shaped plate covers that did not let you see what was underneath, also two chairs similar to hospital waiting seats giving it a look if improvised, it gave a touch of elegance.

This made Freddy swallow saliva and a nervousness ran through his body, as this did not bode well...The Doctor would never do this just because. Sure, Herman possessed elegance, manners and chivalry unlike other killers but this seemed too outlandish even for him. What the fuck did he have planned? What the fuck was he going to do to him? Involuntarily he squeezes Herman's shoulder in panic and smiles happily at Freddy touching his chin forcing him to look him in the eye.

-Look, I've prepared a nice and delicious feast for you, what do you think? Does it look nice? Well...I would have liked to use another kind of decoration, I really like wood or porcelain, the food feels much more delicious but unfortunately I don't have that material. But still, does it look good?

-Why are you doing this?

 Freddy asks sincerely and with clear shyness. I didn't want to offend the Doctor after all

-I thought you were hungry, or don't you want to eat? Or would you rather eat in the living room like a rat? The Doctor looks at him curiously and strangely kindly. Freddy sighs and shakes his head.

-Very well, then I want you to sit down and eat, I don't want the food to get cold, I have prepared it exclusively for you" The Doctor smiles placidly and like a gentleman moves the chair so that his damsel sits down. Nightmare sits down with a tremor in her thighs, she was afraid of what would happen next, since she was almost one hundred percent sure that something bad would happen or that at least, she would be fed something horrible.

Herman positioned himself behind him and with his bruised fingers grabbed the lid of the plate cover making Freddy's heart beat at an unthinkable rate. He felt as if inside that thing there would be some raw human heart and he was going to be forced to eat it, or some rat cut into pieces. Freddy's paranoia only increased and that time lapse felt like time was in slow motion, making cold sweat run down his body. Finally the Doctor lifts the lid and instinctively Freddy turns his head away from the dish. But...From that dish a delicious aroma appeared, making Freddy finally look at what caused such an aroma....

It was meat...He wasn't sure what meat it was, but frankly it had such a delicious aroma that he forgot when he last ate meat. Its aroma along with the accompanying spices made his stomach growl begging to be fed. He also had accompanying rustic potatoes and some mushrooms, they were not mushrooms, but they resembled him. Everything had a delicious aroma, even Freddy felt that the meat was sautéed in white wine by the aroma. He came to let out a huge sigh of relief and his gaze calmed down a bit provoking a big mocking laugh from the Doctor who watched every move Freddy made.

-My God Freddy haha What did you think I'd give you? Some human head? You know that's not my craze...For now.

-I..." Freddy prefers not to explain. Or rather he is not able to, his stomach was growling hungrily and the presentation of the dish looked like an expensive restaurant showing that although the Doctor is a bastard, he possesses quite a lot of culinary knowledge and a huge trait of ''chivalry''. Freddy always found the Doctor extremely flamboyant in that regard, always wearing colorful shirt leathers and ties, good lip service, elegant culinary pleasures and the enjoyment of a good red wine by the dim light of scented candles. Freddy, while not an animal like other killers, was much more demure. In his past life he was a gardener with a culinary background, but he remembers that desserts were his greatest specialty. He always made treats for his children, such as pancakes, homemade chocolate chip cookies and colorful cup cakes to keep everyone happy.

The Doctor sits down in front of him and eats exactly the same as Nightmare. He stares at him and notices that he doesn't move a single muscle, as if he needed his authorization to eat, or that he was so suspicious that he hoped it was Herman who ate first to believe that the food didn't have poison in it. The Doctor smiles subtly, he's not such a jerk after all.

-He has to eat, dear Freddy. You don't want it to get cold, do you?

The Doctor gently cut the meat from his plate which released a delicious juice. The meaty juice mixed with the potatoes and he slowly takes a light bite into his mouth, chewing it gently. He stands thinking for a few seconds feeling the taste of his food and it seems to him that it tasted better than ever. Freddy, seeing that he did indeed eat and swallow, proceeded to cut up some of the meat and taste it.

It was the best meat he had ever tasted and he could feel an explosion of flavors on his taste buds. Freddy's face changed to one of excitement and nostalgia.When was the last time he had eaten something so tasty and elegant? Long before he died, that was for sure....He couldn't believe Herman was so talented with cooking and it surprised him so much that he looked like someone eating something delicious for the first time in his life. His eyes lit up and his stomach roared even louder than last time, desperately wanting more food. The Doctor looks at Freddy and couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

-Do you like it? I prepared it exclusively for you. I know you are hungry, but I will ask you to eat with manners- The Doctor looked at him with seriousness and authority. Freddy knew he had to eat slowly, he didn't want to make the Doctor angry.

-Yeah... I didn't think you could cook that well," it was an honest opinion. Freddy really didn't think that outside of being a twisted, psychopathic bastard he had such a talent for it. Herman lets out a sigh and pours himself a glass of wine.

-I'm very talented at certain activities, Freddy. While we are all killers, we don't specialize in one thing. What did you do before?

-I... am a gardener..." Freddy answered with his head down and continued to serve himself the food that was on his plate. He fervently believed that the amount he was served was not going to be enough for all the time he went without eating.

The Doctor arched an eyebrow at that answer.

-Are you a gardener? Or were you a gardener? Because I remind you that you have died

Freddy had a sudden flashback of memories with that clarification. He remembered when he happily raked the wet floors of the kindergarten garden and as he did so, several children ''surprisingly'' hugged him, full of energy and enthusiasm. He would answer them with laughter and a harmonious voice

Hey kids, I'll play hide-and-seek with you when I'm done!

Nightmare was lost for a few seconds in those memories causing the Doctor to raise his voice softly realizing that he had activated the memories.

-Mmm?

-I'm sorry Doctor...I...I still work with plants in my nursery.

Herman remembered when he saw it once in her nursery and despite her disastrous condition, the only thing that was still alive were the flowers.

-I see that you like flowers very much, what do you like about them?

-The colors that they can have naturally, the shapes that some have and the different aromas that they give off... Some have a unique and delicious aroma.

The Doctor stares at him. There were no lies in anything he said, but I did notice a slight wistfulness in his tone of voice. Freddy ate slowly and nervously, as he didn't want the Doctor to be upset if he ate something that was unpalatable to him. He was too hungry and didn't want him to take away what he was eating for some reason or another.

-Mmm...I see. Do you have a favorite scent?

Freddy thought for a few seconds. There were many scents that fascinated him, flowers, sweets, so he couldn't really decide.

-I like a lot of smells, Doctor. I don't have anything specific....-Freddy finished his answer sheepishly. The Doctor smiled mischievously and finished eating first. He takes a bottle of wine that was on the table and pours a slight amount into Freddy's glass.

-Doctor... I don't drink alcohol..." Freddy's voice sounded clipped and he swallowed saliva. He hated the taste of that shit.

-It is a great pity, dear Freddy. But I have already served you and like a good obedient patient, you must eat and drink all that I have served you.

-But...

-It is not a question or a request, it is an order. - The Doctor's voice changes enormously and from his shirt he pulls out a syringe full of liquid. Freddy looks at it and automatically assumes it is paralyzing.

Nightmare looks at the glass of wine and smells it. He hated the smell of wine, it made him dizzy and was a little too bitter for his taste.

-If you don't, you won't get dessert, I've prepared something sweet too.

Freddy trembling lifts the wine glass and raises it to let the liquid run down to moisten his thin lips. He feels the taste of it and hates it. What's so delicious about alcohol? It's just a bitter liquid that burns your throat and if you don't know how to drink it, it makes you dizzy, makes you vomit, makes you lose consciousness. At least milk you can add sugar, coffee, tea and it still tasted good.

Very reluctantly, Freddy drinks the wine, feeling his throat burning and a horrible bitter taste, which not even food could appease. His eyes were clearly disgusted, causing Herman to laugh.

-I see you don't like wine, huh?

-I don't... I don't drink alcohol.

-Oh? -Why?

-I don't like the taste, it's very bitter.

-Oh, I see... I'll take that into consideration next time," Herman smiles. Freddy sighs with a sigh of relief at that smile and the Doctor's soft tone of voice.

After a few minutes, Freddy finishes eating what was on his plate. It was by far the most delicious meal he had tasted for many years. Except for the wine, but really everything was delicious. The meat soft and juicy, the potatoes crispy along with the seasoned and tender mushrooms. He was not entirely satisfied, the taste was so pleasant that deep in his heart he wished for a repeat, he even wanted to lick the plate but that would be too disgusting and even more so for someone as elegant as Herman.

-I see you've eaten everything and I'm very happy about that, how did you like the food?

Freddy nods in agreement.

-I hope you still have room for dessert -Are you interested?

-Yes...

-Perfect! I'll go get it! Don't move, I'll be right back," Herman smiled happy that his guest was enjoying his favorite dishes to cook. He gets up from the table and lifts both dishes, leaving Freddy seated as he walks to another room leaving the dishes in a dishwasher.

Freddy felt strangely happy and nostalgic about that nice dinner, but that feeling was really short-lived. It didn't take long for him to feel strange, he wasn't dizzy but he felt incredibly ''hot'' as if he had run a marathon. Was that because of the wine he drank? Wasn't he used to alcohol? It made sense to him, since he at least had the knowledge that alcohol produced heat. He tries to get up from the chair to walk, but he can't move. As he tried he could feel his mind going black so he preferred to stay seated. The heat flooded all over his body, even his ears felt hot and he even felt them throbbing. Was all this because of the effect of the wine? Holy shit...It couldn't be that he was so weak to alcohol.

-I'm back, little Freddy." The Doctor re-entered the room with something covered with a metal plate cover. He put it down in front of Freddy gently without lifting it. Freddy at this point had begun to sweat and was staring at the plate cover without looking at the Doctor. He didn't want him to notice that he was in a strange state because of that glass of wine.

-Is something wrong Freddy?-Herman stared at him, noticing that the skin on his face was red and hot. His forehead was damp with sweat, but he didn't want to look him in the eye.

-No..." Freddy answered, ducking his head and gulping in a breath of air.

-Are you sure? You know I hate liars, Frederick," Herman folded his arms and looked at him seriously.

-I'm just a little hot...-Freddy's voice sounded more and more agitated and his breathing was quickening. He didn't understand what was really happening to him and if it was normal to feel this way from drinking wine.

The Doctor approaches him and smiles at him with a psychopathic look

-Then that means that my medication is being effective....

Freddy felt that statement as if he had been thrown off a cliff. So the food or the wine did have something in it? It couldn't be... The Doctor looked normal... He just poisoned his food? He felt stupid, stupid for believing that the Doctor wasn't going to do anything to him and having believed in him. But that feeling didn't last long. He began to feel strangely ''hot'' hotter than he had been in a long time. His breathing sounds low and strident.

-What... What was in the food, Doctor..." Sweat was running down Freddy's body.

-The food? I had a very potent aphrodisiac, which I created exclusively for you," Herman moves the chair and sits down next to her.

He observed Freddy sweating in his hospital gown and moved his legs nervously. He was looking at the Doctor's body which was too close to him, but he did not move.

-Why?

Freddy struggled to find the words, he was unbearably uncomfortable and clenched his fists trying to find some position that would calm him down.

-Because it's part of your treatment, my patient- Time for some questions- The Doctor with both hands held Freddy's shoulders and looked down at the crotch area.

-I'm interested to see if what you have down there has hardened, is it?

-No..." Freddy growls fearfully. The Doctor with his slightly electrified hand strokes his crotch causing a great vibration to run through Nightmare's body who lets out a soft moan. He had a small bulge and this seemed incredibly precocious to the Doctor.

-Mmmmm....I see it's already working. What are you thinking about right now?  

Freddy didn't really think about anything. He couldn't do it, his body felt hotter than ever and he unwillingly felt his cock hardening without knowing why. It wasn't exactly the Doctor talking.

-Doctor...Please stop this," Freddy's voice was breathy but pleading. Herman scoffs

-But... We're just getting started, my dear. I don't think you're that mentally weak, are you? I have some questions to ask you and I know you will answer me truthfully, won't you?

-I have nothing to tell you... .... Please, Doctor...

-First question: You were a gardener at that day care center, right?

-I... Yes... I was Badham's gardener...

-Very good... We're making progress, eh? Herman smiled at her with pleasure. He licked her ear to further increase the panic and excitement.

-How did you get there?

-I...A teacher offered me to work there...I accepted.

-Did you accept because you like gardening?

-Yes... I have always liked that area.

The Doctor forcefully grabbed Freddy's crotch which made him have a painful scream. His cock was hard and that force felt even more painful.

-You're full of shit, you know that's not the only reason why you accepted.

-I swear, Doctor... -Please...

-You know the other reason, tell me loud and clear.

-I...I wanted to be with them...Close to them.

-About whom?

Freddy sighed with pain, Herman with every second he squeezed it harder and harder and it became more and more painful. He wanted an answer, an honest answer.

-From my children...

The Doctor slowly releases his crotch. A moan of relief escapes Freddy's lips. With his hand he holds his area because of the pain of it. The hardness soon became even uncomfortable and he did not know how to stop it.

-Why do you say "your children"? You were just a gardener in that place

-I...

.....

''Mr. Freddy, you're cheating! You found me too fast!''

''I know you perfectly well, little one. And since I know you, I know that you hide among the dumpsters, you're very naughty.''

Freddy smiled at the boy and stroked his head. He felt his soft hair between his fingers, while the little boy looked at him with an amurro. Freddy quickly found the other children and they accused him of cheating.

.....

-I...I knew them all...as well as their parents. I loved them as much as if they were my own flesh and blood.

-What do you mean, their parents? How did you know them so well, according to you?

-I dedicated time to them...Their parents worked long hours and I spent more time than them...Sometimes they arrived much earlier than usual because they had a work meeting, I gave them breakfast and I was in charge of giving them warmth and love like them.....

Herman looked at Freddy seriously as the sweat ran down his body and he tried with a super human effort to keep his composure. He didn't understand why he had such a sick obsession with those kids, he was just a gardener, what the fuck should he care about those brats? His job was to take care of the plants, not to babysit them.

-Why did you care so much about those children? So much that you ended up condemning yourself?

Freddy, because of the hardness he had, could not speak at all well. He kept having flashbacks and they were getting worse and worse increasing not only his toughness, but his own mental twists.

-I... I just wanted them to be happy, they needed me....

-What makes you think they needed you in the first place?

-They loved me and I loved them... They always gave me drawings, but my favorite was the one of my little Nancy, a sketch of the two of us. The two of us happy, one of the most beautiful tokens of love, you know?

....

Ah! It hurts so much! That thing hurts so much!''

''I must throw you out so that your wound does not get infected''.

One of the nursery girls had fallen and scraped her knee. Her beautifully pale pink dress was soiled with dust. Tears were running down her eyes and Freddy gently dabbed some alcohol on her so that her wound would not become infected. With his slender fingers he touched her legs gently, feeling the softness of her skin and the fat on her legs. While Freddy looked at the wound serenely, in his mind he was happy, it was the first time he had ever touched such soft skin.

-Children can love anyone they spend time with. Why the fuck do you feel so special?

-Because... We had a bond, we were friends and we supported each other.

Freddy was moistening his parched lips with his saliva, while every minute he was sweating even more and his body was begging for a cold shower or anything that would release him. Herman was trying to get his mental gears working in his head, but that would do it sooner or later.

-I see...and tell me why did you take pictures of them?

-I...I didn't force the children to do that...They agreed to do it.

-Did they really agree to be photographed like that, or did you manipulate them into it?

....

''Uncle Freddy, why are you sad? Are you sick?''

''I'm just a little sad, sweetie. but don't worry, I'll get over it soon.''

We love you very much, Mr. Freddy. We can help you to feel better''.

"Oh, my darlings. They are such sweeties''.

We want him to play with us''.

''Yes! We want you to find us!''

Freddy smiled tenderly, how could he feel sorry when he had them? Yes, it was what he had done that made him feel a dread he had never felt before. It was the first time guilt had enveloped him like a net of fish but he was satisfied. He hadn't done anything wrong...had he? ....

......

-Stop, please....

--So you manipulated them like the bastard you are, didn't you?

-No...

Herman again grips Freddy's hard but tiny cock even tighter. An even more piercing scream came from his lips and his eyes watered up.

-Please, Doctor, don't hurt me....

-If you don't want me to hurt you, answer me truthfully then," Herman's voice stopped being soft and became more and more serious and threatening, provoking panic in Nightmare who could not move.

-Did you?

-I just told them that I was feeling sad and that it could cheer me up....

-That's manipulation, damn it!

-I didn't mean it! I swear! -Please, Doctor!...

Freddy's voice was getting even sharper and more pleading in the disturbing presence of Herman who was looking at him more and more enraged. At least he was making progress as he acknowledged that he took pictures of him and manipulated them to do so.

-When you took the photos, how did you feel?

-I... I was afraid... But I was happy because they did that for me, we were closer than ever. But I was also afraid that the teachers would know, they wouldn't have accepted it....

-The teachers never suspected you?

-No... I was always very kind to them and they never knew about our secrets with the children....

-What secrets?

-Doctor... I can't...

The Doctor pulled his hair hard, so hard that he even pulled out a few hairs. Freddy groaned in pain and finally tears began to fall from his eyes.

-I ask you again, what secrets? It's no use keeping them hidden, those ''Children'' are no longer with you, they forgot you and burned you.

Freddy had a trickle of voice and a stutter at this point. Being burned alive by them was still a wound that would not fully close.

-Our secret games in my lair...

-What games? ....

Freddy with his wet eyes looked at the Doctor. He was not able to ask anything else, as he knew the crude answer.

The Doctor releases him, causing him to look at him confused and dizzy. He felt fucking hot and it wouldn't go down, he even felt his thighs getting wet.

-Oh... Another question. I see you like smells...Do you have a good memory with that?

-Just the smells I like... Freddy gasped in response. He couldn't stand it anymore with that erection, but he wasn't able to get up or do anything with the Doctor present.

-Herman grinned maniacally and covered his eyes with one hand. Herman pulled a piece of cloth from the plate cover and held it up to Freddy's nose.

-Smell this.

Freddy smelled the scent of that piece of cloth. A cloud of memories flooded him like a torrential rain and Herman felt his eyes tear up even more.

....

''What's the matter, little Nancy?''

''My mom made me a hairstyle and I don't like it, it's ugly''.

''You look very beautiful little Nancy''.

''I wanted braids! Uncle Freddy, can you braid my hair? They look very nice on you''.

"Sure, cupcake. Sit with me and I'll do your hair the way I know you like it.

Little Nancy tenderly sat on his lap and Freddy took a soft brush and gently removed the pigtails from her hair. With a humming sound she began to comb her silky long and shiny hair, Freddy caressed her with clear tenderness and brought his nose close to her hair: A delicious smell mixed between shampoo and strawberry perfume which he could never forget, it was the last time he could smell it as warmly and vividly as that day. Gently hugging and purring her, little Nancy feels happy that she will have her favorite hairstyle thanks to Freddy. Freddy finally feels complete and not useless, he knows it's not healthy... But he doesn't want to assume it.

....

-So? Do you remember what it is?

Tears ran down his cheeks. Having remembered this broke him, he also wasn't able to tell Herman what that smell was from, he knew what he would tell him.

The Doctor again pulls his hair hard and another painful grunt appears

-Come on, Freddy... I want you to tell me, I want it to come out of your mouth... What is it?

-My little Nancy, that was her smell....

-Was this garment hers?

Herman shows him the garment and it was a light pink dress with white ribbons. Freddy nods sadly

-As I told you, you have to break the past, don't you? That's the main thing in order to get better from your disorder.

-I'm not sick....

-You're a pedophile, Frederick. Get it through your head

-I didn't hurt them...

-That is severely debatable, you are disgusting. Why do you remember the smell of a girl? You are repulsive.

-Yo....

-Well, we're here for your treatment. And to get you off to a good start, first of all, I want you to do it yourself. I want you to burn the garment with this candle yourself.

-No...I can't do it....

-Very well, then I'll increase the dose of paralysis and you'll stay the rest of the days like that. Is that better for you? Besides, you won't be able to move and it will be better for... Using you very well, don't you think so?

-No!...I beg you! I will do it!...Don't paralyze me, please Doctor!

-Then do it.

Freddy trembling took the small garment and placed it in the candle flame. The little dress quickly began to burn as he had burned so many years ago. He felt all their fond memories vanish in the blink of an eye, he swore by all that was holy that he didn't hurt them. He loved them too much for that, love in every way. A love that for him was not bad, no one understood it, least of all the Doctor.

Freddy had been concentrating so hard on the dress that the flames almost burned his fingers and a panicked scream came out of his mouth. He was terrified of fire after all since that was why he had died anyway, a mocking laugh appeared from the Doctor.

-This is a breakthrough for you!" The Doctor pats her on the back. Freddy wipes his teary eyes with a hand, that dress was one of the few things that had ever made him fully happy and he felt his heart broken again, just like when the Doctor broke his pictures in front of his eyes.

-Now...Like the good obedient patient you are, you have earned your delicious dessert.

Freddy was sweating, his sharp cheekbones felt hot as an oven, his member hard as a small twig, his gaze reflected between sadness and excitement from the aphrodisiac the Doctor gave him.

Herman, like a gentleman, gently opens the lid of the plate cover and shows Nightmare the dessert: It wasn't something sweet, it wasn't even edible... A confused look appears in Freddy's eyes who doesn't quite recognize what it was. Slowly he approaches, they were sheets of fluttering paper, which could not be distinguished at all because of the darkness of the room. He brings the sheets closer to the candles, enough to make out what it was without burning them and when he finishes understanding it, he feels as if the world fell on his feet: they were all the pictures that the Doctor had taken of him while he was fucking him with Evan. Freddy turns away because he doesn't want to see them.

-What's the matter Freddy? -Don't you want to see yourself? You look too cute in them...

-No, Doctor, please... Don't make me look at them, I beg you...

-Look at you!" the Doctor shouted at him as he had never shouted before. This made her startle and almost gave her a heart attack. Herman took the pictures and placed them on her face, holding her neck so that she would not look away from the pictures.

Freddy looked at his face covered with burns. Only once had he seen himself with them and he had forgotten what he looked like. He closed his eyes as thick tears fell, he had really changed a lot. He looked like a rotting corpse with big burns on his cheeks which looked stringy, his eye in bad shape and the other eye in good shape looking at the camera, licking both cocks with his thin reptile like tongue.

-Why are you showing me this? Freddy shouts with a melancholic and depressing cry, he was begging to leave those pictures, as he hated his physique with those horrible burns.

-Because I remember you had pictures of the children, lots of them, didn't you? What did you do with them when you were alive? Herman approaches him, smiling at him and caressing his thighs.

-Nothing, I swear! I just kept them!

-You know you're lying, Frederick," Herman replies, starting to run electricity through his hands and electrocuting his neck. Not hard enough to burn or hurt him, but enough to make him feel pain and dizziness.

-Please, what do you want me to do?

-Look at the photos, I want you to do exactly the same as you did with the previous ones you had.

-Please...Don't force me...Especially if you are here.

-You will have to do it, it is a method to cure you. If you don't accept, I will have to proceed with another stricter method since you don't want to cooperate- Herman fiddles with the syringe full of paralytic, he was fully prepared to inject it directly into his neck.

Freddy pursed his lips. He was totally cornered and subdued before the Doctor who was staring at him, who had no intention of moving. Tearfully and with a disgusted look on his face he pulled one of the pictures closer and stared at it, he wanted the most subtle one to see. He found one of him with the Doctor's cock in his mouth and brings his right hand to his hospital shirt and lifts it up until his member is exposed. His hard pale cock was wet and he had no choice but to start touching himself even though the Doctor was looking at him. After a while, that didn't really matter anymore, he felt so horny that one way or another he needed to.... It starts as gentle movements, he had forgotten how to satiate himself...It had been years since the last time he did it. It disgusted him to see himself like that, he even closed his eyes at this, but the Doctor throws a punch to the table making him startle with his heart escaping from his body.

-Don't close your eyes, Freddy. I want you to see yourself in every photograph and admire your peculiar beauty in them.

Freddy with each rub, increasing the pace. His tears were rolling down his cheeks from this strange torture. Not only did he have to masturbate seeing his disgusting appearance, but he also had to do it in front of the man who raped him in the pictures, who was watching him with a smiling look seeing his patient being so obedient. Also seeing Freddy's pitiful, humiliated and aroused face left him horny. Enough to get even closer to watch Freddy try to satisfy himself so pathetically by seeing his worst version. Freddy in a futile attempt to finish quickly, brings one of the pictures shown licking Evan's cock up to his lips and lets his now more human and warm tongue appear.

He licks the photograph feeling the softness and taste of the paper on his tongue. The Doctor laughs sadistically at this, as he was not pretending what he was doing.

-YOU'RE A SICK FUCK! KEEP GOING LIKE THAT! TAKE AWAY THE HEAT YOU'RE FEELING RIGHT NOW!

Freddy licks the pictures trying to remember the things that really ''turned him on'' But he can't do it. Looking at the pictures, he only sees some shit more horrific than the previous one: burns that almost let you see his jaw, deformed lips, almost extreme pallor, an eye in terrible condition, a sack of bones that was being defiled by two men much bigger than him. Being full of the semen of those who raped and mocked him, a doctor who experimented on him and at this moment was in the same room, staring at him with his luminous eyes, observing how he made desperate attempts to ejaculate but was unable to do so and it was obvious why.

Desperation began to run through his mind. The frictions he was giving himself weren't enough and the Doctor was going to electrocute him if he realized he was thinking *About them* to climax.

At an insatiable point, Freddy looked at the Doctor's pants, which had formed a bulge at the fascinated look Herman was witnessing behind him. He slowly placed one hand on his hip and with the other stroked his zipper and belt to unbuckle it.

Herman looks at him and purses his lips.

-Do you want my cock? You'll have to ask for it, begging for it.

Nightmare sighs pitifully. He didn't really want to do it, but seeing his pictures wouldn't make him come nearly as much and his horniness wouldn't go down with absolutely nothing. He wasn't sick enough to ejaculate seeing himself in his worst state...He hated his physique and Herman knew it, so he wouldn't hesitate to torment him for his amusement.

-Please...Please Doctor...Let me do it.

-Mmm? What do you want to do?

Licking...-Freddy bit his lips hard. He knew he was saying it for the moment and not because he wanted to. The mere fact that he had to ask it that way humiliated him even more.

-Say it clearly, I want to hear your cute human voice asking for it.

-Please...I want to lick your cock, I beg you- Freddy's voice sounded so pleading that Herman looked at him happily pleased.

-Oh...That's what I wanted to hear, use your mouth to make me finish then.

After a few attempts, he manages to unbutton his clothes and Freddy takes his huge cock in his right hand. He looks at the girth and without much hesitation, puts it in his mouth and sucks it as if his life depended on it. The Doctor feels his mouth warm and a much more human tongue than usual. To his sadness, he doesn't feel those cheek reliefs he had with the burns nor does he feel the cold that combined with the huge piece of boiling flesh he possessed. But it still felt amazing, especially that Freddy still had a hard time closing his mouth because of the size and could only get less than halfway in. Freddy was finding an appropriate rhythm for his own masturbation, as well as for the blowjob he was giving the Doctor. With his huge hand he held Freddy's head, while he cried with helplessness as this sensation was uncontrollable and to his misfortune he still could not come.

-God... Your throat squeezes me unbelievably tight.

The Doctor held his head tighter and tighter and the saliva was building up in Freddy's mouth making his cock extremely wet. Freddy had sped up as much as he could his own masturbation to ejaculate fast.

Freddy's mouth felt so wet that the Doctor quickly felt like cumming. He moved his hips frantically as he simply listened to the pitiful sounds of the man below who was choking on saliva and loss of air but that didn't matter to Herman. He pulled Freddy's hair tightly in this step and with enormous force thrust the whole of Freddy's head as in a futile effort he tried to get the whole cock into his mouth. A powerful guttural gasp comes out of the Doctor's mouth as a jet of semen enters Nightmare's mouth which mixes with his own saliva. Herman with his electricity sends a powerful shock through his penis making Freddy's whole mouth tingle and that vibration runs through his whole body, especially the back of his neck and finally he finishes ejaculating soiling his hand.

-Make sure you serve all my cum with that mouth..." The Doctor grabs Freddy's neck and stares at him. His red eyes watering from the hard session stood out against his pale skin. Like an obedient patient, he swallows that huge amount of cum as if it were a delicious cream, even the Doctor with his fingers makes him open his mouth to observe that he had swallowed it all, humiliating him even more.

A pleased smile comes from the Doctor

-Not only did you manage to ejaculate yourself by looking at your beautiful pictures while being burned, but also on your own you wanted to give me a blowjob. That's quite a breakthrough, don't you think? You also burned a childish garment you had in storage...I am so proud of you, you are so obedient...The Doctor strokes his hair gently, really congratulating him on his progress.

Freddy looked at him in panic. He never thought the Doctor was capable of it, never thought he would even keep the photos, let alone show them to him. How cruel could he really be?

-Oh, by the way... I like you better with your burns, I don't know... You look more attractive to me.

-Freddy asked with confusion. No one had ever said anything like that to him before.

-Yes, you look much more attractive to me, I have peculiar tastes I guess. The Doctor smiles softly.

Freddy was still under the effects of the aphrodisiac and felt that this response deep down turned him on, but he wasn't able to say anything. He had never been told before that he looked ''good'' with burns and something inside him stirred. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he looked like a dog getting affection instead of beatings for the first time. Herman notices that change in expression and smiles to himself. He knows he's broken, he knows he hates his burned physique, he knows he has no self-esteem and at the slightest show of affection will give in easily.

-You must go back to the living room. You know my motto, if you behave well and cooperate with me I will treat you very well. If you show the same progress, if you don't cooperate, I will have to be hard on you and you don't want that, do you?

Freddy fearfully shook his head.

-Very good, that's the way I like it," the Doctor winked and put him back in the dark room.

-I hope you enjoyed my dinner. I'll come again later, dear...Rest.

The Doctor closes the door to the room and when the silence along with the darkness enveloped Nightmare, he went back inside himself analyzing everything that had happened. He huddled in the corner and broke down crying inconsolably, remembering himself with the burns and his deformity. The before and after of his fatal change, his favorite dress of the love of his life turning to ashes and a Doctor enjoying everything he saw. She falls asleep in the corner next to fear, grief and uncertainty. She had already lost track of the days and didn't know how much time she had left with the Doctor.

When will their suffering end?

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XV PUNISHMENT: PART FIVE

Freddy's 3rd day at the Institute: Physician and patient perspectives.

After all that had happened regarding the dinner and the aphrodisiac liquid that no doubt helped a lot with the treatment, the Doctor escorted Freddy back to the dark, freezing room where he held him captive, with a great feeling of satisfaction that he had made good progress with his patient. Freddy had in his mind what Herman had remarked to him about his appearance "You look much better with burns" and he still had that unusual statement swimming over his head. He had never been told anything like that before and he doubted he would ever forget it. Technically Herman inside wasn't lying. It wasn't that he looked more attractive with burns, but he looked much more pitiful and vulnerable to him than being a human, so obviously he would prefer him with burns and his powers reduced. What better way was there to dominate him? He was like a poor patient who fought for his life for a long time and just doing whatever he felt like doing thrilled him as much as his old memories where he experimented on spies. But this time it was even better as Freddy was not a human, he was a demon and without those powers, he was literally just a sack of bones and skin which could barely support himself. Cold as a corpse, white as snow and pitiful as a zombie. Herman like a gentleman carried him by the shoulders and set him down in the doorway of the darkened room, enveloping them both in total darkness. Freddy stares at the Doctor and not a single word comes out of his mouth, only a look of resignation along with a strange glint in search of something else which the Doctor could not describe. With a cordial smile, Herman gently closed the heavy metal door with a clanging sound. The Doctor took a couple of short steps, hesitating whether he wanted to listen a little if his patient did something or not. Finally he decided to listen to his mind and put his ear to the cold door to hear his patient behind it. At first he heard nothing, except for a couple of footsteps. Had he fallen asleep so quickly? No, he didn't hear the gurney rattle so he assumed he was standing. Herman closed his eyes and tried to improve his sense of hearing, so that he managed to hear sounds that previously went unnoticed to him: the icy wind hitting the walls of his institute, electrical sounds due to unstable connections in some areas, his own labored breathing.... He had never realized that Nightmare was actually right about his breathing: it was incredibly loud and strident, as if he was having trouble sucking air into his nostrils. He envied his hearing since Freddy with his powers had a more powerful ear than his. Herman loses track of how many minutes he stood listening, long enough to feel his ear numb from the material of the door and the skin on his bare arms grow cold from the time he stood. Finally, he manages to hear a melancholy sound, a depressing cry as if he were witnessing the funeral of someone very dear to him. He also hears some pitiful soft mumbling, which he had to make a superhuman effort to hear along with the wind of the place and his own labored breathing.
"My God, what have I done?" his patient begins to wail and the Doctor feels a scraping sound on the wall, like someone rubbing their body on it and finally falls all the way to the floor. The voice becomes increasingly between clipped and wet, even his nose had gone slack from crying. "Forgive me Nancy, I tore your favorite dress."
This sentence made her break down even more. The volume of her crying had increased dramatically and he was finally letting out everything he hadn't been able to get out before because of her paralysis. he was crying as if he had seen her "Nancy" die and was holding her corpse in her arms or so the Doctor assumed, who had a curious look on his face at these words. "When will I get out of here?" were some of the last murmurs the Doctor managed to hear before finally that crying and those voices were silenced completely. Herman tried to listen some more, but he doesn't manage to hear anything else for now. Forgetting how long he had been listening, he straightens his back listening to his vertebrae creak...He had to stop that habit of hunching over so much, although due to his height it was impossible not to, especially with his patient as it reached below his shoulders. Finally he leaves the cold metal door and walks with relaxed steps to his office.

The Doctor arrives at the office and opens Freddy's folder again, gathering everything he had written about him. He rereads it again and begins to think about the personality he was seeing and analyzing.

First of all, Freddy while he could be very aggressive as an angry cat, he didn't think that was his main personality. In fact Herman believed him to be very docile, quiet and unassuming. With a nervous attitude and if he had a passion for gardening, he came across as someone who was very patient. In fact Herman has no taste for flowers at all except for the beauty of them and actually working on them would seem like boring crap...what fun is there in watering plants or digging holes in the ground? The Doctor remembers reading something about medicinal plants years ago and swore that each one needed special care to grow, as well as the right climate...What delicate shit and not even a thank you from the motherfuckers. Well, gardener of a nursery in his mind would seem like the most stressful shit that could exist, but to Freddy it was the opposite. He was close to both things he liked: flowers and kids...But the main question was did Freddy like all the kids at the daycare? Why with that little girl named Nancy was it a much sicker bond than with the others? Freddy didn't seem like a pedophile with a taste for a specific gender. Sure, he had a preference for girls, but boys were no slouch in his depravities either. Herman was aware that pedophiles had their own tastes, just as adults have tastes for adults. Age range is one of them. There are pedophiles who have an initial age range to a final age range for their own taste. Apparently so, the children in the photos looked about three to five years old. Could it be because that age is where they have the greatest mental maturation that will affect their adolescence? At that age children begin to be able to engage in conversations with adults, generate empathy, greater curiosity and greater attachment not only with their parents.

The biggest questions Herman had were: How did he realize he had those tastes? Why did he love Nancy so much over the other kids? What was so special about that little girl? And really the strangest question: Didn't any of the parents realize that SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH HIM? How is anyone who has a vast knowledge with psychology, and even someone who is not educated able to tell from leagues away that it is not normal for a gardener to play with children...Were they all jerks? Were they breastfeeding them with mercury? Everything was wrong about this...I had only two answers to the last question. Either they really didn't know Freddy and knew it when they noticed the strange attitudes of their children, or their patient really seems to be a genius at appearances and they really believed he was someone healthy who was just doing his job and helping the teachers from time to time. The second option for the Doctor seemed more accurate, since in this realm, Philip managed to charm him even knowing what he did and certainly if Herman didn't have so much knowledge because of Freddy's depravities, he would have been charmed as well. It's not really that he was a seducer, in fact he seemed like a virgin guy that if you gave him a condom he wouldn't have a clue how to put it on, but...Something about him seemed to come across as ''nice'' in the eyes of others. Herman never had that, not even when he was a kid. Always addicted to the psychology books and attempts at mental manipulation he got out of them, he got it on with his parents thanks to some looped music he found, they were always fighting because of him. There were subliminal messages to manipulate people, there were attitudes that did the same and charm was not something the Doctor radiated, in fact he always spread panic...Even with his companions who did not dare to challenge him.

Herman finihed jotting down a bit of what he had noticed about his patient and realizes he has no pictures of his new appearance. He got mad at himself with a grunt for forgetting such a huge detail and wasting the opportunity of paralysis for it...But it didn't matter, he would see about that later. He checked his pocket watch and while there was no notion of dates, there was no notion of times and it was 4:30 in the morning. He settled in, making his back and this time his neck rattle again, accompanied by a cracking sound. Herman could go without sleep if he wanted to, but this time he needed a light rest to refresh his mind. He put his patient's folder away with the others and slowly got up from his seat walking to another room hidden from the others: It was his own room with its own bed. An old bed but much bigger than the stretchers in his institute and in it he could better accommodate his heavy and muscular body. It had some windows facing outside and they were slightly open, making the snowy wind come in stronger and hit his dark skin with cold but relaxing sensations for the Doctor. He completely removes the strap from his head leaving his face with no contraption other than the wires on his head. Without that strap his face softened a bit, showing a man with his face burned and wrinkled...Those things took a toll on his appearance but there was physical humanity left at least. The Doctor plans to get at least two hours of sleep, to refresh his head from the questions that had been keeping him awake for some time. While part of him was satisfied, another part still had too many questions...too many questions and not enough time. Five days was not enough for him, the days were flying by and he really wanted to continue to observe his patient as a human being. Although he didn't want to admit it, deep down he was confused, not about what Freddy was, but what he wanted from him. Suffering and healing were clearly two things he completely craved, but at the same time he didn't understand why he felt this sense of wanting to do so much with him. Not just make him suffer and punish him, but he also enjoyed feeling him close and even taking care of him as if he were a pet. Sex was another point which he had to address...As a human his blowjob felt pretty good, not as good as his demonic side, but he finally felt like an ordinary person. The others were human as far as the word could go, but they had lost that presence. They were nothing more than beasts in human guises and he was included in this. Freddy's appearance was no slouch either, it was a brutal change. Thin, white body, medium long and messy hair, sharp face whose jaws could be noticed and dark circles under his eyes that gave him an almost sickly look. This appearance was definitely peculiar to some people, someone who loved flowers and perhaps tranquility. Freddy's eyes without burns were much more luminous and expressive, always reflecting nervousness, fear and melancholy. A look that for the Doctor was exciting, he didn't think he would run out of it. The Doctor also believes that this drastic change in appearance greatly affected her mind, shattering it like a glass falling hard on the hard floor. That appearance was surely the only pleasant or passable thing he had to survive in society and it was taken away from her in the worst way of all. That he could see it...He could see Freddy's gaze flood with sadness and his mind was tripping over the photographs noting his current pitiful appearance. It was fascinating, and that the Doctor actually liked him better with burns also made him feel insane, more than he already was, since he was attractive before that. But there was no comparison for him....That even paler skin, even more haggard eyes, much thinner and bony body...Much weaker appearance. But the best thing for him was his body temperature, cold as his Institute which felt amazing for his body and his hot cock enjoyed it the most. He wanted to fuck him, he wanted to torture him, he wanted to make him cry and break him, but at the same time he wanted to hug him and make him cuddle up to him like a cat looking for warmth...His own mind wavered between the enormous thirst for suffering and ''affection'' based on what that word was for Herman. Why did he hesitate so much about what he wanted to do? Why did he feel that five days were too little? Did he enjoy Nightmare's stay in his Institute so much? Shit...He really felt like he was losing control of his own human emotions and inside they made him sigh...They made him doubt and Herman Carter was not a doubting killer. It made him feel weak and ....Human. He gave up his humanity a long time ago, from the moment he couldn't take it anymore and hit his partner with a piece of wood, or maybe much earlier...He didn't really remember. As he lay on his bed, old memories flooded his head, electroshock, fights, experiments, hatred. He lost his head in the experiments and was destroyed like a bomb placed in a bank. As he closed his eyes, a fleeting memory flahed through his mind, which was the shower he had with Nightmare. There for the first time he didn't attack him, but instead helped him with the nearly freezing water and kissed him. he doesn't quite know why he really did it, part of it was obviously to torment her vulnerable patient, but at the same time he enjoyed that wet, shivering kiss. Besides, sleeping with him wasn't a bad thing...He felt a cold, thin thing attached to his warm body with shaky, irregular breaths, along with a cry he was doing his best to silence. What did he really want to do with Freddy...His eyes closed and he fell sound asleep for a few hours before continuing his research.

The Doctor wakes up again and checks his time: It was 7:30 in the morning. He had slept much more than he had planned and that made him grumble. He also had dreams which he didn't remember exactly, but they were shadows coming and going back and forth...He didn't really care. He got up in a hurry and decided to take a cold shower to fully awaken his body, so he walked to the nearest bathroom and undressed completely, leaving his clothes carefully folded aside. He turns both handles and an icy chain of water runs straight down his bald, wire-covered head all over his dark, huge body. He takes some water with both hands and rubs himself hard as a way to fully awaken from that sleep that was much shorter than usual. The cold shower brought back memories, the same memories he had before he fell asleep...In which he threatened Nightmare and this one crying drops the water on his delicate skin like a spider's web. The Doctor holds the wall of the shower and bows his head in confusion and annoyance. Why were those memories coming back to his mind? Fuck, since when did he find what he was doing so exciting? He was there for one reason: to cure him of his disorder and if he could make him suffer, so much the better. But why did he feel sensations other than suffering, experimentation and agony? At that moment, he wanted her to take a full shower with ice-cold water and for that to feel like flesh cuts or stabs through his body. But no, he went into the bathroom with him and made sure not only that he did not get too much water, but also that he did not provoke electricity so that his weak body would not suffer any damage. Why did he do it? Why so much concern?...After a sigh he cuts the shower water and dries his body with a towel he had next to his folded clothes, he looks at himself in a mirror and notices that he forgot the strap of his head which has the hooks of his mouth and eyes. He didn't mind, he had no rituals today so he could leave that contraption behind for a while. He dressed in his typical clothes and went back to his office, which had a small television set broadcasting black and white images. He turned it on and watched the transmission: it was a security camera and it was broadcasting live from the room where Freddy was locked up... It was time to find out what he was doing all alone.

*~~~*

Herman turns on the television and looks closely at one of the four cameras in the room in total. Each of them was in the corners and to his misfortune, they had no sound. The darkness of the place was quite dark and he had to adjust his enhanced vision to see every detail of the room. The stretcher which he left for Freddy to sleep on, a pillow and a thin heet to cover his body even though that was not enough for the winter cold of the room. He observed every detail carefully and noticed that his patient was not at that point. This camera was pointed directly at his patient's gurney and he was not on it. Had he woken up? Strangely enough, the Doctor worried for a second and with a remote control he changed the perspective of another camera and still could not see him. He couldn't see himself on the stretcher or even under it, he had hidden like a small animal looking for a place to hibernate. The darkness was not an impediment to his vision, but he was absolutely sure that he could not see him in those perspectives. Where had he hidden? Finally he changed the perspective of the third camera again and managed to find a small white lump in a corner. His patient was in a dark corner sitting with his arms on his knees and didn't seem to be moving. Was he asleep? Did he fall asleep in that corner? Then that was the rasping sound Herman heard through the door in the early morning...His patient looked as pitiful as ever. In her hospital gown which covered her up to her thighs like a thin dress, slender legs bowed down to her chest and her head hidden between her arms. Unlike the other spies he had previously locked in that room, Freddy was very different from them. The spies were fighting, screaming, banging on the metal door so hard that the noise could be heard throughout the institute. Herman remembers that more than once he had problems with some of them, they were physically stronger than him and fought better than him, so he had to train himself to be able to reduce them. He also used stun guns or electric tasers along with cruel torture as a method of punishment and mental breakdown. But Freddy did not look like those strong ''patients'', who could go days without food, days without sleep, capable of dying for keeping secrets. He just looked like an ordinary man who didn't know why he was there. At the same time Herman gets angry with himself because he knows that the person who is there is not a white pigeon, he is a pedophile and child molester who is not able to recognize that he did something wrong. But why is he hesitating then? This is the Entity's fault... If I had allowed him to torture, I would have disarmed him part by part just to hear his high-pitched screams and his tears wetting his face. But at least, without physical torture I could enjoy seeing his behavior from different perspectives and discovering his weaknesses. Everyone has them, it was just a matter of time.

A few minutes later, Herman notices Freddy slowly shaking his head and looking all around. He had finally woken up and was anxious about what he would do next. He takes out his folder and prepares his pen to write down the most relevant details of his behavior.

*~~~~~*

Freddy wakes up and feels his body numb and sore from the way he had fallen asleep. His bare legs were unresponsive and he felt shaky. This time there was a slightly dimmer light that he hadn't fully seen, given his position that Herman had left him lying paralyzed. He stares around him and in some part he was grateful that the Doctor was not in the room. He couldn't look at him because of what he did during their dinner. he remembered what he told her and couldn't help but feel something stirring inside her. he slowly moved her body, starting to move her bare feet and bony ankles. Her legs were slowly reacting and also to her thanks, the paralysis had vanihed as had whatever Herman had added to her food. Awkwardly, he stood up from the corner and held onto the gurney so as not to fall. The cold in the room was horrible so he removes the thin blanket from the gurney and barely rolls himself up in it in an attempt to warm his body. He wonders what time it was, but he could tell it was daytime.

The Doctor watched as he awoke and awkwardly held onto the gurney so as not to fall. He wrote down in his folder the time he woke up, how he had slept and how he had woken up. Also the first thing he did was try to tuck himself in with the only thing he had available so it was obvious he was feeling very cold. He wanted to analyze what he would do next in order to continue writing down. The Doctor's eyes showed joy and curiosity before what he would do after that, most likely it would be to better analyze the room where he was confined.

Quickly, he notices that Freddy stares at the corners and first observes the size of the room: it was much larger than he had thought and seen from his perspective. Slowly and covered by the heet he approaches the huge metal door and with his fingers he gives it a light touch. He notices that the door is battered and with huge dents, which indicated that someone hit the door so hard that the only thing he wanted to do was to knock it down, but he did not succeed. Colors mixed between white and brown because of the rust on it. There was a window above the huge door which no normal sized person could reach. Not even the Doctor with his 2 meters high could reach it. From that window a faint white light illuminated the ceiling slightly.  The ceiling had a spotlight right in the center, so Freddy assumes it should have light, so somewhere in there might be the switch.

Herman watched, resting his head with one hand on the desk, while his patient looked curiously around the room. As he did so, more objects became present, which he had not been able to see before. There were two large windows which were completely covered with snow, making the room where Freddy was standing semi-subterranean. A small table, which had something on it which Freddy could not at first recognize properly due to the scarcity of light in the place. There was also a broken toilet. A sink was also broken, as if both were missing a piece. Freddy approaches the sink and touches the faucets, realizing that although the water was running, it was dirty and therefore undrinkable.

As the light gradually intensified, The Doctor was also able to observe much better the attitudes of his patient, who was shyly observing the room. He observed the dirty but white sink and the water running from it, dirty and scarce. Grayish light was beginning to adorn the room and Freddy walked over to the window and touched it, as if perhaps in some attempt to find something to open it but that was not the case. The windows had metal guards on the outside to prevent any kind of escape as there could be prisoners throwing objects to break the window. He notices stains on both windows and they had strange shapes decorating it, Freddy touches them and it doesn't take him long to realize thanks to the light that they were dried blood stains with scratch shapes. He felt his heartbeat quicken and a nervous current ran through him. He could feel the desperation in those tracks, as if they were screaming to escape and this obviously made him desperate. In panic Freddy takes a couple of steps back and feels something bury itself in his foot, like some kind of small stone. A grunt of discomfort comes out of his mouth and holding onto the sink, he lifts his foot to remove the thing he stepped on from the bottom of his feet. Looking down at his sole, he sees a small object which he picks up with two fingers and notices that it doesn't look like a stone. He lifts the small object upwards so that the natural light would give him a better illumination and a look of horror appears on his face: It was a human molar.

The Doctor watches as his face changes back to panic and he throws something that he can't see on the cameras. Freddy stares at everything again thanks to the improved lighting and there was blood almost everywhere. Not only blood, but traces of teeth scattered and that both the sink and toilet were stained with blood along with missing pieces. His stomach churned and he hugged himself like this as a means of comfort, he didn't want to imagine everything that happened in this place and he was afraid Herman would do the same to him. He didn't really know what to do, he knew the Doctor was capable of doing worse things to him than the poor souls that fell into his sadistic hands and he went back to his corner sitting down and biting his thumbnails. The Doctor laughs at this attitude of his patient and happily decides to write it down.

The Doctor does not calculate how long Freddy was motionless. Long enough for his body to fall asleep, so he got up to regain his strength. He could see that Freddy was mumbling to himself, but because the cameras had no sound, he couldn't hear him and he was regretting it. He wihed he could have heard what he was saying. Was he regretting it? Was he wondering how much longer he would be in that place? It could be the most common thing really. The light was bright enough to illuminate almost the entire room and at that moment, Freddy gets up and walks over to the table that was in front of the window. He looks at the object and it was a small potted plant with a dead flower in it. Some petals had fallen and some were still on the flower. Herman knew that sooner or later he would pick up that pot, so it was no surprise when he saw his patient pick it up and look at it with fear and curiosity. With his fingers he touched the petals and they rustled in his fingers. The Doctor thought he would leave it on the table, but Freddy takes it back to his corner and along with the blanket covering its body, places it on the floor in front of him and caresses it. It was as if he was trying to guess what flower it was and why there was a flower in such a cold place like that. He continues to mumble things to himself which he wihes he could hear.

Freddy looked at the flower with curiosity. He wondered what flower it had been, why it was so lonely in such a cruel place like this. Flowers don't tolerate cold climates and it was normal for it to have died, especially if the sun didn't reach it. he was as dead as the other people who had come to that place and he was afraid, very afraid. Thanks to that flower, he could remember when he worked in the nursery taking care of beautiful colorful flowers and also taking care of the children. It was the best point of her life, he had everything he ever wanted: safe food, a roof to sleep under, a job he enjoyed and children, many children whom he loved each and every one of them.

Herman, seeing that his patient was staring at the flower and as if he was talking to it, decides to try something interesting: Give him some food and see how he reacted to it. So he goes to a kind of kitchen and prepares something to eat. It had no poisons, no paralytics, nothing that would affect it... It was just normal food and he wanted to see its reaction.

Freddy, as a way of de-stressing and to take his mind off the horrible things in the room, fiddles with the small flower, stroking it and feeling the dry petals through his cold fingertips. He tries to attach the fallen petals to the flower without success. He loved flowers and actually doing yard work relaxed him to the point that he thought of nothing else. It was deathly quiet, except for the sound of the wind blowing in through the gaps in the door. This cold breeze made Freddy try to curl up as best he could to the heet without much success. He missed his clawed glove, the metallic sound he made with them, tearing things or playing with them calmed his anxiety when he felt strangely nervous. That glove he wore as if it were a normal hand and when he didn't have it on he felt as if he had lost his hand. He looked at his bare hands and missed the feel of it. He remembered when he created it: a flexible, novelty glove for pruning garden branches more comfortably. Then he put it to slightly more obscure uses like cutting soft, oily children's skins, they weren't such deep scratches, but their delicate skins ran a little blood that made him sigh. He swore that was nothing bad, it was just a game....

In the cold and silence, Freddy managed to hear footsteps and instinctively moved away from the door trying to hide. He was afraid that the Doctor would hurt him again or force him to do more things, the worst case being to paralyze him. The noisy footsteps stop in front of the door and unlike all the other times, you don't hear the rusty handle turning. Instead, you feel a sound almost at the end of the door, there is a narrow opening: It was for the food to pass through that area and so it happened. A plastic tray entered through it and other items inside a paper bag, besides Freddy could not see well because of the distance he had taken. He hadn't realized there was that opening, which took him by surprise and startled him. The heavy footsteps again away from the door are heard shrinking in the distance, he simply went to leave him some food so he would not be so hungry.

The Doctor returns to his office and observes the actions Freddy would take after he went to leave him food. He could see the fear on his face and did not want to go near the green tray, as if it was an explosive device and would harm him. After a few minutes, Freddy decided to slowly approach the tray and nervously took the paper bag to examine it. It was a piece of bread in good condition with...cheese? It appeared to be cheese and a small bottle of milk. While the bread looked appetizing, he remembered the ''poisoned'' food he gave him and a haze of bad memories flooded him. He felt dizzy, wary and afraid. He didn't want the same thing to happen to him again, the Doctor was a bastard, he couldn't trust him. A smile appeared on Herman's face as Freddy put the things down on the tray and cornered himself without touching them. He wasn't going to eat anything the Doctor was going to leave for him, he didn't trust him after what he did to him.

Hours passed and Freddy fearfully began pacing back and forth across the room. The room was big enough that there was a corridor between the stretcher, the small table, the toilet and the sink. You could see the desperation on his face. While he was a silent, observant killer, at least in his world he had plenty to watch or do what he wanted. He fervently cared for his beloved flowers, played with his claws, listened to and watched gossip from the other killers. In his dreams he watched the dreams of others like movies being the only spectator... But here there was nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to hear. There were only four walls which also reminded him of his time in hospital. Five years also between four unconscious walls, with repetitive sounds, voices that he could not always hear, hatred and pain. He looked at the gurney with disgust and lay in the corner or under it covered with the heet. He could feel the screams of old patients in that room, it made him desperate as he didn't want to end up like them. He looked at the tray and his stomach started to growl begging for that bread that looked really appetizing with that little bottle of milk, but fear was bigger than hunger. He decided to explore the nooks and crannies better.

The Doctor saw that he observed the broken ceramic walls and the windows stained with dried blood. He looked at every inch of the cold place, he even found the switch in the room but it was faulty. You could see the look of disappointment drawn on his face. He then approached the door and crouched down to the food opening and tried to open it unsuccessfully, as it only opened from the outside. He was trapped in that place and had absolutely nothing to do in it, the silence was getting more and more heartbreaking and the cold more debilitating. Freddy was trying to remember and imagine other things outside of being in that room, ignoring the request of his stomach and lay down under the stretcher curling up like a cat. He was trying as best he could to put his head in his hands so as not to feel the hard floor and with the heet covering his body, trying to remember the few pleasant moments of his life.

The Doctor observed how he preferred to lie on the floor despite the low temperature of the place instead of using the stretcher, which was much more comfortable. Fear of her? Bad memories? It was possible, not only because of the paralysis, but because of all the time he had been in a coma. He wouldn't be surprised if he tried to avoid them at all costs, even if it meant sleeping on a cold, dirty living room floor. He wouldn't touch the food he gave him either, check the clock and it had been several hours of that, realizing that Freddy really does possess quite a bit of strength or will or cowardice? How long could he go without eating? Without drinking water? And the most important question would he force him to eat? Would he threaten to paralyze him and this time was he going to tube feed him so that he would not be a disobedient patient? Herman also had too many doubts inside him, he was hesitating on how to act. He had tortured him, he had damaged him, he had made him suffer, he had made him remember his times in coma, he had given him food with aphrodisiac, he had made him, due to desperation, end up doing things that he knew he would not have done when he was in his five senses. Maybe it was time to try another technique, he needed to take words out of his mouth, he needed to know his past and the beginning of his ''little problem'' and he couldn't torture him as he would have liked. It was time to change the Switch and do something different, both for Herman and Freddy and I was ninety-nine percent sure it would work.

Freddy was still lying like a ball on the floor under the stretcher, with an upset stomach and slightly dizzy from not eating. In his head ran the image of the untouched bread still on the tray. He swallowed saliva and breathed harder and harder, wanting to taste the food but unable to do so. While he had his eyes closed remembering good times, he hears again some footsteps towards him. This time, the handle moves and he quickly gets up so that he wouldn't see him lying on the floor...Somehow this felt embarrassing. He sits on the gurney with his head down, swinging his thin legs in the air without touching the floor because of how high he was. The Doctor enters his room without the strap on his head which made Freddy stare at him nervously. He had never seen his face so bare and really while his gaze still looked fearsome, it had softened slightly giving way to a man with humanity. He no longer looked like a battle tank thirsty to bust bodies, he looked like a man. His gaze was serious, but he didn't look annoyed, demented or sadistic. He looks at Freddy sitting on the gurney and while inwardly he laughs at the abrupt change in position, his eyes only lit up with seriousness.

-Good afternoon, Freddy. I hope you are recovered from the paralysis. Are you feeling well?

Freddy after looking at him off leash, ducks his head and nods.

The Doctor approaches him and a nervous current ran through Freddy's body What was he going to do to him this time?

Herman looks at the tray and checks the paper bag. Indeed the bread and milk had not been touched.

-Mmm? Hasn't he eaten? Isn't he hungry?

-No... I'm not hungry..." Freddy's voice sounded stuttering and weak. The Doctor approaches him again and leaves the tray on the gurney.

-I'm sure you're hungry, Freddy... Don't lie to me," he reprimanded him gently. He didn't seem annoyed, nor demanding, his tone of voice was gentle.

Freddy was not able to see it. He didn't understand how he was able to realize so easily that he was lying to her and that he was lying to him, was it that obvious?

Or did something give him away? Or did the Doctor simply have the ability to read even the smallest bodily details of his victims? How many people must he have tortured and experimented on to know that? It was terrifying. Freddy's gaze hardens thinking worst-case scenarios and a tap on his shoulder makes those thoughts vanish in a flash.

-I know you distrust the food because of last night, but I swear as a doctor and as a man that this time there's absolutely nothing in it, I'm only concerned that you eat.

-I'm not hungry... I swear...

At that moment, Freddy thought Herman was going to threaten him by paralyzing him or hitting him with his treatment stick and thought the worst automatically, resigning himself to cruel punishment for not wanting to eat. He closed his eyes and tensed his body waiting for any punishment, but seconds passed and not a word came out of the Doctor's mouth causing him to look at him trembling and confused. Herman kept looking at him softly.

-Well, if you say so... I won't force you to eat if you don't want to.

Those words left Freddy paralyzed. It was the last thing he expected to hear from the lips of the sadistic and psychopathic Herman Carter. Was he serious about what he was saying?...He looks at him puzzled, since he was expecting a punishment for that.

-Here, I brought you some clean water too. I hope the food is not wasted, I'll bring you more later.

Freddy looks at the bottle of water, clean, cold and crystal clear. He didn't know whether to accept it or not, he was still afraid it was poisoned but there was no trace of anything potentially dangerous.

-There is nothing in the water either, Freddy. You can drink it if you want, I won't force you to drink it," said the Doctor again, looking at his patient trembling and doubting him. The confusion in his eyes was as noticeable as fluorescent graffiti on a dark wall. Herman's look didn't change, he didn't look angry or threatening... He just looked at him as if a doctor was checking a normal patient.

Trembling, he accepts the bottle and looks at it carefully. He opens the cap and takes a sip, feels the cold liquid run down his dry throat, it feels satisfying. He drinks as if he hasn't had a drink in weeks. Herman smiles softly and Freddy hands the bottle back to him.

--Very good, I'm glad you drank water at least.-The Doctor smiles and decides to leave the room, walking to the exit.

-I recommend that you eat, I don't want your health to be affected by not eating," the Doctor finihes saying, closing the door gently and moving down the silent corridor without stopping.

Freddy couldn't believe the attitude Herman was having at that moment. Was he really him? Was he the same? Was he the same killer bastard he had always known? He felt he had changed, even in presence. While he was still huge and fearsome, he was now more...gentle? Freddy couldn't really describe that feeling, but he felt it. He felt exactly the same when it gently bathed his limp body in a musty tub. It sounded pathetic, but no one had ever touched him so gently despite what he had done to him before. Then that statement about his burns-what was he really up to? Remembering that generated a tingle in his stomach, which could not be stated as a bad thing. His mind was also mixed between fear, trauma and softness. What did the Doctor really want with him? Damn...They both had the same doubts and neither of them knew how to answer it.

Herman returns to his office and watches through the cameras again, Freddy was still sitting on the gurney, swinging his legs nervously and looking at the tray of stuff. The hunger was becoming unbearable at this point, so he finally opens the paper bag and pulls out the bread inside. He takes a light bite of the bread and Freddy can taste the buttery cheese taste on his taste buds, a taste he had forgotten after so many years of not eating and his eyes watered with nostalgia. He no longer cared if the food had poison in it or worse, he just wanted to feel the flavors again like an ordinary person. he felt like someone normal after a long time, no burns, no smell of burnt skin along with the painkillers...Just a faint scent of lavender like when he showered at her old job. he drank the milk eagerly and it was like a memory bomb of her humanity. He even remembered some things from his childhood and it generated a tingle in his body. Herman smiles, his technique had started to work.

The hours continued to pass and it was already beginning to get dark. Freddy was back under the gurney covered with the heet and breathing hard to warm his cold hands. This night was going to be colder than previous nights as the breeze was coming in stronger than ever through the heavy metal door. As best he could he huddled to warm himself, but it wasn't an easy thing to do, his body was still almost naked except for the hospital gown and some socks...He didn't even have any underwear on as the Doctor had taken them off and his wound had healed enough to wear bandages. Freddy was shivering violently and didn't feel like moving as to generate heat, he wihed for something warm to drink like warm milk with cookies. He remembered when he would make chocolate chip cookies for his children and even he would moisten them with warm milk, feeling it melt on his tongue feeling the chocolate. He wanted so much to go back to those times where he was happy, an unnoticed gardener playing with the children and giving them all the ''love'' he could offer.

As he was trembling and closing his eyes, he felt the door rattle again and the thunderous sound startled him. He quickly climbed out from under the gurney, and lay down on it so the Doctor would think he was sleeping on it. In his mind it would be strange for Herman to realize that he was sleeping on the floor, he didn't want him to know that the gurneys made him uncomfortable. Herman enters the room and notices Freddy's bare legs that were cold as a corpse. Freddy pretends to be awakened by the noise and stares at the Doctor.

-Hello again, my patient," Herman greeted even softer than he had hours ago, that softness was sincere.

-It's getting very cold, so I've brought you something to keep you warm," Herman hands him something, leaving it on the gurney. Freddy touches it and feels an incredible softness in it: it was a thick blanket, which looked warm and cozy. Freddy is surprised by such a show of kindness. Herman looks at him and feels the confusion in his eyes again.

-It's a blanket, it's cold, isn't it? It's not the idea of getting hypothermia.

-Why are you doing this?" Freddy asks, looking at him shyly.

Herman smiled mischievously

-Ah? It's just a blanket. You don't think the blanket is poisoned, do you?

-You're being very kind....

Herman lets out a laugh and approaches Freddy, stroking his cold cheek with his warm hands.

-I have already told you several times, you are my special patient and my job is to take good care of you, right? Besides, I see that you have eaten what I brought you and I am quite happy about it. You know my deal, you behave well and obey me, I will treat you as hospitably as possible.

Herman strokes his hair and stares into his eyes. Freddy's eyes looked into the Doctor's and there were a few tense seconds of silence, Herman could see his look of gratitude for this and something inside him shifted. He liked that look, the same look he had when he bathed him. Fear mixed with relaxation, he felt he wouldn't get bored of her.

With his thumbs stroking his chin, Freddy swallowed saliva. He remembered what he told her at dinner and kept thinking about it, but he couldn't let his guard down with him. Maybe what the fuck was he up to....

-I... Thank you, Doctor," Freddy thanks with a breath and covers his bony legs in the blanket. Herman smiles softly and hospitably at him.

--Well, I'll come by later to drop off some more food. -The Doctor walks to the door and Freddy wanted to say something, but his words don't come out of his mouth. He is not able to say anything to him, he is still too afraid of him but he is thankful that Herman had brought him a thick blanket to quell the cold.

The Doctor leaves the room again and Freddy feels the touch of the blanket. Soft, white and it smelled like it was freshly wahed. He covers his body with it and hugs it, feeling much warmer and cozier. He lies down under the gurney and curls up in the blanket looking like a caterpillar. Herman looks at the camera and observes how his patient really enjoys being on the floor even though it is the most uncomfortable shit in the world, maybe for him it was much more relaxing for some reason. He finds that it's oddly....earthy? The way he's lying down. It looked like a sleeping caterpillar hatching and again he felt he was closer to his task.

Freddy can't sleep. His eyes are wide open with many memories flooding his mind, both good and bad. The blanket really warmed him and he felt much more comfortable in it, it was huge. Deep down, he remembered when the Doctor hugged him to sleep, feeling its unnatural warmth on his burning skin. how would he feel at that moment? Those questions left him more puzzled than before, now every thought that crossed his mind ended in that one. The memories of the little children were also present and filled him with nostalgia, along with a suffering that would not go away. But as stupid as it was, there was a period when he imagined the Doctor hugging him as a consolation. He didn't quite know why he imagined that if the Doctor was the least suitable person for it. He gave a deep sigh of confusion, his mind was playing tricks with him and he knew it. The silence was making him even more maddening than he already was, he realized how lonely his existence was, except for the Doctor who since they met never left him alone. He and Wraith were the only ones he had shared the most with, Trapper didn't count because...He only technically raped him. His mind could only remember those voices, along with those of the children but Herman's was the one he remembered most for obvious reasons. His voice wouldn't leave her head even if he tried and the silence only increased the volume of those thoughts. He couldn't stand it, the silence of that shitty place was suffocating him as if he had a noose around his neck. After many confused thoughts he falls asleep like a caterpillar under the stretcher. The Doctor continues to watch with a smile, noting everything.

Freddy wakes up from a nightmare with a start. Sweat was running down his body and he quickly came out of his little hiding place under the stretcher. They were memories, many memories which he had forgotten because too much time had passed and he felt as if he had lost his breath. Tears begin to fall down her cheeks and a loud cry follows after those tears falling to the dirty bloody floor. Herman notices this on camera and is taken aback at this sudden reaction. He hadn't left the camera, Herman didn't need much sleep due to his body being used to going days and nights without sleep, as if he drank liters of coffee with energy drinks to keep himself up.

The Doctor walks to the living room and listens through the metal door, feeling the cold metal in his ear...Thunderous cries are heard in the living room again, this change seemed strange to him. Did his guilt for having burned the dress of the girl called ''Nancy'' come in again? No...This cry sounded much worse, more pitiful, more painful. Herman turns the handle and opens the metal door gently. He enters the room and with his luminous eyes distinguihes a Freddy who was restrained at the sink. This time he stopped his wailing cries, but thick trails of tears were marked on his cheeks, his red eyes and a pleading gaze were riveted on those of the Doctor. Freddy like a zombie moved toward him, standing only inches away.

-Doctor ....Me ....-More tears were falling from his cheeks and his voice was cracking with grief, as if he had committed a crime and felt guilty about it.

-What happened?," Herman asked, staring at him, not understanding what had happened.

-Can I... talk to you? Please...?-Freddy couldn't stand the silence, the emptiness and the darkness, he needed to talk to someone before the madness overcame him.

The Doctor smiles to himself. He had seen it many times before, people are not used to forced isolation, human beings are sociable by nature, they need to interact with others by any means...Or do something to distract them. Freddy was too vulnerable to this, even though his nature was always observant and that was the problem: Nothing to observe but four walls and a dead flower. The only person standing next to him was the doctor himself, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

-Sure... We can talk.

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XVI PUNISHMENT PART SIX: OBEDIENCE

Freddy's 3rd day at school. (around 1 and 2 a.m.)

Herman stared at his patient who had a river of tears on his pale face. His gaze was distressed and on the verge of trauma, he needed to interact with another person, even if that person was his worst enemy.

Gently, the Doctor sits on the gurney and folds his arms, looking much softer than the previous times. He felt a strange feeling, similar to anxiety, as he had knowledge that his plan was working and Freddy could perhaps have a little confidence in him. Freddy watches the huge, intimidating man sit on the gurney, but is unable to stand next to him. In addition to her hatred of stretchers which he prefers away from him, he still panics of the Doctor so he tucks in the thick blanket the Doctor had brought her and nervously sits in the same corner where he played with the dead flower.

-What happened? Herman looks at Freddy who was almost in a fetal position on the floor, curling himself up with the blanket, a lovely sight. Really whatever he dreamed affected him a lot, more than he already was.

-I...I had a nightmare...Freddy looked down with his head down.

Herman looks at him with an arched eyebrow

-Mmm? Is this the first time you've had one? Or did you dream something really bad?

Freddy let out a hoarse sigh. He didn't know how to explain to the Doctor what he dreamed, nor did he know why he told him the above. He just wanted a different sound outside of the winter wind, the electricity of the institute and imaginary screams.

-If you don't want to talk about your nightmare, we can talk about something else to make you forget....

Freddy looks at him with a surprised face. Was Herman really saying that? He knew him. He knew that he would normally have been able to electrocute him and pull his teeth out with a pair of pliers to get the words out. A glint appeared in his eyes and the Doctor noticed. He had to be gentle with him, he had to build trust.

-About what?

The Doctor chuckles

-Hmm? I don't think you don't have a topic of conversation, do you? For example: what do you like about gardening? I can't really see anything interesting in that field.

This question made Freddy relax a little more. He remembered his flowers and they were one of the things that calmed him the most in this hell. He looked at the dead flower and again at the Doctor, who did not look away from him.

-It's like fishing, I suppose... For some it can be relaxing, as well as fun. I certainly found it very relaxing to be able to plant, water and prune shrubs to shape them and make gardens look more attractive to the eye....

-And the day care center where you worked was?

-It was... Very colorful like all the nurseries, they have to look like that to cheer up the children. They also like flowers very much.

-Do you have a favorite flower?

-I think Sunflowers... They represent positivity, they are beautiful....

Freddy observed the Doctor who did not look away and made him shudder. He was so imposing in front of him that he was not even able to control his nervous sensations. He tries to curl up as best he can with the blanket, the Doctor thinks he's had enough.

-Well, I hope this conversation at least helped you forget your nightmare...Go back to sleep.

Freddy increasingly looked at the Doctor with even more confusion and although he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want him to leave...The loneliness was even more torturing than the physical punishments.

-Did you have any hobbies other than this in your youth?

Herman paused briefly. He was going to answer that question, but regretted it.

-Sleep, if I feel up to it, we'll talk later.

The Doctor opened the door and quickly exited the room leaving Freddy huddled against the wall in torturous silence and gripping darkness.

As Herman returned to his office, that question hovered in his mind like a mosquito buzzing in his ear. Herman Carter Did he ever have any other hobbies or any other dreams? He couldn't quite remember. From an early age he always loved the human psyche and wanted to admire it, see it and understand it like an admirer of works of art in a museum.

As Herman sits in the office to write about his patient, he recalled his own history, his own knowledge, and his own memories.

His parents were both teachers. His father was a natural science teacher, his mother was a language teacher, although they were not always able to practice their profession, since at the time they lived, discrimination against African-Americans was still present. Still, Herman's parents had the money to provide their son with what he needed to be much better than they were. They both taught him and even hired a private tutor for him, who discovered not only his fascination with psychology, but an innate talent for memory and knowledge that did not go unnoticed. It was he who began to ignite Herman's small inner flame, a flame that gradually grew and illuminated his mind. But the bigger the flame, the bigger the darkness around it, so it slowly began to burn out.

He began to read more and more obscure and complex books which were not in keeping with his age but still, he did it and what he found inspired him. He wished he could do the same, he wished he could one day be a major neuroscientist and understand the human mind much more. Knowledge is everything and whoever possesses that knowledge can also turn you into a threat.

Experiments with subliminal messages were the beginning of his downfall. He found a cassette tape with looped music among his parents' things, which he played to his parents while they slept. At first nothing happened, but hearing the same sound over and over again began to affect them. There were initial fights, disagreements and even violence. Herman didn't really care, he just smiled that it really worked and that his theory that the commercials contained subliminal messages was true... If you master the mind, you master everything.

Herman was always tall and imposing, even as a child. He stood out from the others because of his height and he had enough physical strength to attract the teachers' attention, but he was never interested in that area, his favorite was the natural sciences. He always excelled in his studies and attracted the attention of the teachers with his intelligence and his good lip. He knew he had to keep up appearances and stand out from the other students to get promoted, especially for someone like him. As he grew up and went to high school, his parents had separated hating each other and no one knew about the dark thoughts that were possessing him either.

Herman finished writing and let out a sigh. No one had asked about his past, nor had he remembered it. All he had in his mind was torture, experiments and suffering, so he recognized that remembering his childhood puzzled him. It was no big deal really, most likely Freddy believed that since he was a child he had killed people to experiment on them, but that was not the case. Although he had to admit that darkness was growing along with voices that begged him to go beyond the human code. Order and peace were the shit of domestic dogs that had lost their fangs...Freedom was knowledge and that knowledge had to be obtained by any means, no matter what. He was a shepherd and the others were sheep, sheep to be controlled like cattle so that there would be ''peace'' in the Doctor's twisted mind.

The Doctor reread his folder and thought that Freddy has been one of his most peculiar ''patients'' to his liking. He experimented on spies, killers, rapists....But never a pedophile. Much less a pedophile who didn't think it was wrong and that made him smile. He looked at the pictures and couldn't help but get excited about what he remembered and what he had in his living room. Feeling his bony body along with his soft skin gave him a feeling in his stomach that he is not able to describe. He didn't feel like he would be bored with him now or with burns...It was strange really. At this point he was partly grateful to the Entity for his condition, as he has gotten to know his patient much better outside of his brutality and they are not unpleasant things. He watched through the cameras and saw how his patient changed his position and preferred to always sleep under the gurney, he didn't care about the coldness of the ceramic or its hardness, he just lay under it like a little lair and that behavior was one of the ones that caught his attention the most.

You are the disappointment of this family, you don't deserve our love, get lost.

Nobody cares what happens to you, you're just a mistake and one more mouth to feed.''

Freddy wakes up again with a numb face. He moves slowly and comes out of his burrow to see if there was any light in the room and to his surprise, there was a very dim illumination. He thought about his nightmares and they were only memories...Dark past memories that he had forgotten after so many years. Memories that he honestly would have preferred not to remember. And the more time he spent in this place, the more memories came to his head as he had nothing else to see or what to distract himself...Was that the doctor's sadistic tactic? He was a bastard...The only one he could talk to and thanks to him he knew he wasn't still in some infinite void. Freddy feels the urge to pee, but he doesn't want to go near the broken toilet covered in human teeth, but the urge to do was unbearable as he had been holding it in for too long.

The Doctor had also fallen asleep for a brief moment in the office. Just like Freddy, he also had some dreams about his past memories, but nothing so relevant for now. He notices that his patient had awakened and slowly approaches the toilet to urinate, he feels the hesitation in his body. He finds it amusing that just releasing his natural waste seems such an uncomfortable thing to do, being that Freddy didn't even have the notion that the Doctor saw everything he did. How he curled up with the blanket, how he sleeps, how he moves his body and paces back and forth like a feline inside a cage...He found him to be a very anxious person out of his tranquility. Finally he watches as Freddy positions himself as comfortably as possible and begins to urinate. It doesn't disgust him at all, he's seen much worse than that, but he decides not to watch out of at least a little respect for his privacy. Freddy as he empties his bladder feels all the pressure in his belly finally release and he feels much better. He wants to clean himself but has nothing, so he just jerks his cock and wants to wash his hands, but the water was so dirty it was much more unhygienic to wash in that shit than not to wash. He flushes and carefully tucks himself in again, he feels his hands dirty and that even more made him desperate. The grime from the molars and the blood worsened his feeble mental composure.

The silence was total. The gray light was slowly coming down through the window illuminating the place, so Freddy decides that this time he would do more than just stay huddled in the corner. He walks to one of the corners of the room and with his fingers touches the tiles on the wall, feeling its coldness on his fingers. He begins to count the squares of it as far as he could see. The room was huge and from a certain distance he could see nothing else. One by one, he counted the squares until, to his misfortune, he lost count. But that didn't matter, at least it was helping him to distract himself from the memories and thoughts that were invading him little by little. Herman through the camera could only see a squatting patient looking at the wall pointing at it and walking slowly like the hidden survivors. He cursed not being able to hear what he was muttering to himself, it was complex to guess what he was really doing. Then he started pointing at the squares and the Doctor assumed he was counting or something like that. If that was the case, he found it amazing what the human brain was capable of doing to distract the user from surrounding thoughts. He looked at the time on a pocket watch, it was 8 a.m., so he decided to hand him something to eat, this time something a little more hearty and see if his patient would also eat with confidence or doubt him.

Faced with the stark silence, Freddy feels heavy footsteps walking toward the door and quickly emerges from his burrow to sit on the gurney with his legs tucked in. The knob opens and the same tray from yesterday appears, along with another paper bag. Freddy watched this action and really deep down wished for another topic of conversation with the Doctor, the silence made him desperate and he was left with many doubts about last night. Feeling again the footsteps leaving the door, he opened the paper bag with genuine interest. This time there was a fresh loaf of bread along with some meat and other things spicing up the sandwich. There was also a green apple and another small bottle of milk.

This time, compared to yesterday, Freddy was much less hesitant about what the breakfast might contain. The aroma of the delicately prepared meat flooded him, so much so that it quickly made his stomach flutter for a bite. Biting into the bread, he felt the meat very soft and juicy...just like the meat at the banquet. At this point he didn't care if it had poison or worse, all he could do was enjoy the food the Doctor brought him and the stony silence of the place.

Herman watched through the camera as Freddy ate enthusiastically and seemed a little more confident than the previous days. That was his intention really, as he knew that sooner or later, Freddy would want to talk to him. Even if it wasn't some conversation so primordial as to know quite how his mind worked, it was just enough to slowly untie him like a shoelace. It was just a matter of a little more time and patience, which the Doctor could have in some things, as in this case.

Freddy finished his meal, put the tray down on the gurney and sat in the corner staring at the musty ceramic walls.He had lost count of how much he had counted, but that didn't matter. There was a cold winter breeze coming through the door and he was extremely grateful for the thick blanket covering his body. The Doctor in his outlook saw that Freddy had stopped eating and returns to his corner curling up with the blanket. The cold was increasing so Herman this time wanted to get Freddy to talk to him, he didn't seem to be someone with many topics of conversation really...In fact he didn't even seem to him to be someone who talked much at all in his entirety. This time he was talking for a punishment, but he didn't seem to have any extroverted nature except when he was having fun chasing survivors like himself, laughing in a deep, demonic way especially when he was killing survivors with his bare hands or when he was dragging them into the dream world.

Now, Freddy's living room resembled the freezer at the Gideon meat plant. He didn't know what was going on, but Freddy felt like the floor was getting covered in ice and the blanket wasn't being enough for warmth. He had stopped feeling his feet because of this. His toes were turning purple and his breath was coming out steaming. His breathing was practically the only thing warm in the place and as an attempt to appease the cold, he hid his body completely inside the blanket and was blasting warm air to himself in order to warm his body. The Doctor looked out of the chamber while drinking coffee. He was invulnerable to the cold, so even if it was 50 degrees below zero, he could carry on as normal and he knew it. He purposely cooled his realm as much as possible to see the actions of his patient, who was still naked in his hospital gown, but with his completely covered body hidden.  

This time, the door sounds this time in a much heavier way than the previous times, because of the freezing of the place. Unlike the other times, Freddy does not come out of his hiding place because he does not want to move from the place... The cold does not leave him.

The Doctor looks around the room and his patient is nowhere to be found, with heavy steps he walks about two steps until he stops and looks at the extreme opposite area to where Freddy was.

-Freddy? Are you hiding?

 Herman crouches under the gurney and observes a white lump lying there without wanting to see it. Freddy felt even his nose and snot freeze, his breathing increasingly uncomfortable. Freddy looks at the Doctor who was still dressed as usual: long white coat with blood stains and sleeveless sleeves that showed his muscular, dark, arms covered with electrical wires.

Oh, what are you doing lying under the gurney Freddy? Don't you think it's better to be on the gurney than on the hard floor?

Freddy does not answer. He doesn't know what to answer him really, he doesn't want to admit to him that he hated stretchers and avoids them at all costs. He spent five years on one of those things and plus a full day with the paralyzed Doctor, he never wanted to see them again.

-Mmm? Are you more comfortable there? You look like a cat in a new house, huh? I came to talk to you for a moment and I want you to please come out from down there.

-It's cold Doctor..." Fredy's voice sounded like a stutter, his chin trembling.

-Oh yes... It's quite relaxing for me, but maybe not so much for you. I want you to get out of that place so we can talk, otherwise I'll have to take the blanket I brought you.

Freddy knew the Doctor wasn't playing around, so he slowly came out of his little hiding place and with his blanket covered stood in front of the larger man who was looking down smiling at him. Freddy could feel the warmth of his body, his arms with a slight electricity coursing through his veins and his strident breathing, which while softening when the Doctor wasn't using his gadgets, was still an inhuman and intimidating sound. The Doctor's scenery was too satisfying for his liking.... A frail, delicate man in front of someone much larger, covered with a thick blanket, making every effort to receive warmth. Deep down Freddy envied the Doctor's body, not because of his height or strength but because of his ability to withstand temperatures so low that any normal human would suffer from hypothermia.

-That's much better, dear Freddy. The Doctor's voice was being too sugary and that made Freddy even more nervous.

-Why was he lying under the stretcher? Don't you think the stretcher is more comfortable than the cold ceramic floor?

-I... I like the floor better than the stretcher.

-Oh... That's quite unusual, my patients always preferred to sleep comfortably when I gave them that privilege. You are the first one to break that rule.... Any reason for this?

Nightmare swallowed saliva with this question. He didn't really know what to answer her any more than it actually generates more comfort for him, it was as if he strangely felt safer under her

-Memories... That was all Freddy could answer and Herman nodded with mild compression. His deduction had been correct in that case and he liked it.

-Oh, I see...so that's why you prefer the floor to the Camilla...Very well, there will be no problem in that case. But we'll have to talk. Would you like to talk to me?

Freddy knew he had no choice, so he sheepishly nods his head. Herman smiles and sits on the gurney, motioning for Freddy to sit next to him.

-Sit next to me, with confidence.

Freddy slowly sits down on the stretcher, keeping as much distance as possible between them. The difference in size of both their backs was huge, this made Nightmare stand out even more in appearance next to the other man who kept looking at him from above, on top of his messy light brown hair.

-And tell me, I noticed that while the cold is annoying, I see that you prefer the heat even if you don't have burns, don't you?

-The heat is more comfortable...

-Oh yeah? Why?

-More cheerful, flowers...

-Oh, I see, you like that, huh? Not surprising if you were a gardener. And tell me, speaking of gardening, your kingdom is huge and has many details Did you always live in Springwood?

Freddy didn't want to look at the Doctor. He just looked at his huge arms at his side and the sound of his horrible breathing.

-I don't... I don't remember where I was really born, but I know I didn't always live in that place...

He wasn't lying. Herman was sorry, although it was strange that he didn't remember that, in a way he assumes because of the time he was in a coma and the damage he suffered after the burns.

-I see... What did you think of the food?

-It was fine... Thank you Doctor.

Herman smiles. He lets out a mocking chuckle at the cowardly posture of his patient who avoided looking at him at all costs as he remained covered by the thick blanket.

-Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you, if I wanted to, I would have done it already, don't you think? Watching you squirm like a poisoned animal, while you foam at the mouth and the light in your eyes slowly fades away....But that's not the case. You know that, don't you?

-So... What do you want from me?

-Talk, obviously... I don't think you have nothing to talk about, do you? For example, how did you come to this world?

-I was...In one of the nightmares of .... Quentin, I was in front of me, ready to suffer my final attack when I felt something behind me...A cold breeze ran all over my back and I had never had that sensation before and a thick fog covered me. I could only hear the sounds of beams burning and metal clashing against metal...

-Quentin is the survivor who came with you? How did you meet him?

Freddy didn't want to answer this sudden question. Why did he really care about Quentin? Certainly not everyone knew that Quentin was one of the children Freddy ''played'' with so many years ago. Doctor noticed the change in Nightmare's demeanor and rested his arms on his shoulder. A stream of sweat appeared on his body, the Doctor's intimidating presence made him too weak as he knew what he was capable of and what he could do to him if he didn't give him an answer.

-What's the matter? -You got nervous? Something tells me he was someone a little special to you. Why?

-I met him when I was a child... At the day care center where he worked.

-Really? That means you abused him too, right?

-I... I didn't do anything I didn't want to do...

The Doctor began to caress his neck and slowly removed the blanket from his body to reveal the pale skin of his shoulders. Freddy's nervous breathing made the Doctor smile, who with his bruised fingers scraped his skin and made it vibrate with a slight electricity causing it to spasm suddenly and uncontrollably.

-I see... And tell me, how did you get to Springwood?

-Doctor, please stop...Nightmare's voice was shaky, uncomfortable and a little breathless at the same time. He felt a tingling and subtle current throughout his body and he didn't like that sensation in the least.

The Doctor reached behind his body and with both hands moved down his neck, scraping his torso with his fingertips.

-I'm sorry dear Freddy, but I have to check you and I suppose you won't put up any resistance, will you? Remember that you still have a wound that I must see

-I'm fine...

The Doctor grabbed Freddy's neck roughly, causing him to startle and almost go into cardiac arrest. The Doctor's huge hands completely covered his neck and he felt the warmth of it, squeezing him tighter and tighter.

-Are you challenging me? You know that I could very well break your vertebrae in a way that could leave you quadriplegic, right?

Herman felt the pulse in his neck quicken, swallowing saliva in fear, but still he did not move.

Herman could feel his body stiffen and tremble. But a look of resignation made him smile. He smoothed his hands and began to lower his touches to his side, lifting the bandages slightly and with his fingers touched the wound. The roughness of his fingers made Freddy startle and let out a very subtle whimper.

-Your wound is much better... Your wound is much better. And tell me... How did you become a dream demon?

-If I tell you the truth... would you believe me...?

The Doctor gently approaches his ear to give him a soft but deep whisper that made him shiver.

-I know when you lie to me, dear Freddy. I want you to tell me what you remember with all the details.

Nightmare pursed her lips in discomfort. He felt the larger man's body at his back only millimeters away, along with his unnatural heat and his hands burning like a freshly cooked piece of meat. He felt a mixture of both scales: the torturous cold and the sick heat of the larger man who wouldn't hesitate to break a bone if he pissed him off.

-I...Before I died, the last thing I saw was my body being engulfed by flames and a dreadful pain. After that, everything went black...And then...I felt my body warm...., as if I was in a tub bathing with warm water. I didn't understand what was going on...And...I showed up at the daycare where I was working again. I don't know how I got there, but it was like I had gotten out of a pool and I had blood all over my skin. I looked at my hands and they were burned, and it was hard to walk...I fell several times and I didn't understand what was happening. It was as if it was a nightmare but so real that I felt the blood running through my body and I was having too much trouble keeping my body upright.

The Doctor knew Freddy wasn't lying in what he was telling him, but it seemed so unreal. Why would he have gone back to the place where he was condemned? Was that his representation of hell so that he would always remember what he had done? It was poetic.

-What happened next?

I...I looked at the nursery and it was still almost the same as when I worked there, only it was at night...Even my things and the place where I slept remained untouched. I...I found my black box which had my most precious treasure: The pictures of my beloved children, especially of my little Nancy, who liked me to take pictures of her...And I heard some voices in my head

-Voices? What were they saying to you?

-'''You must take revenge'''

-And did you see what they were?

Freddy nodded his head sheepishly.

Technically they were some demonic things, they had a form which I couldn't describe...Like flying fish or something...which were looking for servants or so I think they were...They knew what they did to me, they knew everything about me and I didn't know how they knew it very well. They told me that my body was gone, but that death didn't want to accept me...So they gave me an option of revenge or something. Do you believe me?

-Avenge what? -On whom?

-From those who burned me....

The Doctor was trying to process that information from his patient as best he could, but it was very difficult. Flying fish? Bath with blood? It was almost unbearable, but Freddy wasn't lying and he knew it. So he preferred to keep a low profile and go along with whatever came out of his mouth.

-And do you remember your past? Before you worked in the nursery?

Freddy froze at the question. The nightmare he had been having was about something from his past, something he had forgotten and deep in his heart he regretted having done so. To his misfortune, the Doctor felt a huge quickening of his beating, human heart.

-I don't... I don't remember...

The Doctor stares at him with his luminous eyes. He grips Freddy's chin tightly or forces him to look him in the eye. The smaller man's terror was as noticeable in his eyes as the crystal clear water of a river and Herman was not going to be willing to do this.

-You're lying to me. It shows on every inch of your pathetic, cowardly face, Frederick. What is it you're hiding from me?

Freddy's eyes moistened. They showed the Doctor's intimidating glare, which would not let him go without an answer.

-Please... I swear, I'm not lying to you.

-We were doing so well... You're hiding something from me and I'll find out eventually.

-Please Doctor... I swear I don't remember, don't hurt me...

The Doctor was even more annoyed by this plea. He picked up Freddy's body and laid him down hard on the stretcher in the face of his companion's futile attempt to struggle.

-Let me go! I swear I'm not hiding anything! I haven't done anything wrong!

-You may have lied to many people in your past, but I'm not someone you should lie to, Freddy. You know I'm capable of recognizing liars and you insist on doing it. Haven't you had enough punishment?

The Doctor without much effort, reduces him back to the stretcher and straps him down like the first time. Freddy tried to struggle to get free and this made Herman angry and at the same time excited by the futile attempt to struggle.

-Doctor, please...I haven't done anything wrong to you...Why do you want me here?

-Because I want to cure you, don't you see?

-I am not sick...

The Doctor laughed a loud, exaggerated laugh.

-Are you really telling me that? Are you really capable of saying something like that? That's why you deserve to be here! I'll make you remember over and over again how mentally ill you are! You should thank me!

The Doctor leaves Freddy tied up as he leaves the room. The cold hit his naked skin and his lips were parched. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless before those straps tightened his body even more. He felt he had completely screwed up, but he couldn't tell the Doctor about his past...what would he do to him if he found out everything? Freddy cursed the place, cursed the Doctor. He cursed why he didn't release him, when he had never hurt anyone inside this hellhole.

The Doctor returned to the room with a strange artifact, which Freddy could not recognize. Dread flooded him when he saw it and the Doctor's impenetrable gaze.

-What...is that?" Freddy's voice was sharp with panic causing Herman to smile and walk over to him showing him the contraption in front of his eyes.

-This? It's a device I created a long time ago to blind people. Do you want to know how it works? Well, you put it on the head and it covers the eyes so the person obviously doesn't see anything. And if that person tried to take it off, it gets tighter and tighter until they are blinded because it bursts the eyes. Incredible isn't it? It's such a simple thing, but still several prisoners ended up without eyes because they couldn't stand not seeing anything.

-No, Doctor, please... Don't put that on me.

-You deserve it for lying Freddy.

It didn't matter the little patient's pleas or the tears falling from his eyes. The doctor placed the strange torture device on him and darkness flooded Nightmare's eyes. A high-pitched scream came from his throat and more horrible memories flooded him. Comatose Freddy could only see total darkness and the voices where he was insulted and scorned. This was worse than anything. The doctor releases his body from the restraints and leaves him lying on the gurney. A sadistic and mocking laugh came out of his burned face.

-Now I guess you're happy to see literally nothing, huh? Well, this serves you right for a liar and I look forward to seeing how long you last with that thing.

-Doctor, I beg you...Take this away from me, I can't stand it...Freddy begged in a voice that would have made anyone else feel sorry for him, but the Doctor was not one of those people, to his misfortune.

-You've only had it on for two minutes, dear Freddy. When I see that you've improved and changed your attitude I'll take it off. Now...enjoy your new vision.

You hear the door move and the doctor leave the room with heavy footsteps. Freddy this time was blind and all he had left was the memory of what the room was like before his vision went black.

Herman looked through the cameras at his patient who was not moving from the gurney. afraid of falling? It was very likely. Then he notices that he awkwardly gets up from the gurney and stands there staring at nothingness itself. Herman is not so cruel as to remove the thick blanket, so he turned up the heat a bit and left the blanket on the gurney for him. Freddy like a true blind person, with his hands guides himself by feeling the touch of everything and feels the softness of the blanket. Slowly, he covers himself with it and touches the iron bars of the stretcher. He had to learn to adapt with it even if his mind was on the verge of collapse. The doctor enjoyed watching this, as if it were a spectacle...beautiful and sweet punishment...He loved it.

Freddy felt the cold walls of the room and could not stand it any longer. He sat down in the corner and an uncontrollable cry came out of him along with screams that to the Doctor's misfortune, he could not hear. He touched the device, it was something strangely metallic and heavy, like a helmet and in panic he pulled his hands away. He was left with his legs wrapped around his arms and the cruel memories of his coma came back to him. Not only of the coma, but of his past. A past he didn't want to remember because he cursed it. He was afraid, sad, confused. He missed his beloved clawed glove which he stroked as a method of relaxation. His body trembled and his own fears played with him. By inertia he put one of his thumbs to his mouth and bit his nails. He had forgotten that action he did by inertia when he was scared. In panic he would suck and bite his finger so hard that his thumb was quickly red from the teeth marks and wrinkled from the wetness of his saliva. Herman found this response to anxiety fascinating, as a strange method of protection or calming himself down. Freddy's body was rocking back and forth like a madman as he bit his finger harder and harder in desperation from the blindness. For the doctor, it was definitely the most beautiful thing he had seen in a long time before falling into that hell.

Freddy didn't know how many hours had passed and he didn't know if it was day or night. He only had memories of his past and the vague recollections where he reached the highest peak of happiness: his beloved nursery.

Freddy couldn't quite remember when he arrived in springwood exactly, but he remembered being in a playground when he first saw Nancy and her mother. When he saw her, he felt something about him stir. Something he had made a superhuman effort to bury after decades after his last accident. He had sworn to stay away from them and society to avoid retaliation, but...Everything had taken a huge turn in his life.

He recalled that while walking in a train station, he saw a woman who dropped her wallet and Freddy returned it to her. This act earned him a tender smile from the older woman and as a thank you for such an honest action, he invited him for coffee. He did not remember the woman's name, but he does remember that he told him a depressing and at the same time admirable story to cause him a little pity or he does not quite remember why. he told him that he lost everything because of a fire, including her family and fled the city to forget what happened and he only had the clothes on her back.

The woman, as a thank you and as an attempt at compensation, reveals to him that he was the director of a day care center and could offer him employment at the day care center, as well as stay there until he had a place to settle down.

When he told her it was in a daycare center, he felt her body dampen with cold water. Working where there were children around? he had been avoiding them for a long time...he had to keep doing it, because that was what he had to do inside her mind which was a bit saner at that moment.

The woman did not take "No" for an answer. He seemed like a humble and kind man, at best he could get along with the teachers and the children, couldn't he? Freddy was physically attractive and looked very meek. what could go wrong?

Freddy arrived at the daycare along with the director and met the teachers and children. But...one of the girls really caught his attention. It was the same girl he saw in the park and he swallowed hard when he recognized her. A beautiful white angel, with long dark hair, who wore a beautiful pink dress with white ribbons that showed off her soft white legs with beautiful white lace socks, revealing the purest and most innocent attire of a four year old girl. he was shy in front of the other children, but he was friendly and loved to draw.

Freddy's pulse raced to the top when he saw her. He had a huge churning in his stomach which was a mixture of dread and happiness. The world was really too small that just where a kind woman offered him a job, there was also the girl who, to him, was the most beautiful he had ever seen, like the most beautiful flower in the garden... A beautiful light shone on her and Freddy felt he had to protect her at any cost.

''-what is your name, sir?

Freddy was weeding the garden when four curious children arrived behind him to see what he was doing. He looked them up and down and gave them a sweet smile.

-My name is Frederick, but you can call me Freddy little ones.

-Don't disturb the Lord while he is working, children! ''

Laughter appeared in the air and with bursts of life, the children ran off to their rooms, while Freddy watched them run off into the distance.

It was one of the children's teachers, who, like everyone else, also saw no evil in the gardener.

A fatal mistake for everyone.

Freddy stopped moving. He continued in the corner immersed in memories as in a diving class. A startle appeared in his body when he heard footsteps and the heavy metal door rattling open. Freddy curled up even more with his blanket in fear that the Doctor would harm him, but that was not the case. Freddy couldn't see him, but the Doctor came with a tray and a deep dish, which contained something very similar to stew. The aroma of it flooded the room, making Freddy curious about the smell. Herman carefully set the tray down a few inches from Freddy's forehead.

-The Doctor's voice was mocking, making Freddy doubt what was in the food.

-I've come to leave you something to eat, it's a stew like this and it's very hot... I hope you don't burn yourself, eh?

Freddy didn't want to move to feel the food. Not being able to see, he didn't know where the dish was and if it was something hot, he didn't want to get burned. But the Doctor wasn't going to let him do that.

-I recommend you eat before it gets cold, Freddy. The plate is right in front of you and next to the plate is a spoon. I will stay to see how you will be able to eat.

Freddy, trembling, slowly brings his hand to the ground until he feels a very hot steam on his fingers making him recoil. Trying to pick up the spoon, he accidentally burns two of his fingers and lets out a moan that he tries to hide. Herman laughs at him

-You look very pitiful, Freddy. Tell me, do you want me to help you? Do you trust me for that?

Fereddy pursed his lips. With a grunt of resignation, he knew he couldn't make the Doctor angry and maybe if he accepted his help it might do some good.

-I...I want you to help me...I can't do it alone, please.

Herman smiles in pleasure. Freddy's voice was sincere and that he sounded so humiliated made him enjoy it even more.

-But of course I can help you, dear. I want you to get down on your knees in front of my voice.

Freddy with bated breath, slowly and fearfully gets down on his knees in front of the Doctor. He heard his strident breathing and captivated laughter from above.

-That's it... You are as obedient as a pet. That's what you are at this moment, you are my little pet which I take care of, teach, reward and punish. I will give you your good ration of food and you must eat everything.

The doctor took the hot plate and dipped the spoon until he took a considerable amount of it and with his lips he blew on it until the temperature of the stew dropped considerably. He brings the spoon close to Freddy's lips who, upon feeling the warm metal on his lips, opens his mouth and feels the taste of the stew, which he recognized was delicious. He was in the perfect position for Doctor to pull his cock out and force it into his mouth, making him lick every millimeter of it but he held back. His cock was hard with this spectacle, but it wasn't time yet.

The doctor took care to give him the food gently and delicately, being careful enough to make sure it was warm and not burnt. Freddy felt humiliated to be in this position, but there was nothing he could do. The doctor's food tasted delicious and managed to make his little stomach warm from the freezing room where he was being held captive. Herman finished giving him the stew and left the plate next to the tray on the gurney.

-You've eaten everything. See how it's not so hard to be obedient?

Freddy did not respond. He settled back to the way he was and covered himself with the blanket before the Doctor's excited gaze. The Doctor approaches Freddy and strokes his cheek, causing him to startle as he did not expect to be caressed. He feels the Doctor's warm, huge hand on his marked cheekbones and inertia touches it with his own. An awkward silence flooded the place as Freddy didn't want to talk, not after what the Doctor made him do. He despaired at not being able to see what the Doctor could do to him, his sick look his jerky movements. Freddy feel a tingle on his thin lips, a bruised thumb brushed his skin and he felt a warm breath on his own nose. He hated that strange sensation, it was too many sensations which he could not understand. The Doctor stared at his patient who given his posture was confused, but motionless with resignation to accept whatever the Doctor wanted given his current torturous situation. The Doctor bows to the smaller man and presses his lips to his. Freddy is taken aback at such an act, but does not move at this, but simply goes with the motions of the Doctor who was the one guiding and dominating him in this situation. The Doctor feels the thin, parched lips of his patient with a remnant of the taste of the stew he ate, also surprised by his patient's docility and moved him. Herman gently pulls away from him, leaving him back in the corner where he was.

-That's much better, Freddy. But I won't take the artifact away from you until I make sure you've improved your attitude and don't lie to me.

-Yes...

Freddy remained in the corner, while the Doctor takes the tray along with the plate and with the creaking sound leaves the room giving a sigh of satisfaction. He gets to the office and starts pacing back and forth thinking...It was going well, he was too close to getting what he wanted, Freddy with that contraption would do anything to get the Doctor to take it away from him and he could be sure he would reveal his entire past for seeing the light again. He would quickly break down with that thing as he would lose track of time even more and his own traumatic memories would play with him. Herman was frustrated, but not because of Freddy, but because of time. Five days was too short for him, he wished for at least two more days...He was too close to what he wanted but he knew that the Entity would not give him the option of a week, he had already gone through two of its rules so he was on a tightrope. he had started to open up little by little, but the moment he asked him about his past he strangely changed a lot. what is he hiding? what has he done to keep him from being able to reveal the truth? Something told him it was related to his illness and he was so ashamed that he didn't want to reveal to the Doctor what he had done, but...Why? Had he done something even more macabre than with the children in the nursery? Herman was intrigued, too intrigued. So much so that he couldn't take it anymore and speaking in the office, he shouted to the heavens to the Entity that he needed a favor and he would do anything for this, anything he asked of him he would be able to do.

The Entity listened to his prayers and descended towards his office, wrapping its legs around his body.  

-I have listened to you Doctor and I know your wishes... Why do you want to do it?

The Doctor looked at the Entity with seriousness. A cutting seriousness that only appeared with him.

-I... I am about to achieve what I want, your majesty. Please, I only ask for two more days with him.

-And why should I do that? You broke two rules for me and almost beat Nightmare to death. What will you offer me in return?

Doctor sighed. He really had nothing to offer the Entity but only his body and soul, but he had already offered him that since the first day he and the others fell into this hell. He knew he didn't deserve that favor, he had broken two rules and regarding that he didn't mind a punishment but...He wished with all his heart for more time, he was too close to achieving his purpose to let it go so easily.

-I am able to give you anything you want. I swear, whatever you ask of me, I will fulfill it for you.

The gentleman entity stroked the Doctor's chin, feeling his hairy legs like those of a spider. It searched his body, up and down like an animal analyzing prey before attacking. Herman swallowed saliva because even though he hated it, he felt nervous about what the Entity was capable of doing to him.

-Herman Carter, a poor soul who fell under an unquenchable thirst for ambition which drove you to madness, Lord of neuroscience and the human mind, predator of knowledge and curiosity. Lord of neuroscience and the human mind, predator of knowledge and curiosity, are you sure you would be able to do anything if I fulfill your request?

The resonant voice of the Entity entered the Doctor's ears. He was right in everything he said and his ambition was so great that he was going to accept any request the Entity asked of him, anything for the knowledge and for the healing of his pet.

-I'll do anything, I swear.

....

-Herman Carter, in that case, I want you to do something for me.

-What is it?

-I want you to give me a son.

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XVII PUNISHMENT: PART SEVEN: STORM AND MEMORIES

The Doctor left the room feeling his face fall from his hands. The conversation with the Entity was the strangest he had ever had and not in a good way really. He felt more nervous than ever, as he had ever been in that realm. That feeling hated him, but he had to deliver what he promised as it was the only way the Entity would accept his request. Herman really was prepared to accept any other request, the most twisted one the dark being had in mind...But not something like that. A bucket of boiling water flooded him, never in all his years of life had he found himself between a rock and a hard place, not even when he was framed and falsely arrested. But there was no turning back from this, he had to do it since he accepted this event and only one thing he was sure of: He had two months to make the request of the Entity.

While this disturbed and made him uncomfortable, at least he had a little time to think. Two months Was he capable of doing it in two months? No...It wasn't a question of whether or not he was capable, he HAD to do it. He signed a pact with the Entity with his own blood and he had to keep it no matter what...It was the only way the Entity would forgive him for breaking its rules and asking for more time with his pet. Two months, two months...He would have that count like a leech behind his neck sucking him in little by little. But there was no turning back, he had to do his part in that time before the Entity punished him in the cruelest way he could think of.

Freddy didn't know how many hours had passed after the Doctor left after putting food in his mouth. There was no sign of life other than the wind coming through the gaps in the door and the imaginary screams he felt in his mind. Not only was he getting more and more fed up with the contraption covering his eyes, but the silence this way was far, far worse. He felt like throwing away his natural physiological rights, but not being able to see was a huge limiter for him and also felt disgustingly dirty. Freddy after all remembered that he was always a stickler for cleanliness and not observing if he was properly clean was eating him up inside. That desperation made him want to pace back and forth, curl up and suck his thumb from nervousness. He also didn't feel the Doctor coming into the room, which made him even more desperate. Herman was the only notion he had which assured him that he was still alive...him and the sound of his own breathing. He felt empty and dead, just like when he was in a coma...alone and abandoned in an intensive care ward with severe burns until his heart stopped working. Did he really deserve everything he suffered? To be hunted, to be burned alive, to have remained in a coma for years, being brutally changed bandages and cursed by the doctors who knew his story...And now to be locked in a dark room together with the worst psychopath in the Entity realm with no way to see. He raped him, tortured him and has made him suffer but within everything he needed to hear it. Even if it's his annoyed breathing and his mocking voice but he needed another sign of life besides his own.

The Doctor watched his patient through the chambers held in the metal door with his ears set against the cold metal. Did he want to hear something else? Was he hearing imaginary things? Did his mind want to hear something other than wind, rats and bad electricity? This was not unusual since, in the face of the loss of one sense, the others tend to improve. It was not necessary that he was personally watching Freddy...With his erratic body movements it was more than evident the desperation and uneasiness in him. Other than worrying about what the Entity had tasked him with, for now seeing his lab rat locked up was his best means of de-stressing. Herman stroked his treatment cane lightly...He wished he could use it on him as he had on the prisoners he had so long ago. To hit him out of nowhere causing him confusion and uncontrolled cries begging him to stop...He would not be able to be bored by this freedom and domination but he was strictly forbidden to do so. This prohibition annoyed him to some extent, it made him nervous but at the same time it helped him much more in understanding every attitude of his peculiar patient. Several hours had passed after the dinner he served him and it was evening. Not being in a good mood, the coldness of the place had diminished a lot and Freddy noticed it. He noticed the strange change in temperature and felt he could uncover a little more of his naked body. The Doctor was still nervous, annoyed and in some despair. He hated feeling that way, he hated falling into the typical normal human feelings and it got worse when he had strange attitudes of closeness with Freddy. His mind vacillated between a thirst for torture and a thirst for curiosity to know his past which he would rather hide than tell. Why so much eagerness to hide whatever he did? Did he do worse than the daycare where he sexually abused an entire class of children and took pictures of his abuse? With the little girl named ''Nancy'' being the most harmed by him but...Why? Why did he have such an unhealthy obsession with her? It was the biggest question of all in his mind. Would he know the truth of her origin? She knew he would. Just a little more...A little more time and suffering.

Uncle Freddy Can you read us this book? You read beautifully.

Freddy looked at the children who asked nervously. He was cleaning up outside the nursery when they appeared with a colorful children's book with beaming smiles on their innocent faces.

-Freddy smiled warmly at the little ones and one of the teachers came with a tender smile towards him.

-It seems that the children love you very much, I think you have a gift with them.

Freddy simply smiled nervously at her. They couldn't know the truth, much less her who was always good and kind to him. The urges were slowly coming out and the guilt along with it.

They both walked to the study room, where everything was colorful and full of drawings of the little ones hanging on the walls. Freddy sat in the small, uncomfortable children's chairs and the little ones sat beside him to listen to the story. The teacher simply stood and watched tenderly. Freddy's nervousness was becoming more and more present, especially when one of the girls closest to him was his little Nancy. He began the reading in a changing voice, as if it were a play, and out of the corner of his eye he looked at little Nancy, who laughed at his performance. Freddy felt complete with those giggly laughs and those bursts of light.

What is this place, Uncle Freddy?

Remember I told you about my special den? This is my den. Do you like it little Nancy?

The little girl looked around the gardener's strange lair a little sheepishly. It was too dark and cluttered for her taste. With a strange bed with old blankets, lots of pictures hanging on the walls, which were all the drawings the little ones had given Freddy. They usually drew a good Freddy holding the children's hands or drew him with flowers... All very colorful for his floral taste.

-Uncle Freddy, is this a camera?

-Yes... Do you like little Nancy?

-Yes, my mom has one! She likes to take pictures for my birthday or Christmas, she says I look so pretty.

Freddy smiled. He handed her his camera for her to observe with genuine curiosity. He looked at the little girl as she was dressed, simple clothes, a gardener and a white lacy t-shirt. To Freddy any clothes his little girl wore looked beautiful. Obviously he preferred dresses because of her beauty, but anything she wore he loved.

-Little Nancy...Would you like me to take pictures of you like your mommy does? ....

-Forgive me Nancy, I did not mean to hurt you....

The little girl had wet tears as she looked at her bruised knees. It wasn't a deep wound, but it glowed bright red slightly showing the cut flesh of her baby fat filled legs. For the first time Freddy feels guilt about what happened...He didn't really mean to hurt her, he feels he did overstep his boundaries and the guilt began to eat away at him. Fear flooded him and he felt as if he had fallen into a dark void.

-Don't tell mommy about this little Nancy, I'll fix you up, okay? This will be a little secret, because mom will be mad if she knows you were playing with my scissors, okay?

Nancy nods her head. Freddy wipes her tears with his hands and gives her a consoling hug.

-You're such a cute little girl...You're such a sweetheart little Nancy.

Freddy had fallen fast asleep remembering his best moments when he hears again a powerful creaking of the metal door. He doesn't know how much time has passed, how long he slept and even less if it was day or night. Hearing at least those sounds help him realize that he still exists and that he is still alive. Although he knew that in this hell you can't die, but it didn't matter. The door opens and heavy footsteps are heard near him. The door closes but he hears no other particular movement, the despair at not being able to see what is happening consumes him like an incense.

The Doctor entered and stood still only to watch the behavior of the smaller man, who was awash with nervousness. He noticed how awkwardly he was trying to touch something with his hands and it caused him to smirk. He looked small, weak and pathetic sitting in the corner without the ability to see anything.

-Doctor...If you're out there...Please help me.

Nothing. Herman did not move from his position. Freddy knew he was there, he felt his breathing and the sound of the electric current in his body, but the fact that he didn't know what he was doing made him even more desperate. The Doctor looked at him mischievously, as he held a camera between his neck. Without a word, he began to photograph him as he remained frightened and confused in the corner. The total darkness of the room and the flash lighting made the photographs look much more realistic and beautiful to the Doctor's perverse eyes.

Freddy listened to the sound of the camera against the man's raucous breathing and the wind in the room. It made him remember when he took pictures of her during the threesome...Again he felt vulnerable, worse than ever. She shuddered slightly at that sound and tried to cover her body with her arms and the blanket, but that was all the same...Even this was more of a turn on for the Doctor, he loved that fearful position of his patients. The confusion in their bodies was the best thing of all....

The Doctor goes back to stroking his treatment stick, which he always kept in his belt. He wished to use it on him again, only to break it more than it already was but in a superhuman effort he calmed himself. He left the stick in his belt and slowly approached his patient who lay covered with his hands in the corner.

-Hello dear patient... I hope you are very well.

Herman's voice was so soft...much softer than Freddy had first imagined. He felt a warm hand touch his cheek, Freddy felt like he hadn't had physical contact with another person in months. He didn't know how the Doctor looked at him, but he touched his hand as if he was the last person left in the world and he didn't want him to pull away.

-I see you're a little nervous, aren't you? Don't be scared... I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to know if you're all right. I see that you still are, so it's best to let you sleep.

The Doctor withdraws his hand and was about to leave the room, but a trembling hand grabs his arm. Herman felt that fear run through his whole body and watched as that slender body begged him not to leave.

-Doctor... Please don't go, I beg you...

The Doctor looked at him out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He noticed the sincerity in his tone of voice, an absolute fear and a fervent wish that he would not go away or leave him alone.

-Why do you want me to stay here, dear Freddy?

-Please... I want to take a shower...

-Hey, do you feel dirty? -Don't you like feeling that way?

The Doctor looked at Freddy's body out of the corner of his eye. He knew that it was partly normal to be able to feel that way, especially if your mind is in black and you have no notion of how long you have been in that state. His patient's request sounded so sincere that he had no reason to deny him that request. It would even be much more satisfying for the Doctor to see him try to cleanse himself of his blinded state. That feeling gave him a slight electric current and reminded him of when he bathed him in his paralyzed state. A white, soft, warm body moistened by a tub of warm water and further softened by the lavender shampoo. He wanted to feel the touch again, but at the same time he wanted to see him humiliating himself in a desperate attempt to get rid of the dirt that has him trapped. What was better, to help him or leave him alone to watch him cope? Shit, both options made him shudder, but just to feel his body again he would choose the former.

-Mmm...All right Freddy, I can help you with it since you can't see...Would you let me do it?

Freddy had no intention of denying him this either. He knew he wasn't capable of doing so, much less when he hadn't left the room where he was confined and had no notion or knowledge of the places either. Meekly he nodded his head, even though he didn't want the Doctor to help him, he felt vulnerable...Like in the hospital and he hated that icky feeling.  

The Doctor took Freddy's slender hands and opened the heavy metal door to the room. He gently guided him in and motioned for Freddy to take his arm like a couple strolling in a park. Freddy fearfully took his arm and felt the warmth and current of the doctor's wires...He sighed with dread.

-Follow me and I will take you to one of the tubs to bathe you- smiled the doctor and his tone of voice sounded soft, with a certain harmony. He guided the small man gently and Freddy does not separate from the muscular arm of the Doctor, who again was handling the situation and he did not like it at all as he felt useless and helpless.

Freddy's senses had sharpened and he knew they had arrived at the right place when the smell of dampness and the sound of dripping pipes caught him. In the room were 4 tubs joined in a cross-shaped column and on top of them was a towel. The Doctor left Freddy standing while he prepared the water in the tub, which would leave him at the right temperature for his human body. Freddy was being very docile, so a nice warm bath was a good reward for him. He was obeying his every command without any hesitation and it was really turning him on. It was what he had been looking for days ago and he knew that soon Freddy would tell him his dark secrets in exchange for him taking off his helmet or for a little more human contact which he was desperately seeking.

-The bathtub is ready, dear Freddy... Perfect for you," Herman smiles and approaches the sightless man to undress him. He reaches over and gently removes his hospital gown leaving him naked in front of him. He looks at his body and feels that he has lost a little weight. His ribs were more noticeable along with his collarbones giving them even more delicate features for a man. Freddy without seeing him, felt his breathing agitated and his presence disturbing but he did not think he would hurt him or so he hoped....

-Come, I'll help you get in so you don't slip, the tubs can be a little slippery.

Freddy obediently was guided by the Doctor and in the pores of his skin he felt the steam of the warm water. He placed one foot in and while the water was hot, it was not to burn. Freddy wanted to do it alone, but he was almost certain Herman would not allow it. This time since he was unparalyzed, he was able to submerge much more comfortably and the water covered him up to his white chest. This was certainly the best thing that had happened so far. Because of the man's pale skin, it didn't take long for him to turn red from the heat of the warm water. He couldn't see, but he knew the Doctor was beside him watching and the fear came back to him. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't hear him move but simply listened to his breathing. Quickly his mental doubt got answers when he felt again the torturous sound of a camera flash. Fear paralyzed him and he tried to cover his naked body with his hands.

-Don't move. Move again and I swear I'll electrocute the water.

Herman's serious and threatening voice made Freddy stop in his tracks. He began to tremble with panic that at any moment the Doctor could electrocute him at his weakest moment. He settled back to where he was in the first place and simply heard a soft chuckle behind his head and a hand caressed his neck.

-I will help you bathe again, it is my duty to ensure your well-being, isn't it?" The Doctor smiled at her and poured some lavender shampoo into her hand and stroked her abundant hair with his fingers. The water in the tub gradually filled with foam and Herman took pictures of this as well. He felt that Freddy with the helmet somehow looked better, it gave him a touch of fragility that thrilled him. He loved that image...The same one he had when he was licking his cock with his reduced powers. But only at that moment he really showed a pitiful and fragile appearance, that's why he preferred it more with burns. He was getting more of a craving to fracture her hip by severe and constant penetration. His bony little ass looked so much better with the Doctor's huge cock squeezing it so hard it looked like he was going to pop it. Freddy in his mind just wished this shit would end soon...He hated that sound of the cameras.

Do you like me to take pictures of you kids? I really like to do it, they all look so cute.

No wonder Freddy had pictures of his beloved children. Lots of pictures of them, hundreds of them and kept like a treasure. Freddy secretly in his special lair, had boxes full of pictures of each of his favorite children in alphabetical order. Behind each picture, he had some cute text next to what they were specifically doing at the time. But to Nancy, it was always her little Nancy or the ''love of her life''. Their photos were her greatest treasure and she had a special box for her, the black box. Many pictures of which 90% were only of her. When the pictures were not enough, he slowly began to collect items of her. He remembered a time when Nancy asked him to help her with her hairstyle and he kept her ponytails. He smelled her scent and they were also stored in another of her boxes. She was grateful to have a very hidden place so no one would snatch her treasures. Anything he could get from his little Nancy he had to have, keep and admire. Ponytails at first were the easiest thing to obtain and then it was slightly larger garments, a dress of hers being his best trophy. He looked at it constantly, even made movements in which he would like to have it on...He loved dresses and obviously if it was all hers, it was even better.

Freddy felt the Doctor's hands roaming his body and all he could do was hold his position with resignation. Herman fiddled with his fingers to see how sensitive her skin was and it was quite sensitive. He was making soft line games down her stomach towards her chest and was even able to fiddle with her small nipples. The doctor's huge hands roamed Freddy's body and they were so strong that he would have no trouble breaking a bone if he moved. But none of this happened and this just further increased the desire to fuck him right there in the tub, find out what his human insides felt like this time. But he had to restrain himself...Although this task was getting harder and harder, even for someone like the Doctor. He had to be patient...First the secrets and then the sex as a reward for his efforts. He knew this would be worth it.

While Freddy was uncomfortable from the doctor's touches, he felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders by feeling clean. He felt lighter and a touch more relaxed. The water was beginning to cool, so Doctor finished taking the last photographs to the panic of the patient who was still motionless in the musty tub. He must have taken about fifteen pictures remembering this moment. Her slender legs, her bony chest with caramel-colored nipples, her close-cropped hair the same color, and skin white but flushed from the heat of the water. It was so poetic the radical change Freddy had as in life he retained a certain ''attractiveness''. now he was just a thing full of burns that seemed to have melted his skin, skinny as a sack of bones and even limping slightly. Too different from Herman's muscular and burly physique which is his main means of intimidation. He was always tall and strong, that helped him since he was a kid in school and he was grateful to have that physique as in high school he managed to intimidate many with it.

Herman couldn't help but feel a huge discomfort in his pants and touched his crotch only to notice that he was harder than ever. It highlighted a huge bulge in his pants that revealed just how horny the doctor was getting. It was getting harder and harder for him to maintain his composure as he kept that cock inside his garments. He was biting his lips, clenching his fists in an attempt to conserve his ever-shrinking patience. He needed to release the pressure, after all Freddy couldn't see it...Maybe he could help him himself since this shit was his fault anyway, right? Ask him to jerk him off with those wet hands and that hot mouth.

Miraculously, he held back for now, though he wasn't sure if he would hold out for long again.  

-Okay Freddy, it's time to dry you off and take you to the living room, okay? I'll help you out.

He nodded slowly. The Doctor took both hands and lifted him out of the tub carefully so he wouldn't fall. The water ran down his body and fell to the dirty floor. Herman took a clean towel and dried his naked body himself more gently than ever. Freddy really had lapses that he doubted it was him, if it weren't for his horrible tone of voice and the sound of his breathing. He covered himself with the towel which was strangely large, it covered his body perfectly, as if it was the thick blanket the Doctor gave him. Her hair was still damp but it would dry on its own. Again he led his little patient into the room and handed him another hospital gown, this time a smaller one, the ones women wore as the one he had for men were too big on him. It showed more of his thighs and was a little tighter around the shoulders but it was the best fit he could find for the moment.

Freddy with his hands felt the room and felt the metal of the stretcher. This time as best he could he sat on it and the Doctor looked at him with a smile. While he felt his fear, he could sense at the same time that he felt lighter mentally. But he preferred that feeling to be short-lived.

-Are you feeling better now? I hope so. Herman stood looking down at his body wrapped again in the blanket he gave him to tolerate the cold. It was soft and thick enough that his little patient wouldn't get cold if he kept the cold at bay. He didn't want him to get really sick, blindness was more than enough.

Freddy nodded his head. He heard the Doctor's voice in front of him and tried to guide his gaze to him. Incredibly he felt better when he listened to him, the noise of his breathing alone was much more uncomfortable than it was filling him with questions. He felt alive with him, that he was not alone in a dark void and winter cold.

-Very well, now that you are feeling better, I'd better leave... I have to do something.

The Doctor's voice sounded much more serious and authoritative than before. This made Freddy silence what he wanted to tell him, or rather, ask him. He didn't want him to leave his side, as he wouldn't know how long he would be alone again.

-If you want something, take the opportunity to ask for it because I'm in a good mood.

-Please stay... Stay...

The Doctor looked at Freddy, his voice and posture indicated that he was not lying and his request was a kind of plea. Had he finally gotten what he wanted?....He laughed at that request.

-Do you still want me to stay here? Why should I? What would you offer me in exchange for tolerating a few minutes of your disgusting presence?

-I... I can tell you a little about myself. I'm sorry I can't offer you more than that.

Doctor paused. He had never believed that Freddy would so readily offer to talk about him in exchange for another human contact. He felt satisfied that he had made it in the week the Entity had given him, another weight off his shoulders.

-Mmm... All right, if you are honest with me and tell me about yourself I will stay.

-I promise you, Doctor... I will be honest.

Herman smiles. He sits next to Freddy on the gurney and the smaller man feels his unnatural warmth, but this time it no longer bothered him. It helped him realize he was still there and there was something different about the room.

-All right, dear Freddy, what's the first thing you're going to tell me?

-Freddy's voice sounded so docile and obedient that the Doctor at that moment wanted to grab him by the body and fuck him by saying obscene words, but he calmed down. As a therapist, he had to ask the questions and make an analysis according to the answers given by his patient, so he had to be professional.

-All right Freddy. First question...What do you remember from your past before you worked in a daycare?

Freddy was silent for a couple of seconds, in an attempt to remember, he recalled some flashbacks where he was a child and received insults from a man... It was probably his father.

-You, you fucking brat... You're not my son. Your mother is a bitch who cheated on me with maybe some other asshole. Be thankful I took care of you.

-I... I don't remember where I was born Doctor, I remember very few things. But I remember my family a little....

-Did you have both parents? What was your childhood like?

-Neither of them loved me, or so I recall.....

-A special reason? Do you remember?

Freddy changed his position. He hugged himself, the blanket was his only warmth and his only comfort. The Doctor looked at him and had a notion that for some reason or other this was perhaps some trigger for his ''problem''.

-I never really understood why they didn't want me, Doctor. I remember my father always hitting me telling me that I wasn't his son...My mother would cry to him telling him that I was, but she didn't know why I was born different.

-Different? I guess it must be because you don't look like your parents, right?

-I remember that they were white like me, but their eyes were a different color and their hair was much darker... They were also tall, or that's what I remember, I don't know if it's right.

The Doctor looked at Freddy's physique, which if what he said was true, he would indeed be different from them. His brown hair, almost swinging to red, blue eyes, very white skin and a very small stature...even less than the average height of a man.

-Is that why they thought you weren't their son? Because of your appearance?

-I think...I remember my father would always get mad at me for that and yell at my mother asking who I was. My mother for the same reason didn't really like me much either.

Freddy had an older brother. He does not remember his name due to the passing of the years, nor that of his parents, but he remembered how they were both physically and sentimentally with him. Freddy was born in the 1940s, where roles were powerfully marked and also there was not as good health as today. Both parents were happy with their first child, but like the typical conservative families of that time, they wanted to have a ''couple'', a boy and a girl to be a beautiful consolidated family and when they learned of the pregnancy, they waited anxiously and lovingly for a beautiful girl to fill the home with flowers. At the time of delivery, they learned it was a boy and the ''couple's'' expectations were completely dashed. But they were faithful believers and believed this was some work of God, so they chose to give her the same love as her older brother. Quickly those feelings began to fade away when they noticed that the little baby was very delicate and sickly. He always had problems with bronchitis, cried a lot, turned blue in cold weather and it was a huge ordeal to take care of him. They didn't even give him much time to live due to his delicate health, but miraculously he survived.

When he was one year old, that affection and love that he should have had, disappeared completely. Babies always lose the first hair they have at birth to get new hair and that color was no longer black, it was an almost reddish brown and the color of his eyes did not change either. They were light blue, his skin was very white, almost albino and although he was a beautiful baby, his family did not understand him. His father was the first to feel betrayed at the huge difference between him and his parents.

-You... -You tricked me. This bastard child is not my son. He doesn't look anything like us! Who the fuck did you cheat me with?!?

-I swear he's your son! I don't know why he's like that...!

The poor woman received a hard slap from her husband, hurt by this ''betrayal''. He was sure that the child was not his and wanted to know with whom she had been unfaithful.

-Lying bitch, you cheated on me and had a child with your lover... Who the fuck is she?

The poor woman swore on her knees that there was no deception. He was her legitimate son and she didn't understand why he was born with those features either. But even though she swore before the whole world, the man never believed her. He was not capable of abandoning that child who was not to blame, but giving him affection was too high a bar for him. When he approached him he would push him away as if he had a contagious disease and it didn't take him long to beat him if he got bored with his normal childish behavior. His mother took longer to break that affection, but eventually he was set adrift. By this time, Freddy was four years old and because of all the illnesses he suffered and feeding difficulties, he was much smaller and weaker than the other male children in the nursery. More than once he was teased that he didn't look like a man, but a little girl who couldn't even swat a fly. In those days, for a man to be weak like that was frowned upon, as they had to be strong to provide a home. Who would want a poor delicate idiot being a bag of bones?

-Do you remember your time at school? Your teachers and classmates?

-I...I remember there were a lot of classmates, but I don't think I got along very well with them.

The Doctor was somewhat unsurprised by that answer. He couldn't imagine Freddy being a popular kid in elementary or high school, quite the opposite. Even at this moment even if he wasn't kidnapped, he noticed a certain shyness and introversion in him. More than other killers even, maybe because of his power but he always preferred more to be an observer than a protagonist.

-Do you remember anything else? Something tells me I do.

Freddy ducked his head. It was amazing that the Doctor knew so much without the need to see his expressions. It was something strangely sick but unbelievable.

-How do you know so much about people...?

Herman looks at him seriously. This question did not strike him as annoying, but with sincere curiosity, he was not surprised in any case and had no problem answering that question either. He settled back on the gurney as if to definitely talk more with Freddy, rather than in the therapist/patient sense, but perhaps as close ''friends''.

-First I studied medicine, then I studied psychology for years. I participated in many projects before MK. Then I interrogated and tortured many people over the years, so much so that I even managed to learn people's facial gestures, body movements. It was not only the physical therapy, the mental therapy was much more important. There are people who lie very well, but there are others who don't know how to do it, and you fall into that category. Maybe you were able to do it with others, but with me nothing will work for you.

-Could you answer the question I asked you before...?

-Yes, I played chess and participated in chess tournaments. I was even a national champion, but I preferred my studies rather than continue in that area.

-I... May I know how you got along with your parents, Doctor?

The Doctor smiles. Usually he wouldn't answer those questions, because they are not relevant and would torture anyone who wanted to know, but for some reason or another he didn't want to lie to him or hide those details from him, as if he really liked talking to him...Mainly because he was so discreet that he didn't seem like someone who would reveal his secrets, nor did he think him capable of daring to do that.

-I didn't get along with them at all, but I didn't hate them either. They gave me a good education at least and thanks to that I got where I got to. I got them divorced with an experiment, it was one of the first I did.

Freddy hung his head. He thought for a moment that he came from a broken home, domestic violence, drug abuse or extreme poverty and that partly triggered his behavior, but that was not the case. He came from a good family, with good habits, he was given an education and perhaps much more affection than he received in his childhood. That meant that he was simply a hopeless bastard who thirsted for the suffering of others. That frightened him a lot, he had no doubt that at that very moment he would smash his skull against the wall. What was he going to do against that huge beast? Freddy was never physically strong, even worse now that the Doctor possessed superhuman strength and superhuman senses.

-Now, it's my turn to ask you something. Tell me dear Freddy, have you ever had a girlfriend? Boyfriend?

-My little girl...

-No, I don't mean her. The Doctor cut his sentence short because he did not want to hear him refer to a little girl as his ''girlfriend''.

Freddy was silent. In one of all his memories, he indeed remembered a woman. He did not remember her face well, but he did remember her physique. She was taller than him, had a very large bust and was with a very strong character in his comparison.

-Once, yes...

Herman was surprised by the answer. He looks at him with wide eyes...He always thought Freddy was an exclusive pedophile with no amorous or sexual taste for adult people and that he had indeed been with an adult woman changed his perception of him. Perhaps it was to keep up appearances and to better hide his depravities, pedophiles almost always tended to do this and frankly Freddy was not lying about it.

-What did she look like? Was she really a woman? The Doctor asked with sincere curiosity. It wasn't acting or some act of manipulation.

-I... I don't quite remember what her face looked like, but she was a woman. She was...different from me in almost every way.

-What do you mean?

-Physically he was strong, he had a very strong character as well as a very bad temper....

-How did you meet her?

-I think I met her at my job at that time and we had a relationship...I don't remember how long we were there but it was a long time.

That's how it was. Freddy doesn't quite remember why she noticed him, when they were very different, but he recognized that he liked that aspect of her. She always helped him as much as she could in social settings and was very overprotective (in the sense of control and jealousy) of him.

-Was she a grown woman, was she?

-Yes, I remember he was a couple of years older than me.

-Huh? So there was a time when you did like them older than you? I thought you only liked younger guys.

-She was the only adult at the time for whom I felt something... But it ended and I was alone again....

-At that time you had your disorder?

-I...

A flashback entered his mind. He can't remember names or faces, but voices and bodies were his best memory. He remembers that he was working in a school as a cook's assistant when he first sees this woman. This woman was a secretary and had many professional contacts. She saw Freddy as he was leaving work and had never seen him properly without his kitchen uniform. He looked very calm but with a look of nervousness in his eyes. Like a chihuaha dog, he was very small and skinny as one. They began what could be called a relationship and first of all I was surprised at the little man's sexual inexperience. He even looked like he was a total virgin and had never stuck his cock in anyone else's orifice. She had to teach him like a teacher to a student and while this did not bother her at first, she began to do so. Freddy was quiet and obedient to her, he listened to her every request and was much better at housework than the woman. But sexually he was very little active, as if he had no attraction to her even though she had a good physique and huge tits that many men looked at.

Freddy was not one of those men. He could go a long time without sex, the woman felt that when they did it, it was because she ordered him to and not because he really wanted to. Having a shitty temper she didn't hesitate to ask him about it or rather, yell at him and demand a fucking explanation for his behavior. The most Freddy liked to do to her was to fondle and suck on her tits, kneading them like a cat but no more than that. Freddy would simply apologize to her with his head down at her normal complaints...She was much more sexually active than he was and outside of the aforementioned, he had no taste or attraction for her.

As time went on, Freddy's fear grew. Working in a school, he would always look sideways at the girls in their uniforms going to lunch, especially the younger ones who were always laughing and eating happily. He felt much more fulfilled watching them, but quickly the guilt would overtake him and he would have to ask permission to go outside and reflect on what he was looking at and thinking.

It was no wonder that relationship eventually ended. Freddy's excessive quietness quickly began to bore her, even though he was somewhat good and thoughtful with her. He cooked well, liked to keep the house clean, gave her breakfast in bed, massaged her body and even helped her take a shower if she asked him to. He could also have a very nice garden, although all this was hidden from her because he was afraid that others would know that it was a man who did this.

He also didn't seem to be interested in other women either, although he really did attract attention because of his attractiveness. Damn, really outside of sex he was what she was looking for in a certain part: A quiet and obedient man who wasn't a cheating lout, but she had the perception that he was hiding something. Was he secretly gay? It wouldn't surprise her either...

But the truth was even worse than that assumption. Freddy was afraid, he was afraid that she would finally realize his little love taste and get in trouble with society for it. He had been trying to hide it for too long.

The breaking point, Freddy remembers it perfectly. They were both asleep and the woman was beginning to wake up when she felt a tingling in her chest. That tickle made her neck tingle and even made her crotch tingle. She felt soft lips and a wet tongue fiddling with her areola and both nipples gently. She felt two hands kneading her tits gently. Did Freddy finally have the very incentive to commit the sex act? Awakening sex could be an excellent breakfast and start of the working day. The woman gently moves in and cuddles him so he doesn't stop. Then with one hand she slowly moves down to his crotch expecting a hard erection, but he was not. Freddy upon feeling his partner's hand pulls away from her with a start and looks at her fearfully. The woman looks at him with bewilderment, which quickly changed to anger.

-What the fuck? -What the fuck is wrong with you? First you wake me up like this, now you don't want to?

-I'm sorry I... I didn't think you were awake...

That answer was much worse. Not that she considered Freddy an abuser, but she could tell he had no intention of turning her on like she thought, which caused her enormous bewilderment. The one sign he had given her to believe he wasn't gay was gone.

-You... You're gay aren't you? You're with me to hide it...You disgusting piece of shit. I don't want to see you, I want you to leave and not come back.

Even if Freddy was clearly puzzled by that suspicion, it was far better than her realizing her real kink. He tried to talk to her and beg her that she was wrong, that it would get better but she knew it would never happen. It was best that it was all over and she was out of his house. He had given her plenty of time to get better and she wasn't able to make it. With no other option, he decided to leave the home he lived with her and never saw her again.

-I lived outside of society for a long time because of that fear of getting hurt in case someone found out... I went from city to city escaping from everyone and living anywhere I could sleep Doctor. After I finished with her I left the city and wandered aimlessly for many years....

-You didn't answer my question, Frederick. Did she know about your condition? Did you have it?

-I...Yes or so I think...But I swear to you, I did everything to hide it.

Freddy was cornering himself, trying to hide, afraid and ashamed of what he was telling the Doctor. Herman watched him and noticed that feeling. After all, he knew those thoughts were wrong? Since when did he fight them? How long did he hold out?

-Doctor... You... Did you have a girlfriend? I'm sorry for the question

Herman smiles mischievously at her even though he knows she can't look at him. No wonder he is also curious about her sex and love life.

-What do you think? How do you think I was doing in that area?

Freddy somehow didn't want to answer his question. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable or angry with what I thought of him.

-I know what you're thinking and you're half right. I was never dedicated to that shit as I always preferred my studies over everything else, but that doesn't mean I didn't fuck. I did it many times and also had a few relationships but they didn't last long. I ended up feeling bored and they didn't always want to do my requests making that shit more boring.

-Petitions?

-Of course, I have them too, although I think you can deduce, can't you? I remember I paid a girl to fuck...I admit I wasn't one to pay money for that, but they are a bit more open minded at least. So I paid her and asked her to walk on all fours and eat an exquisite expensive dish in a dog bowl. He didn't accept and just walked away. After that moment I preferred to hide my desires and act more gentlemanly to at least get what I wanted. It worked relatively well and well...I devoted myself completely to the studies and then to the project. Although there were times when prisoners accepted to give blowjobs for a plate of food and I took advantage of the moment.

Freddy was not surprised by the Doctor's confession either. He always came across as sadistic so it didn't surprise him that he had strange requests with his sexual companions. Nervousness coursed through him as he felt warm hands on his shoulders and this man moving closer and closer to him.

-You've come a long way, huh? Do you like it when I'm near you?

Freddy, with a certain resignation, nods his head. Resignation because it was not a lie, it was the only person he has seen and felt after a long time...The person who raped and tortured him now became the person he did not want him to walk away from and leave him in this silence and this insane darkness.

-We already know each other... You know about my past, my family, my love life, my hobby and my profession. I want you to trust that I'm not here to hurt you...You know that I tortured for science and for pleasure, you know my sexual tastes and how gentle I can be when I want to be. So, I want to know the beginning of your undoing. When did it all start and how did it start.

Freddy's body began to tremble and even though he had his helmet on, thick tears began to fall from his cheeks. This was the worst thing he had ever done and it was the only thing he regretted in his life. He remembered all his past, his cruel past in which the only lightning he had was about to extinguish him. He ran away from society, he ran away from his family, he ran away from his life itself to overcome that guilt but it always haunted him. The Doctor noticed that drastic change of mood and looks at him seriously.

-What did you do? What did you do to feel that way?

-I didn't want to do it Doctor! I didn't want to hurt him! He was all for me!

-To whom?

There was a pause in both of them. The most tense the Doctor felt like ever, it was as if his patient was searching for the words, his voice lost falling into a void. He was looking for some way to tell his story, but he was finding it fucking difficult. What was it that he had done that had left him at that point? Something worse than sexually abusing an entire class?

-Doctor...I...My parents never loved me, they always treated me like someone who shouldn't have existed. They never bothered to buy me clothes, give me good food or go to school for me...My clothes were leftovers from my older brother who didn't love me either and left me the worst clothes...Nobody loved me in that home and I was alone even at school...I looked at my classmates, all well dressed and well groomed and big and I was alone...I survived...I was alone...I was alone...I was alone...I was alone...I was alone...I was alone.

-I understand that, but what does that have to do with the feelings you have against children?

-I...When I was between 9 and 10 years old, after many years of suffering my mother got pregnant and...When she was born they finally had what they wanted; a beautiful baby girl.

Herman swallowed hard and looks at him with clear displeasure. He was not liking the fate of this conversation and quickly feared the worst.

-After she was born, I remember that everything was more happiness Doctor...My parents no longer hit me or insulted me, but there was still a separation like an invisible wall...I was still ignored but I was a little calmer when she arrived. I still remember her...

Freddy smiled and let out a subtle chuckle as he continued to hug himself. This feeling was pure and sincere, he really loved that baby, too much for the Doctor's taste who noticed that change in his voice...A soft and sugary voice. For some reason he tensed strangely and he didn't know why. Herman was a bastard son of a bitch but anything to do with children made him tense up that much more. Still, he continued with the questions as if it were a normal conversation between friends.

-What do you remember about her?

-She...When she was a baby, she was very white with very big eyes. Very chubby skin and my mother always liked to have pink and white clothes for her...For winter she had a beautiful hand-knitted wool outfit with lace...She really looked like a pretty doll.

-What happened to her?

Freddy tried to keep his voice, but it was cracking. These memories made him happy and at the same time tortured him. Although Herman had a bad feeling, he had a faint hope that what he was thinking would not happen.

-My parents had to work so she had better things than my brother and me and... They needed someone to take care of her... I decided to do that and I was like a mother to her or father? But I started to have that role.....

-Why did you agree to do it? You had no other choice?

-I think it was first to feel useful...So that my parents would love me and realize that I was good for something besides getting sick and being a useless child. My mother taught me the basics and then I was able to do everything on my own...Then I started to enjoy doing it and taking care of that little baby.

-In short, you became his nanny or even his father?

-I would feed her, change her diaper, dress her, bathe her and put her to sleep. She was a very quiet baby and got sick very little unlike me. It amazes me how fast people grow up, doesn't it, Doctor? I...I took care of her, she was very happy with me.

-And over the years that changed?

-She loved me a lot...She knew I was her brother and she always told me ''Brother I love you'' and I was so happy for her...When she was a little older, I learned to make hot cakes which I fed her like an airplane and she always laughed about it. She would also ask me for help when I was dressing her or when...She still had a hard time taking a bath...I cared completely about her and I felt complete with this. She would even sleep with me when she had nightmares and I would comfort her with cooing.....

-But at that time you didn't have... Dark thoughts, didn't you? How did it happen then?

-Doctor... If I tell you... Will you hurt me?

Herman looks at him and feels the panic in his body movements. He looked like a little dog that suffered years of punishment and bad life in a corner trembling. His words indicated that something was going to happen, he was beginning to doubt about hurting him or not, but he had a promise to keep so he would make a superhuman effort to remain calm.

-Trust me, my patient. I will not hurt you if you are obedient and honest with me.

Freddy sighs and his voice is breaking more and more. But finally he decides to continue telling the story of his past.

-She and I were very close Doctor...But everything changed when I turned 15 or 16 I think and she was already a smaller girl...Every day more beautiful, more adorable...She was still a lovely girl and she loved me very much, more than my parents even Doctor...She was my special little girl....

Herman sighs at these very strange and sugary words from his patient, who clearly certainly had a strange and twisted fondness for her...It was becoming more and more obvious what he was going to tell her, but he wanted to hear it from himself, to feel her despair and guilt.

-And then?

-I...I...I...I started to...Have dreams...-....

Doctor frowns at this answer, puzzled.

-Dreams? What kind of dreams?

-Dreams where she was next to me...I caressed her hair and felt the smell of her skin...Her very soft skin, which I always lubricated with aromatic creams so that she always smelled good...My dreams were more and more real and constant Doctor...I felt that I caressed her shoulders while she fell asleep next to me, I felt her warmth and a purring sound. When I woke up...I realized it was all a dream and I didn't understand why this was happening....

-Did those dreams go up a level?

-Yes...Every time I dreamed that I caressed her where I shouldn't have...I swear to God I didn't know why I did it, I didn't want to do it either and I couldn't stop it...But in my head it felt good...Even though I was crying and wondering to myself why I was dreaming about her like that.

-And... what happened next?

-They were months where...I dreamed that, where I touched her and she didn't resist Doctor...Because she trusted me, her older brother...And after so much, I could no longer see her normally...I had to move away from her. But she would go sad and cry by my side...She would ask me ''Brother, what's wrong, don't you love me anymore?'' ''Why don't you play with me anymore or prepare sweets for me?'' How could I tell her to stay away from me because I had inappropriate thoughts with her...Thoughts where I enjoyed touching her legs and her most sensitive areas...I couldn't do it.

Freddy finally broke his voice and cried in an increasingly disconsolate manner. The Doctor was breathing heavily as he listened to Freddy break down more by the minute. He wasn't lying in what he was saying, he felt very bad about what happened and reached out to him to hold him somewhat gently...As a strange way of comfort but Freddy pulled away from him in fear that he was going to hurt him by telling him about this.

-Were you able to get away from her?

-The more I moved away from her, the more my mind wanted her Doctor...Those dreams were more and more constant and more inappropriate...I fought a long time against those thoughts and without realizing it I...I started to fall horribly and...Doctor I am a monster....

-What did you do to him, Freddy?

-I...my God...I would touch their new clothes and before they were washed I would smell them....

"Oh fuck. The Doctor imagined that situation and put his hands to his face. He hadn't really expected this to be so difficult, even though he had tortured people, killed people and seen brains, human excrement and intestines. This escalated to something much darker and darker, but it was clear to him that between the ages of 15 and 16 he began to have thoughts of pedophilia.

-But once she saw me and asked me what I was doing... I didn't know what to do Doctor and even worse when my mother came in and discovered me....

-What did your mother say when she saw you?

-I simply told him that I had heard a strange noise and that I had gone to see if everything was all right....

-Did that stop you? Since your mother almost found you out, didn't she?

-I would have liked to, but no Doctor... I don't understand why I couldn't stop and... It got to a point where I had to get out of there...

-What did you do? Did you molest her like the kids in the nursery?

Freddy's crying had escalated to an almost unbearable volume. He was trembling, he felt like a monster...the worst person on the face of the earth.

One night...She was sleeping in her room with one of the teddy bears I gave her a long time ago...She loved it since her brother had given it to her...And while everyone was sleeping, I went to her room which was in front of mine and I looked at her...I looked at her sleeping with a beautiful pink t-shirt...It was summer and it was hot...I approached her and caressed her face...I was about to do it Doctor...I almost touched her.I looked at her sleeping with a beautiful pink t-shirt, it was summer and it was hot...I approached her and caressed her face...I was about to do it Doctor...I almost touched my sister! The girl I swore to protect and love with my life! My impulses won me over and I didn't understand why this happened to me!

Freddy ended up breaking down completely. Screams and cries flooded the room as if the Doctor was tearing off his limbs. Herman looked at him more serious than ever, understanding the real reason why he wanted to hide his past at all costs. He took care of his little sister since she was a baby and when she passed into her teens he started having sick thoughts against her. You were 6 years old? 6 years old the poor girl who was a victim of her older brother's disorder? Freddy was not sorry for what he did to the children, but he was sorry for what he did or tried to do to his sister. That made him only even more repulsive in his eyes. How are you capable of not only having feelings for children, but also blood in your blood? Fucking shit...This was worse than Herman would have thought.

-So you finally followed your impulses and abused her? Because clearly you touched her without her consent and that's abuse?

-No! I didn't! I swear! I could control myself!

Freddy began to bite his hand and fingers as a method of de-stressing. His body swayed and although he did not look at the Doctor, he could feel his inquisitive gaze.

-Doctor...I was about to do it...But I stopped, I made it...That doesn't make me such a monster, does it?...I made it....

-You did it... I congratulate you for being able to control your impulses, Frederick. It's not an easy thing to do.

Freddy felt those words were the most hopeful he had heard in a long time. The Doctor heard everything he did, what he was thinking and what he was about to do to him but he was able to stop himself. It was the first time he confessed something of this caliber, when he was young he planned to go with this secret to the grave, but it was not so...His kidnapper was in front of him watching him collapse with a look that for obvious reasons was not cheerful.

-When I realized what I did... I ran away from home and never came back. I never saw my sister or my family again....

-Did you leave so as not to hurt her?

-Yes...The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her Doctor...I was good, I swear it.

-Was it really because of that, or was it because your mother became suspicious of you?

Freddy drew a blank with this question. He in his mind always said that he had run away from that house so as not to hurt her, but really the fear was worse than the harm. His mother had been suspicious of her son not only when she found him in her room, but also when she secretly found him smelling one of her favorite dresses: pink with white ribbons, which she always wore because Freddy told her that she looked much more beautiful in that one than in the others. Freddy always noticed a strange look on his mother's face, much stranger than it already was when they always thought they were not her child...Freddy felt his only sense of kindness shatter like a wine glass. He didn't do it for her, he did it for himself.

-I think it was both options Doctor....

-What happened after you escaped?

-I...I lived as a vagabond for many years, staying away from society so they wouldn't hurt me and think badly of me...I stayed away for them since that feeling never went away.

Then you met your ex-partner?

-Yes...In an attempt to be with an adult, I tried something with her and well...She taught me how to do it with someone but I didn't feel good with her even though I wanted to Doctor....

-What were you thinking about when you were having sex? Or were you not thinking about anything?

Freddy didn't want to answer that question. Herman didn't need words to really know what his patient was thinking about in an attempt to feel an erection for an adult woman. Did he really need to think about that to perform? Yuck.

-And after that... What did you do when he broke up with you?

-I kept doing jobs and moving around...Always far from people...I was afraid of being harmed Doctor, I preferred to live on the streets.

-Streets, you say? Were you homeless?

Freddy nodded his head, the shame of his sad past still haunted him, like a sticky parasite that would never go away. Nightmare stayed away from society so that no one would discover his twisted and disgusting tastes. He probably didn't stay in the cities for long either because of that fear of being discovered.

-And how did you find a job at the nursery?

-I helped a woman...She was lovely, I told her that I lost my family and my home so I had nothing and...She offered me a job in a daycare center....

-Why didn't you refuse? Did you know that children go to a day care center?

-I tried Doctor...But she didn't want to listen to me...She took me to the nursery and...I saw them...Many little children laughing happily while playing, I never felt such a nice atmosphere....

-So, you ended up accepting and living in the basement of the daycare center, right?

Freddy nodded his head again. His crying had calmed down after his recent burst of tears. Herman was trying to analyze everything his patient finally revealed to him...But something important was missing.

-That's where you met that little girl named Nancy, right? What was so different about her that made her the love of your life?

Freddy changes his position, strokes himself and smiles slightly, as if his body had lit up and radiated a light of happiness...That smile was pure and sincere which made Doctor look at him with a clear displeasure and end up sighing for it.

-She...My little Nancy...When I saw her it was...As if life was giving me a prize after so much suffering and making up for my mistakes...She was like my little sister....

At this point, Herman felt his face fall off in bewilderment. He expected anything, but not this shit and even if he had experience torturing...He wasn't prepared for this.

-So... Nancy looked like your sister, is that why you liked her so much?

-They were the same Doctor...The same smile, the same body...Same kind and radiant character...Even the same fruity scent. I loved to draw and as my little sister also liked my sweets and me...I played with her a lot, she was a sweetheart.

-And this time you ended up abusing her and the other children?

-I...I fought so hard to avoid it, but I ended up failing Doctor...They were our secret games, I just...I was fond of them. Nancy and I were destined for each other...I really loved her and...It's all gone! They betrayed me! I gave them everything!

Herman finally understood everything. Freddy had a strange perception of ''love'' and also his main obsession was Nancy because she reminded him of his little sister whom he could not take care of mainly and ran away. With Nancy he surely hoped to make amends for his mistake and cared for her so much that he ended up falling in love with her. He also abused her, took pictures of her and not only of her...but of a whole class but she was his downfall. With the other boys it was simply pedophile behavior, but with her it was ''love''. A sick and twisted love which escalated to a level where he was discovered and punished in the worst way for it. Not only that, but due to years of being a tramp he lost some perceptions of reality and felt he was part of those children because his happiest moment was being a child taking care of his sister as a baby. A strange method of protection against the reality he really was: A poor social misfit with severe social interaction problems, homeless, unable to establish loving and sexual relationships with adult people... Those children were everything: His mental shelter, his happiness, his friends and his victims before the lowest of his misdeeds.

The Doctor paused to analyze the situation while Freddy whispered things to himself that were unintelligible to Herman. His feelings were mixed between happiness and sadness, he hugged himself as a consolation and laughed at the cute flashbacks in which he happily played hide and seek with the other children.  Herman finally understood everything about his disturbed pet and it was time to act. He approaches Freddy who feels his hands and panic sweeps through him.

-Please Doctor, don't hurt me!

Doctor did not speak. He placed his hands on Freddy's helmet and with one movement, a metallic click sounded. Slowly Herman removed the helmet and Freddy slowly opened his eyes, trying to focus but his vision was blurry. It took him quite a while to get his eyes fully focused and he managed to look into the Doctor's creepy, luminous eyes who smiled at him with some malice. Freddy's eyes were red from crying so much, he finally looked at his kidnapper realizing that he was not alone in this world...For the first time he felt joy to be able to see him and it showed.

-You've done it... You deserve to have it taken away. You have done very well my patient....

Freddy did not respond. He realized that he blurted everything out to this psychopathic man but he was not having a reaction of violence or wanting to torture him...He was simply watching him with a bit of joy, but at the same time seriousness. Freddy had the feeling of not feeling judged and...He didn't want the Doctor to abandon him, he was the only one who had listened to him for so long.

-I'll come by later. I have to go to my office and we will take care of your treatment in the morning. I'll also bring you something special so you won't feel so lonely.

Freddy wants to take him, but he doesn't. He feels that his time with him was too short and he didn't want him to leave him in that room. Also the ''bring something special'' thing leaves him with doubt.

-What?

-It's a surprise. But you'll have to obey me in everything....

Freddy nods his head. Herman smiles naturally

-Good boy...

Herman leaves the room and with a sigh of disgust, suddenly changes his mood from disgust to maniacal laughter. He finally got what he wanted and he had so many better ways to mentally experiment with his pet. He was going to have the time of his life again and his thick cock was going to enjoy it, of that he was sure.

He takes Freddy's folder and finishes writing down the most relevant things. Freddy, on the other hand, curls up with the blanket and falls to the floor exhausted from crying, but at the same time he feels a sick tranquility as if he has taken a ton of weight off his shoulders. He falls asleep, hugs himself and falls into a deep sleep.

The real experiment begins.

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XVIII PUNISHMENT: LAST PART

Freddy Krueger Survivor x Herman Carter Killer fic

Heavy footsteps awaken Freddy who was sleeping more soundly than ever under the stretcher in the room. When he opened his eyes he could see that the room was already brightly lit, which at least slightly indicated that it was daytime. He missed very much being able to see again, like a blind person seeing for the first time. He remembered that last night he told the Doctor all about his past, he felt like a sinner confessing his sins before a priest...But he felt somewhat reassured. He had never told another person about his little sister and his sick carnal desires for her. At the same time a strange obsession to take care of someone, as it happened with Nancy. He did the same with her as he did with his sister. He remembers once sitting her on his lap and feeding her breakfast in her mouth as a means of play. Little Nancy laughed along with the gardener, who also looked at her with genuine love. He felt complete and full with her, as if all past suffering had vanished. He would see his little sister sitting on his lap...The same smile, the same spiritual glow and the same scent he always loved to smell when he bathed or when he took her out for a walk. Freddy remembered that he held her so tenderly that she let out a purr. Little Nancy, invaded by such an explosion of affection, simply let herself be hugged by the man who no one really knew how damaged he was.

The small hatch of the door opens and a tray appears, with an aroma that caught the patient's attention. The heavy footsteps move away from the door and Freddy curiously approaches the tray and observes that it was a lunch... It was no longer a bread with something and milk, but it was a hearty lunch which gave off an aroma that captivated him. It seemed to be rice with vegetables, a sauce and juicy meat. Freddy swallowed, took a fork and took a bite and put it in his mouth. The taste was exquisite. He remembered when he had hearty meals despite living in the basement of a daycare center. Freddy eats happily, even though he was afraid he was grateful to the Doctor for giving him tasty meals in this place...It was one of the few good things about being there. 
The Doctor for the first time leaves the Institute outside of the rituals. Slowly he walks to another realm and that was Springwood. The Entity opened the way for him, he didn't really care as long as Herman kept his promise in two months time. He still haunted by that commitment...He hated feeling pressured like that. He didn't see himself being able to procreate with another killer, nor did he know how to go about it so that the other person would agree to it. Damn it, he felt like he was drowning in a pool with this. But there was still time left, he had enough time to come up with a plan that could accomplish the Entity's request... For now he had to worry about her patient and her mental health. 

Herman arrives in Springwood and everything is so...ordinary? Normal? Certainly totally different from his dark and macabre Institute, where everything that had happened in that place was known for sure. Instead, this place looked so normal and healthy... Like a typical city street where everything was normal: streets, houses, garbage, a huge kindergarten, cars and an ambulance in the middle of the street. None of this was peculiar to the Doctor really. But the real background of it all was impressive. Herman looks up at the roof and notices the huge daycare sign, the letters designed with wooden cubes. This seemed strangely more detailed than the rest of the stuff in his realm. That and the now nearly dried flowers with no owner to care for them. Herman sighed softly and decided to enter the dark nursery. Herman took a closer look at the details of it...Lots of children's drawings hanging on the walls, drawings of all kinds. The interesting one was some of some children holding hands with an adult and this adult had a hat on his head...Surely it was Freddy who was holding hands with those children. Another drawing was clearly Freddy, with a happy face, his hat and something that looked like a gardening rake. You could tell that first of all those kids really loved him, enough to draw pictures of him. Quickly the Doctor removes those drawings and collects them one by one in his hand. Perhaps twenty colorful drawings of these children showing him their appreciation through art. All this would have been normal if it hadn't been for the ''little problem'' Freddy had until he couldn't hide it anymore. It was obvious that these kids loved him so much that they would have done whatever Freddy asked of them and this only made the Doctor's stomach churn slightly. He imagined every possible scenario, at the moment cursing his own mind. He went down the stairs until he reached Freddy's ''special lair'' and began to look everywhere for something useful apart from the drawings. He noticed that there was a bed and in front of it was a dusty mattress...Freddy preferred to sleep on it than on the bed and he didn't really understand why.  
 Herman noticed that there were some drawings also hanging on the wall where the mattress was. They were mostly flowers and rainbows, but he wondered why he would have them hanging there. He quickly got his answer when he meticulously checked that place and lifting up the mattress, there were two drawings where it was clearly him. These were different, they were very well hidden and he wouldn't have seen them if he hadn't deigned to check the place thoroughly. were they drawings of that Nancy girl? It made sense, since he had kept them as if they were a treasure. Well cared for even...He also takes the drawings and puts them together with the ones he had already torn off the walls. This time he checks the various pieces of furniture in the basement and the boxes that were in the place. Everything was full of dust and ashes, as if they had been in storage for decades. Some things even had mold from the humidity...He picks up one of the boxes and looks at what was inside: there were very small children's clothes. It was in bad shape, but she could see that it was a striped shirt, as well as some dresses and small items. There were bracelets, earrings, ponytails and even socks. How did Freddy manage to get all these things? Hadn't anyone noticed that someone was stealing them? It was too strange really...
He continued searching the place, noticing that there was a hole in the wall, relatively small so he managed to get in with difficulty. In the rituals always appeared some skulls, candles, bones and a drawing. Outside them, there was another strange room, full of huge drawings with red dye on the walls. The Doctor assumes that this place was really Freddy's special ''lair'', where he took the children to abuse them. There were many things in there...I had never seen his hideout so closely, it looked like the strange room of a madman. On a table were several prototypes for his claw glove and...boxes. Several boxes containing more old clothes, though this time adult ones. Garden items, children's toys and among those things, Herman stares at some smaller boxes similar to a shoe box. Very similar to his black box and he gulps at what might be in there...He had a bad feeling about it. He blows the boxes to remove the dust and slowly opens them. He adjusts his mechanical eyes to get a better look and notices that there are also photographs. Hundreds of them, but perfectly arranged. On each of them was the date when they were taken and a slight context of those photographs. On the back of the box is a name...Quentin Smith. The Doctor knows that this boy came along with him into this hellhole and he didn't think to find pictures of him as a child. He stopped dead in his tracks when he found a picture of him shirtless in that same lair...He really didn't want to see any more of this shit. He sifts through the boxes and they all have different names and they all have a specific order. But...From Nancy besides the black box there would be many more. All kinds that the Doctor really preferred not to remember. 

How insane was he to have different boxes of his ''children'' but to describe, list and order each photograph by child? Herman felt a slight churning in his stomach and was trying to keep his composure in spite of everything. After going through his deepest hiding place, he decides to take all his things and put them in one of the big boxes Nightmare had and walk slowly and with a bit of disgust to his high school. He still had one of the last jobs to do to mold him completely...
The hours passed and Freddy, even though he had regained his vision, felt more alone than ever. He felt stupid, he felt pitiful. He sat on the stretcher and fiddled around moving his legs that could not touch the floor, he covered himself with the thick blanket and imagined it was his warm basement next to the drawings that had been made for him with so much love. He remembered his most comfortable moments and although most of the time he slept on a dirty and dusty mattress, it was HIS comfortable place where he remained in silence without disturbing anyone. Drawings and photographs were his greatest company. The best memories he had left of what was the peak of his happiness. All the children he innocently played with, all the children who slept next to him on his lap. So much love he gave and received... How could he regret that? So many innocent, delicate, soft angels. Now Freddy was constantly looking at the door, trying to listen with his ears for any noise out of the ordinary: he wanted to hear if the Doctor was coming towards him. Under normal circumstances Freddy would have least wanted Herman to come to him, but now... All he wanted was for him to come to have a presence other than his own. He longed for him just as much as he longed for Monday to see his young offspring. 
Nothing, not a sound was heard and Freddy, although he tried, was beginning to lose his patience. He looked at his hands, imagined that in his right hand he had his beloved clawed glove and remembered the sound it made as it rubbed against the metal. He always made that sound because he liked it and it relaxed him. While Freddy had a very calm personality, he also had some nervous behaviors. He would move his legs involuntarily, suck his thumb, bite his nails, pace back and forth, or play with his clawed glove. He would also constantly rake the dirt in the yard as a barrier to ease his mind from the guilt of what he had done. More than once at daycare he was asked if he was okay, to which he would reply that he just felt a little sick. He was afraid, he was afraid they would find out, he was afraid they would know he had touched one of the children where he shouldn't have, but he hadn't hurt them...He hadn't hurt him...So it wasn't a bad thing, was it? 

That feeling only lasted a couple of days. Little by little it started to become more natural and especially with Nancy. This was what people who loved each other did, wasn't it? He loved Nancy and he knew she loved him. These memories made him smile. Age was just a number, but that number in the eyes of the law was something that paid dearly. But society doesn't know...It doesn't know what true and pure love like his is. He never wanted or wanted to hurt his beloved. Except when he told his secrets to his parents...Society was never going to agree with his love, much less his parents. He swore he had done nothing BAD to them. Nothing they hadn't wanted, but they punished him and all that forgotten. Now he was in a room next to someone else who while he didn't fully understand it either, understands what it's like to lose your mind to what you love. Herman also lost his mind to what he loved to do and went down with all his desires. The desire for suffering and knowledge. 

Finally, he feels heavy footsteps towards the door. This makes him startle with fear, but at the same time with longing. He lost track of the hours, but hearing those footsteps always helped him to return to the reality that although miserable, helped him to know that he was not a ghost haunting the dark and gloomy halls of the Lery Memorial Institute.
The Physician entered the room and observed his patient wrapped in the blanket, but facing the corner. He was not under the gurney as usual and did not want to look at him. Freddy didn't want him to realize that deep down he wanted him to come see him, this was something insane...Nightmare had knowledge of it and the thought of wanting to see him makes him feel pathetic and miserable...Wanting attention from his worst enemy. 

-Hi Freddy, I hope you are very well. I see you've eaten everything, huh?

 Carter smiles curiously at him. He looked like a pitiful little thing punished in the corner. 
Freddy looks at him nervously and nods. He's afraid for what happened last night and that he'll punish him horribly for knowing his darkest secret. 

-He was...Delicious Doctor. 
-Oh? I'm so glad someone appreciates my cooking. But... Why are you there? 

Freddy didn't know what to answer. He knew he couldn't lie, he felt trapped. He didn't want to admit to the Doctor that he missed him, it would be sick. 
Herman approached him, touching his shoulders gently and an electric current ran through his small, bare body. 

-You don't want to see me? Or is it the other way around? Did you miss me? 
-No...
The Doctor strokes her hair, in the neck area and this made her shiver. A tingle ran up and down her back and she was so close that she felt his scent. A scent of burning wires, cigarette and a perfume she had never smelled before. 

-There's no need to lie about it, dear Freddy. You behaved very well last night above all.
-You didn't... You didn't come to hurt me?
Herman smiles at him with some mischief 
-Do you think you deserve to be punished? Have you been a bad boy? You haven't given me a reason, but now you're lying, so I might consider it.
-I...I wanted to see you...Doctor. 
Freddy stammered not knowing exactly what he was really saying. These words he didn't want to say, but they ended up coming out and they came out surprisingly naturally, so much so that he bit his lips thinking how stupid he had been. What was the Doctor going to think now? 
-Ah, yes? So now you'd rather see me, wouldn't you? Do you want me to stay with you for a while?
Freddy looked into his eyes. His eyes flashed fear and a little desire. He wished that he would stay, that I would keep him company for at least an hour and get rid of the silence of the place. But she was also afraid of what the horrible Doctor might do to her, she couldn't trust him. 
-Why?
-I would like to show you something, but first... Will you be obedient to me? Will you do what I ask?

Freddy looks at him with resignation. He slowly nods his head as he knew he couldn't get out of Carter's demands. He had suffered enough to know what this guy was capable of. But despite knowing perfectly well, something had begun to draw her to him. He didn't know what exactly, but he had been the only person in this place who had shown anything other than hatred and suffering. 

Herman after all was also collapsing. Every day that passed he wanted him so much more in every way and seeing him as obedient as he always wanted made him get even hotter. She was getting closer and closer to her task, she was already beginning to miss his presence and was able to recognize him even though it was obvious from his face that she didn't want to acknowledge him. It didn't matter...He wanted to continue mentally torturing him before advancing to the last level and he wanted to see how obedient he would turn to him.

-All right Freddy, I've brought you a few things.
Herman set down in front of Freddy a large cardboard box, dirty and covered with dust. Freddy looked at that box with curiosity and a little nervousness. 
-I'd like you to open it, dear Freddy. 
Herman sits on the gurney and his patient sheepishly slowly lifts the lid of the box to look inside. When he saw the things, his heart shuddered. His body trembled and a pain in his stomach appeared. Herman stares at it along with a smile on his thick, hookless lips. 
-You know what they are, don't you? 
Freddy nodded his head. He took one of the items from the box and looked at it with some fascination. A beautiful little blue dress was visible. It had scratch-like cuts on it...Freddy let out a slight sigh. 
-They're...the children's things. 
-Exactly. Could you explain to me how you got them?
Freddy sighs as he continues to look at the things. They were things from his prized collection. 
-The little ones always went with a change of clothes to the kindergarten in case of an accident...The parents told the teachers to throw them away...How could they think of throwing away these nice clothes? When I was going to throw away the garbage I...I would pick it up and keep it for myself.
-But I see clothes in good condition...
-Well...Also the parents didn't label the clothes and they didn't know whose little one it was and...I kept them if no parent asked for them Doctor....
-And also the ponytails for the hair? 
Freddy touched the pink pigtails inside the box. Freddy smiles wistfully and that makes the Doctor look at him with disgust. 
-These were my Nancy's... Sometimes she didn't like the way she wore her hair and asked me to do her hair. She gave them to me herself Doctor, she told me that if I thought they were pretty I could keep them even though I didn't have as long and pretty hair as hers.
-And can you tell me about the photographs? I see you have a lot of them and they are all numbered, how did you get a camera in the first place?
-I...Sometimes I would walk around the houses in Springwood and one house was selling their stuff and they had a camera, I think it was cheap and I bought it...My first photograph was of my little Nancy and...The other children too and they really liked being photographed Doctor...Look, this picture I took of Nancy while she was playing on a swing...She's cute don't you think?

Freddy looked at the photographs with genuine happiness, Herman could only look at them with disgust at his patient's twisted concept of love. It was time to end that bond he had with them, to put an end to that sick stage his patient had. 
-Do you want to know why I have brought you these things? 
Freddy looks at the Doctor. The brown man's look was serious and authoritarian, he knew in his eyes that it was not for something good and he was afraid, afraid of what he would ask him to do. 
-No Doctor...I don't know. 
Freddy ducked his head in dread. He watches the doctor's legs move and approach towards him slowly, staying in front of him and the huge cardboard box. Freddy stares at the things in the box and remembering all the beautiful moments he had in that beloved nursery, his little Nancy in particular...So similar to his little sister, for the first time life had rewarded him with something good and he enjoyed it like never before.  Without realizing it, the Doctor in his robe pulls out a bottle with a liquid inside. He opens the bottle and drops the liquid into the box. Freddy sees the liquid fall directly into his precious collection, soaking and ruining everything...He smells a potent odor he already knew, not only from his past but from Philip's past: the smell of Kerosene. His heart pounded and he looked again at the Doctor, who had a wicked, sickly smile on his face. Tears began to fall from the little patient who could quickly deduce what was coming next. 
-No...Doctor please...Don't make me do it.
The Doctor pulls out of his robe a box of matches. His look changed to one mixed between a malevolent smile and great seriousness. 
-You told me you would be obedient and obey all my orders, Frederick. This is for your own good.
-They are...my little ones, please...I can't do it.....
Tears ran down the patient's pale cheeks, tears of sadness and pain. He did not want to let go of the only memories where he had finally been happy. Never in his life had he ever been except where he cared for and loved his sister. Letting her go destroyed him and was the beginning of his mental breakdown along with a loss of reality. He was always left with those memories and tried to hold on to them and repeat them no matter what. He ate with the children, played with the children, slept with the children when he told them stories, fell in love with Nancy as he fell in love with his sister...He just wanted her to be happy with him and to be able to enjoy their love. 
Herman touched her chin and made her look up. He could see her blue eyes with a melancholy glow, her sclerae red from crying along with a body tremor. The Doctor's gaze softened almost to the point of relaxation. He didn't look at him as a sick and twisted thing, he just looked at him as another human being, a human being for whom he had been strangely fond. 
-This is for your own good, you have to put that past behind you and be in the present. 
-They...They cared about my Doctor!...I can't throw these memories away.....
Freddy's voice was sharp and trembling, his sadness was genuine. To get rid of this was literally to get rid of his happiness. 

-Now is the present, Freddy. Now I care about you and I want you to leave this past behind and stay with me. Be a good boy for me, you promised to be a good boy and good boys don't break promises, do they? I'm not like them. 
Freddy sighs with a huge sigh of regret. He looks at the Doctor, his face was relaxed...For the first time someone knew all about his past and didn't look like he wanted to kill him or torture him, he even felt that the Doctor understood him. Freddy felt that what the Doctor was telling him was true...This made him trembling take the matches that the Doctor had. Due to nervousness he felt that lighting the match took him an eternity. A pitiful sound came out of his mouth before he was able to throw the lit match into the huge box. A clear flash lit up the room and a huge flame appeared. Freddy still panicked about the fire due to his death so he tried to run but Herman blocked him with his hands. Freddy, not caring that it was the Doctor, clings to his body like a water-scared cat and the crying at the sight of his burning memories increased. Herman, although he felt this surprise ''hug'', did not flinch. He simply smiled in happiness at the realization that his beloved patient had been able to burn those items that reminded him of the happiest moment of life. Freddy felt the Doctor's unnatural warmth on his shoulders and finished collapsing...He hadn't felt something like this in a long time, not even with Wraith did he feel it as powerful as he did with the Doctor. Herman gently stroked his hair and watches things burn, as heavy smoke darkened the room as well. 
-You've done it, Freddy...I'm proud of you.
 The Doctor's voice sounded soft and comforting. Just as Freddy had it with them and it made Freddy cling even tighter to Herman. He was the only thing he had at the moment, his memories were burned, his little ones mostly dead and his memories forgotten...He had no one else except the Doctor. 
-Come with me Freddy, I'll move you to another room...There's too much smoke in here and you might get sick....
Freddy let go of the Doctor and tried to dry his tears. He stared at him and all he could see was a smile of pride...Pride that he had been able to get rid of what killed him in the end. 
-Where?
-Come with me. 

Herman opened the living room door and gently pushed Freddy out with him. The fire slowly finished going out and black smoke was billowing out of the open door. They both walked to another room...While it was similar to the one Freddy was in, it was smaller but clearly more comfortable. It retained the typical dirt and broken ceramics on the walls but at least there was no longer blood or human teeth scattered on the floor. It was relatively warmer and there was no longer a gurney but a mattress like the one his patient had in his basement. Freddy seeing it made him much more relaxed, stretchers always gave him a very bad feeling because of the memories he had. The room was much emptier than the other one, but this was much better for Freddy. With a feeling of his soul leaving his body due to burning his collection, he entered the room and froze in front of the Doctor who was looking at him seriously. He did not possess that malevolent, demented look he always had...For now. 
-You've been very good, so I'll leave you in this room, is that more comfortable for you? 
Freddy nodded his head. He looked around and could feel a little more at home. 
The Doctor leaves the room closing the door gently and Freddy sits down on the mattress. He presses down with his hand and feels it just as comfortable as the one he has in his basement. He wraps himself in the thick blanket and lies down on the mattress curling up as much as possible as a method of comfort. He remembers the things he burned and feels that something of him vanished among the ashes and kerosene. He can't help but cry again, he covers his face with his hands and regrets what he did. At the same time feeling the Doctor's body made him feel alive and...A little bit at peace. How could this be possible? How was it possible that from passing a kidnapper he was now the person who brought him peace? He had no one else. In his past life he only had those kids and in this hell...He had no one either, except maybe Philip who talked from time to time, but...Evan wasn't going to want them to talk, he didn't want any trouble. Herman was all he had and his only option in this place. 

The Doctor felt happy, he felt excited and elated. He had made incredible progress, even though he knew Freddy was devastated by what he did...He was obedient, no need to threaten or talk tough to him. This simply caused him to get hard as hell...He had been holding out and patiently waiting for this opportunity for days, an opportunity which they would end up fucking without the need for any commands or any threats. Freddy was already sensing that the Doctor was the only one who would be there for him so it wouldn't be that complicated to get there. He pressed his lips tightly together, read his file over and over again...He looked at the pictures he took this time in the tub and appreciated the pale skin of his patient, with no burns and with the softness that corresponded to a person with healthy skin. He couldn't help but remember the moment making him gasp. He too was having trouble with his thoughts and desires, he had put aside his sadism for understanding and gentleness...A very different rod to what he was. But this was not bothersome to him, quite the contrary: He was getting faster and faster. Reward if he obeyed, punishment if he disobeyed like a trained dog. He complied with a very strict order and was able to fulfill it...A tingle ran through the Doctor's burned skin. He was determined to give him a good reward with this, just to convince him that he was the one for him, without judging him. 

Maybe an hour or two had passed, but to Freddy, it felt like an eternity. Since the Doctor had left his patient in the new room he hadn't moved from the mattress on the floor like in his nursery. This time at least the light from one of the windows illuminated a little more, but Freddy had become relatively accustomed to the darkness, enough to feel uncomfortable and cover his head with the blanket. The silence was worse here than in the other room, Freddy didn't understand the reason for this. He couldn't hear the wind trying to get in or the electrical power going bad. He even felt that these walls were much deeper than the others...Was it really like that or because of the even more torturous silence did he feel that way? Freddy's mind was at its limit and in the face of losing track of time, losing sleep, losing his collection the only thing he had left was the Doctor and his teaching methods. 

Freddy hears heavy footsteps heading towards his living room door, but this time he doesn't flinch. He didn't want to get up, he didn't want to move, he didn't want to know anything at all. The Doctor sensed it, he also had cameras of that room and could see him hiding like a caterpillar in his blanket without movement. A pitiful and depressing position...He was determined to lift his spirits a little. The door opening for food to come in was definitely much larger than the other one. Not only could food be passed through, but some other larger item such as towels or clothing. The opening gave a dull sound and Freddy could see a tray with food on it along with a strange, relatively large paper bag next to the tray. The footsteps move away and Freddy almost at a crawl grabs the tray to see what the Doctor brought him. He recognizes that Herman's cooking ability surprised and captivated him. It was rice, with a peculiar sauce that when tasted felt like a delight. The best thing about this place was the Doctor's hand, which he could not only use to torture and wound, but also to cook and even to heal. The food ration was more hearty than the previous days, even this time it came with a dessert...Some kind of warm muffin. Freddy had forgotten that he loved sweet dishes, he loved sweets. With his little ones he always prepared, he loved pancakes with honey or with blackberry jam.

While this did not lift his spirits, he found some peace in eating so deliciously. The only times he was able to eat well were when he was with that woman and in the nursery. When he was with that woman he was the one in charge most of the time in the kitchen, as she was terrible for Freddy's taste. She tended to over spice her food and loved spicy food along with meat. Freddy always hated spicy foods, garlic and red meat. This time he felt as if the Doctor knew his tastes, as if he had read his mind or they had really similar food tastes. While he cooked meat, it was deliciously prepared and he had never tasted so good about it. He couldn't believe that someone so talented would fall so deep. The light had left him over time and he never made it out of that darkness...Freddy had the exact same thing happen to him. 
Freddy finished eating and turned his attention to the large bag that came with the food. With a shudder he pulls out what was inside and feels something...Soft, soft and furry. With a little more confidence he pulls it out of the bag and looks at it. It was a teddy bear, a small bear and a little broken but it retained its shape and body. A dark brown bear and its stuffed belly giving it a soft feel like a pillow. Freddy swallowed hard, he didn't understand why Herman sent him a teddy bear when he was already a grown up guy, did he have something inside? No...He didn't feel anything hard inside the bear so it was just an ordinary teddy bear. He decides to leave it in the corner of the room in front of him. Why the fuck would he need a teddy bear?...Surely the other bastard was playing a joke on him and wanted to make fun of him for his loneliness. Freddy covered himself with the blanket again and stood facing away from the bear so he wouldn't see it. 
Freddy didn't hold on for long until he turned his gaze to the teddy bear he left in the corner. It had two buttons for eyes staring at him, it was in that corner as lonely as he was. Freddy tries to resist, he didn't want to go and take it but after some involuntary movements of hands and feet, he ends up going to the corner where he had it and takes it. He feels the softness of fake fur on his skin. It had a bit of dust on it so Freddy gently shakes it off, he didn't want to damage it any more than it was. He stares at it and a soft smile appears on his face. He brings the teddy bear up to his nose and sniffs it...It just had a dusty scent. It was a very cute teddy bear after all 

-How did you survive here, my friend? How did you survive that evil Doctor? 
Freddy knew he wouldn't get an answer, but it didn't matter, he lay down on the dirty mattress and placed the stuffed animal next to him. The softness of the teddy bear made him feel like old times, he always loved stuffed animals. He always had some where he slept to them cuddled. He shyly snuggled up to it and hugged it, as if he had never hugged anyone before. He was thankful that in this place no one was watching him and that no one knows that he likes to sleep with stuffed animals clinging to his body. 
No one, except the Doctor who watched everything through the cameras with fascination. I knew he wouldn't resist taking that teddy bear. Ever since she saw him playing in the nursery with those wooden cubes she had a faint notion that Freddy secretly had his toys too and apparently the favorite ones were stuffed animals. 
What would happen if he took it away from him, would he throw a tantrum? Something I had to find out and that happened, make a game even more fun. 

Freddy in the living room was lying on the mattress cuddled up with the stuffed animal. He had even fallen asleep with it, feeling the soft fake fur on the skin of his face. The warmth of his own body was also held by the teddy bear and he felt like he was in his basement. Warm, no noise, his mattress much more comfortable than the hospital gurneys and the drawings of his little ones. 
A loud noise woke him up, it was footsteps. Freddy quickly regains consciousness and leaves the teddy bear in the corner, as he didn't want Herman to discover him with it. He looked at the reflection in the window and it seemed to be night. How long had he slept? He had no notion but thanks to the bear and the food he felt he really slept well.
The Doctor entered the room along with some things Freddy couldn't recognize. The patient sat on the mattress and looked at Herman nervously. A smile left his lips. 
-Good night Freddy, did you fall asleep? I'm sorry I left you so many hours, I had some rituals to do. 
-No... Never mind Doctor. 
The Doctor knew he had slept well, asleep cuddled up with the teddy bear. He looks sideways and it was nowhere near him. He turns to the corner out of the corner of his eye and there was the bear in a sitting position. 
-I feel like you slept well, didn't you? 
Freddy shivers. He's afraid to look at it so he nods slowly. 
-Did you like my present?
Freddy looked at Herman and took a quick breath. He didn't know what to say to this question, it was obvious he meant the teddy bear. He didn't want him to think badly of it, but he knew he couldn't lie to him either....
-It's... Cute...
-Yes? I'm glad you like it
Herman walks over to the corner and grabs it roughly, at the slightly raised look on his patient's face. He stretches out his arms tightly and looks as if he wants to break it. Freddy instinctively moves towards the Doctor to prevent him from breaking it, Herman stares at him seriously. In his mind he was laughing.
-Apparently you didn't like it very much, that's why you have it in the corner, isn't it? I'd better take it back to where I found it. 
The Doctor was about to leave, but Freddy took him by the firm but trembling arm. His eyes reflected melancholy, almost pleading.
-Doctor...Please don't take him away...He's beautiful and...He helps me. 
-It helps you? -Helps you what? 
-To calm me down... I don't feel so lonely here.
The Doctor smiles. He was able to tell the truth without fear of what people would say and he found that impressive. Surely he would be ready to play differently in that case. 
-All right...I'm not that bad, but first you'll have to do some things for me if you want to. Will you be obedient?

Freddy sighs, he has a slight intuition about this and a current of panic runs through his body. He ends up nodding his head earning a warm smile. 
-Oh... That's perfect. All right, then I'd like you to get undressed. Take off that hospital gown and stand naked in front of me. 
His patient stands in front of the Doctor and shakily begins to slowly remove his gown. He undresses his shoulders and lets the hospital gown fall down his legs to the floor. He is left naked before the smiling gaze of the man who looks at his pale uncovered skin, so he walks over to his smaller body and corners him to the wall with his strong arms. Freddy feels the cold ceramic wall on his bare spine which makes him startle. A sound escapes his lips and he avoids looking at the Doctor who looks down at him with some pleasure. He remembered the pictures he took of her in the tub and shudders slightly. He caresses his soft shoulders and warm neck, with his thumb and forefinger he touches his chin and makes Freddy look him in the eyes. Herman could be reflected in the slightly moist eyes of his patient who was trying to cover his torso with both arms. The Doctor touches the corner of his patient's lips with his own. Freddy feels the warm air and Herman's heavy breathing on his cheeks. It wasn't the first time the Doctor had kissed him, but this kiss felt more forceful than the previous ones, as if Herman was struggling to hold back. The Doctor's rough lips scraped Freddy's thin, soft lips but he tried not to flinch. Freddy felt the kiss increase in heat and touch, the Doctor moved closer to his body leaving him trapped between his arms and chest. Freddy felt the brush of the Doctor's tongue on his lips, a subtle brush that increased in power more and more. With teary eyes he joins his tongue with his own feeling the abnormal heat of it and this time the Doctor pulls his hair tightly back. Freddy looks at him with a slightly pained look at the hard pull he received and emitted a subtle painful sound. The Doctor smiles mischievously and smacks his lips as he looks at his patient. 
-I see you're not resisting like you used to, dear Freddy. Did you like that?

The patient does not respond. He doesn't know what feeling he really has - fear? a tingling? pleasure? pleasure at being close to someone after so many days? receiving something that wasn't just beatings, threats or poisoning? It was a storm of emotions the little man could not describe. Herman strokes his neck gently and this causes Freddy to swallow saliva, the wall no longer felt cold and a little sweat began to run down his skin. The Doctor's luminous eyes lit up with excitement at the remarkable docility his patient was having, his methods were having results. 
-I want to play with you...Will you obey me in my game? Will you be a good boy for me? In return I'll leave you the teddy bear as a prize. 
Freddy was afraid, that much was obvious. He still knew what the Doctor was capable of doing to him, but his look... It was so different from the little patient's perception. The same look he had when he looked at the little ones that approached him. Desire? Fascination? A desire that gave the sensation of your skin burning? he knew he couldn't refuse, knew he was just a small one of a huge predator thirsty for action. Her only option was to acquiesce...There was no way out. Or was this what deep down inside the smaller man desired as well? One of the most confusing things he had ever felt besides his love for them...He didn't understand his own mind and there was no turning back now. The Doctor smiles at his patient's fearful response.
The Doctor picks up one of the things he had brought when he arrived. It looked dirty but white, the darkness made it hard to see what it was, but Herman would give him his answer.
-Do you know what this is? 
Freddy shakes his head, fear paralyzing him.
-It's a straitjacket, Freddy. I want you to obediently let me put it on, will you? 
-What? What will you do to me?
-I won't do anything to you if you're a good boy and obey me. That's all I ask of you 
Freddy bites his lips and his eyes begin to get wetter and wetter. I could see the smile and a lustful presence in this request. Well, more than a request it was a clear order but asked in a sweet way... Freddy would have to obey the Doctor. He ducks his head and does not know what to say to this, Herman instead finds that this doubt and fear excites him...He is excited by the fear and uncertainty of his patients. Freddy's face was so demonstrative that there was no need for any kind of threat or torture to get his truth out in the open, the expressions on his face spoke for him. 

His little patient grunts plaintively. He doesn't want to do it, he doesn't want to be strapped down almost completely with that thing, even though he's never worn one they look distinctly uncomfortable. 
Freddy makes a docile motion so that the Doctor can put the vest on him. He laughs at this happily, he felt that finally everything he had done paid off: he has agreed to do something just to feed the Doctor's sick and morbid mind, it makes him feel horny, he feels his crotch hard and he just wants to fuck him all night long without stopping. But he wants to play a little before he does it, he feels he has to prepare his little patient much better before he uses his huge piece of meat to punish him and bring out the desires he has been trying to hide for a long time. 
Herman has Freddy stretch his arms out in front of him as he begins to put the straitjacket on him. He feels the pressure of the straps all over his arms and torso, he feels squeezed, trapped and almost drowning inside that thing. The straitjacket had several straps in total to not only imprison his arms, but also his neck, shoulders and groin area where it had two straps squeezing the area near his testicles. The smaller man's white cock was exposed and stood out between that shirt and the straps that squeezed his intimate area more tightly. With moist eyes he looked at the Doctor who smiled and could finally appreciate his best patient in one of his favorite outfits. 

-Why are you making me wear this...?
Freddy's voice was cut off by the sensation of loss of air with this thing. He felt imprisoned and immobilized, a torturous and terrifying feeling. All the Doctor did was smile at him with genuine happiness. 
-I love these outfits and I think you look very pretty in it, Frederick. You look so delicate and weak...It's really nice to see and especially because this vest is the smallest one I have in my institute. Lovely isn't it?
-Please Doctor .... I beg you stop this....
-But we're just getting started Freddy -Weren't you supposed to have promised to obey me? 
-I don't like it... -Please Doctor...
-Don't worry about it, dear patient, you'll end up liking to use it later, I know it.
Herman with his strength, abruptly turns his patient over leaving him face down without being able to look at him. Freddy with the straitjacket could not resist this. 

Freddy felt the Doctor look at her slim, small hips, which Herman could easily get around. The Doctor reaches down to see thighs and a slightly raised little ass. Freddy wants to move but the Doctor stops him by placing a hand tightly on his back and exerted pressure on it as a warning. If his patient moved he would not hesitate for a second to be much rougher. 
Freddy moaned unable to move as Herman watches the white back area of his patient, his current position was lovely and provocative. The straps Freddy had on his groin were much tighter in this position and his skin quickly turned red. It was time to start the stimulation work. 
Herman gets up and takes from among his things, an ointment and a vibrator. Freddy in the position he was in couldn't see what Herman was doing and that was much better for the Doctor, he liked to give surprises. He stands on top of Freddy's petite body and adds some of the ointment to his huge fingers. It didn't take long for him to open his buttocks and insert two lube covered fingers into his patient's ring of muscle. A moan of discomfort came from the smaller man and he roughly felt those fingers inside him along with that liquid causing easier access to his insides. Herman while he had fucked Freddy before, he had never done it in his human form and so it felt fucking tight, even for his fingers. 
-Come on Freddy, I recommend you relax, so it'll be easier and you can enjoy it Huh?
Freddy says nothing more than a few sounds mixing between pleasure and discomfort. Herman was stimulating the right area with his fingers and this made his patient shiver along with a wiggle of his toes. Herman smiles as it didn't take him long to find Freddy's pleasure zone. 
His asshole began to dilate little by little, that Herman could feel as Freddy's grunts became less loud. It was time to start another game before the real fun. 
The doctor filled the vibrator with lubricant and inserted it inside Freddy. He lets out a pained yelp as he didn't expect something much bigger to go through him roughly.
-Doctor...Please stop....
-I just inserted a vibrator, which I haven't turned on yet... Have you ever used anything like this before?
Freddy shakes his head, the corners of his eyes dropping strands of tears. Herman strokes his cheek gently. 
-Very good, I'll make you enjoy this, it'll feel great, I promise. 

Herman turns on the vibrator and a moan comes out of Freddy's mouth who has never felt anything vibrate so hard. He looks at the Doctor who enjoys his face, pitiful combined with pleasure. Freddy is ashamed to admit that this feels good, so he tries to remain silent as he feels that vibrator stimulate his insides and rear area strongly. He doesn't know what to do, in his mind he curses this trick and this strange doctor's toy. 
-I see it feels good, doesn't it Freddy? 
-No...I don't like it....
Herman with his foot, turns Freddy's body around to get a better look at him: His little cock was hard and getting considerably wet from the stimulation he was receiving. Even in the position he was in he had moistened the mattress, so the Doctor laughs at him. 
-Are you not supposed to like this? I see your mouth says you don't like it, but your body apparently does. 
Freddy bites his lips as the vibration was increasing. Herman orders him to get on all fours as the Doctor positions himself right in front of the patient's face, Freddy's eyes were right on the Doctor's groin. Freddy could see Herman's pants also wet, just as he was hot, hotter than ever. Herman unbuckles the belt of his pants and strokes Freddy's hair.
-Would you help your Doctor with this step? Be a good boy for me and help me. 
Freddy takes a sharp breath and reaches down to Herman's crotch, right where the belt was and brings his lips to the zipper. With his teeth he pulls the zipper down to completely unbuckle his pants. 
-That's it... You're a very efficient boy. 
The Doctor's cock popped out of his pants and lay next to Freddy's nervous face, who felt a steady and increasingly excited vibration. Herman's member was thick and wet, eager for some affection after many days of holding out. Freddy didn't want to, but at the same time he was so horny that he had a few seconds of hesitation about what to do next. The Doctor let out a subtle smile at the fearful and confused look on his patient's face.
-I see you look at him quite a bit Do you want to play with him? 

Freddy felt the heat of his member on his cheek. A huge piece of flesh boiling and moistened by the pleasure of seeing him enjoying this situation. The patient brushes his lips on the shaft, subtly makes gentle movements with the delicate skin of the penis and moves up to the head, which was moist and swollen with horniness. The Doctor makes a subtly panting sound, feels the tingling of his patient's soft lips and begins to lose patience quickly. 

-If you want you can play a little rougher, without biting of course. 
The Doctor felt a small wet tongue gently lick the lower area of the cock. It wasn't the cold tongue which licked him so long ago, but it still felt very good. The licking was subtle, he didn't know if it was because Freddy was doing it in fear or was it to better anticipate what was coming next. After all it felt amazing, he even felt his tool throbbing eagerly to enter towards some soft cavity. 
Freddy, due to the stimulation he was receiving, ends up inserting the egg-sized glans into his mouth. He doesn't do it roughly, but it wasn't hard to feel his throat full before such a large member. The Doctor grunts at the soft, wet sensation in his patient's mouth. It felt very small and warm...definitely much more human than when he possessed the burns, but it felt amazing. Freddy as best he could tried to move his mouth to stimulate his cock and not fall because of the position he was in, it was very uncomfortable. The doctor noticed this discomfort so he sat down on the mattress and Freddy was able to get into a more precise position to be able to perform the suction more effectively. Tears of erotic pleasure fell down Freddy's cheeks and at the same time he felt the vibrator inside him. Herman with a smile strokes his hair and gently pushes his patient's head so he could get his cock in as far as possible. He heard the smaller man gagging and this warmed him even more. 

-I see you're doing much better this time than in the past, huh? Does my penis taste good?
This question made Freddy hesitate for a second. Why was he doing this? He didn't like this, he didn't like to be licking the cock of the man who kidnapped and tortured him...It was something sick and twisted. 
Again he feels a hand on the back of his neck and pushes him back to continue doing the job.
-I didn't tell you to stop, I want you like a good obedient boy to keep doing it. 
Freddy grunts, as he has to continue doing this unpleasant but at the same time exciting job. He moves his tongue around the Doctor's huge glans and the Doctor feels the slight roughness of the tongue move with stimulation in the most sensitive area. The walls of the cheek and throat squeezed the rest, he quickly began to have the desire to cum and watched his patient each time stimulating him more and more easily: He wanted to fill his little mouth with his milk that he had been waiting for days. Freddy felt himself hardening so he increased the pace, the Doctor was sweating and panting with a hoarse voice at such a pleasurable act. He decided to take his head hard this time and his cock wanted to enter as deep as possible, but the smaller man could not stand such brutality, he thought he was going to vomit so he begged the Doctor for a little more gentleness with a pitiful moan. Herman far from stopping, this time he changed position and moved his hips as a river of saliva ran down his patient's mouth onto the mattress. The onslaught was coming so fast and steady that he didn't have time to clean himself. The excess moisture was helping the penis slide into Freddy's mouth much better. Finally, with both hands Herman grunts as he fills the patient's mouth with his thick, copious semen. He watches Freddy flop sideways on the mattress, his mouth wet with both saliva and his special liquid. Freddy watches him with teary eyes and his face red from the effort he had to make, but it was not enough. Roughly he put Freddy back down on all fours, but with his ass even more raised to get a better look at him. He had the vibrator on and also forcefully stimulated it with his fingers. Because of the force Freddy received, he moaned painfully.

-Doctor, please...Don't do it.....
Herman pulled his hair back tightly. 
-I didn't tell you to talk, don't disobey me.
The Doctor took Freddy's cock and jerks him off hard. He feels him getting harder and harder, to the point where he knows he wants to cum and stops the act. Freddy grunts with garbled sounds, from moaning to pain that the Doctor stopped when he was so close to climaxing. Herman laughs at him
-Did it feel good, do you want me to go on?
Freddy doesn't answer, just grunts which makes the Doctor can't stand not getting answers. He removes the vibrator and settles in so that his cock enters roughly into his patient's ring of muscle. A pained scream comes out of Freddy's mouth along with pitiful sounds and Herman finally...Finally after days of holding out he is here. He feels the tight and very hot inside which due to the stimulation received stretched more easily. The cock which was wet with saliva and lubricant slid easily inside Freddy's cavity and it didn't take long for the thrusts to increase. 
While Freddy felt this painful, he acknowledged that this felt much better than before. He didn't know if it was because he felt physically healthier or because the Doctor this time did a better job anticipating the sexual moment. Her mouth was drooling and her eyes were red from crying so hotly. 
When the Doctor inserted his cock all the way in, he moved his patient's small hips up to his huge hunk of meat and Freddy began to feel those electric currents again. They were vibrating his whole body and even his head, a pleasurable tingling ran through his skin. This made him bite the dirty mattress and he tried not to make too much noise, but the Doctor pulled his hair hard again. This time he really wanted answers and he wanted honest answers.

-Will you be a good boy and tell me the truth?
Freddy gasped and tried to catch his breath through his mouth. The thrusts increased, the Doctor's testicles collided with Nightmare's bony buttocks, the melody could easily be heard from far away but at least there was no one to hear them. 
-It...Feels good Doctor....
-That's it...This is your fault...Do you know how long I've been putting up with doing that? You had me fucking horny and you have to take the consequences. 
Herman's Rhythm calmed down, but the thrusts were reaching the limit and his cock was completely filling Freddy's flat little belly. He pulled his cock out and repositioned his patient to face him upward. The Doctor could see how the straps squeezed his groin and his skin was red along with marks from them. He kindly unbuckled them and slightly uncovered his patient's stomach. He loves the difference in size between Freddy's cock and his own, much larger and thicker it easily filled his stomach. As he pushed it back in another high pitched moan came out of Freddy's mouth who was looking at him with tears in his eyes. Herman looked at the small bulge forming in his stomach and with one of his big hands put pressure on it so he could better feel that member moving inside him. A forceful gasp comes out of both of their mouths. 
-Damn, your body is spectacular Freddy Do you like to have your skin without burns?
-Yes...
-I love you with whatever physique you have, my patient... -You love me? 
Freddy looks at him and doesn't really know what to answer to this question. He had never been asked this question before and was afraid of giving the wrong answer. What did he feel for the Doctor? Fear, disgust, panic... Desire and appreciation... They were too opposite feelings and he knew that deep down it was wrong to feel this way. Herman had kidnapped him, tortured him, raped him and experimented on him. How could he love someone like that? But...He has also shown his more human side, understanding and comprehending his love for children and his love for the person who was his little sister. He has been the only one who has understood him, understood him and not judged him despite what he has done before he fell into this hell.Why did he do all this for him?Why didn't he hurt him?Why did he give him good meals, bathed him and even stayed with him so he wouldn't torture him so much with loneliness?....
Did she really begin to love him?
-Me... I love you, Doctor. 

Herman looks at him and smiles. He lies on top of his body and hugs him by the shoulders as he thrusts roughly and takes advantage of his gasps and open mouth to kiss him, stimulates his mouth with his tongue as he continues the onslaught and Freddy emits watery sounds feeling the Doctor's wide, hot tongue. 
The Doctor's penis hits an area which causes Freddy to forcefully bite down on Herman's shoulder as his thick semen sprays across his belly and straitjacket. The Doctor feels his patient's bite and shifts position to see his little belly stained with his sperm, so he takes some with both fingers and shoves it into his mouth. 
-Lick your own semen, this is for biting me. 
Freddy exhausted before the doctor's unbridled sex, licks his fingers full of semen and Herman feeling the hot tongue on his fingers feels a tingling in his cock so he ends up filling his insides again. The clenching of his patient's bowels made all the semen he expelled end up inside him and he grunted at such a clenching he suffered. He withdrew his member and sperm ran down Freddy's slender legs, he felt happy...Complete after finally having done it, but this was simply round one. 
Freddy looked at the Doctor with tears in his eyes, he didn't know what he had answered but he knew it wasn't a lie. He was the one who was there for him in some strange and twisted sense but...He was there for him anyway. 

Herman caressed Freddy on the cheek. He smiles softly at him after hours of constant sex. They were both deeply exhausted but Freddy was even more so due to the bizarre sleep changes he has had. The straitjacket was soaked in sweat and traces of semen so the Doctor agrees to take it off leaving him naked. His smooth white skin was sweating while the Doctor's rough dark skin was radiating flashes of electricity. He felt so happy and complete that he knew he could sleep amazing before he had to complete his other mission in two more months. Freddy takes him by the arm and his voice sounded exhausted but pleading. 
-Doctor...Can you stay with me...?
Herman looks at him silently at this request. It was clear that he wanted them to sleep together, after unbridled and intense sex like a young couple who have only been in a relationship for a short time. He was never someone affectionate, when he slept with him it was only to torture him but this time Freddy was asking him in another tone...One much more human and loving than he was used to. But seeing his thin little body covered by a blanket made him think about it. He looked soft, warm and human...When was the last time he slept with someone similar to a human being before he fell to this hell? Regardless, His patient/pet was very well behaved...He really enjoyed fucking a grown man and it was true that he wanted it. A feeling deep down he wanted her to feel, he wanted the Doctor to be the only thing he had in this shit and it all paid off. So he happily decided to fulfill his request. 
-All right my patient, you have behaved very well so this will be your reward and keep your teddy bear. 
Herman takes off his clothes and lies down on the mattress next to his patient, who shyly approaches him. He wraps his wire-covered arms around him and watches as he gradually falls asleep from exhaustion. The Doctor strokes his hair and feels a churning in his stomach, not a bit annoyed but curious. Actually this time his humanity had completely wavered from what it almost always was: a ruthless, psychopathic killer who enjoys driving others crazy, but partly thanks to Freddy he feels that he is not a machine... He is a human being and human beings have that feeling. Loving? Did he really love Freddy? Despite what he was? Apparently he did, he did all this for him. And he was sure he would do it a hundred times if necessary. 

*~~~~~*

Herman had fallen asleep without realizing the moment. He lay on the filthy mattress where he had had sex with Freddy...the sex he had waited so long for. He looked to his side and his patient was nowhere to be seen. A huge sigh comes out of his mouth, a sigh of some annoyance. He had forgotten that it had been a week since Freddy had been kidnapped and the Entity had taken him away. She gets up and gets dressed to get ready for the rituals, tidying everything as it was before. He feels a bitter taste in his mouth, something similar to metal with lemon. He doesn't know why that sensation, but he didn't like it.  He walked through the corridors of the Institute and there was no noise, except for the water falling from the pipes and the electrical light in bad condition. He sits in his office and reviews Freddy's file next to the cameras out of inertia...Nothing in the cameras like the old ways. Another sensation ran through his body and he couldn't specify what it was either. He leaves the office with that feeling that he cannot appease, he has rituals to perform. 
Freddy wakes up and looking at the sky, it was different. He sits up and looks around. He was no longer in the Institute, but was finally in his beloved nursery. The warmth of the pipes flooded her body, she felt different. Look at his hands and they were finally covered in scars and without fingernails since being burned to death his nails melted. He was finally back...The Entity had taken away his punishment. But Freddy didn't have that feeling he would have expected to have upon finally being released from his punishment. It was all different...A tingle ran through his neck. 
He toured the nursery and the houses of Springwood. That feeling he had wasn't going away either, even seeing his flowers didn't appease that feeling.
Freddy looked down at his right hand and he had his claw glove on, he fiddled with it a couple of times...He missed having it on after so long. That alone brought a subtle smile from his once again misshapen lips but it didn't calm him down either. He sat on a swing and bent his head looking down at the ground and a cold breeze hit his scarred skin.

After finishing the rituals, the Doctor decided to take a bath with warm water, he never bathed with warm water, but suddenly he wanted to do it. He introduced his body into the bathtub and flooded his head into it. 

Loneliness was hitting them both.

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Chapter Text

XIX DEBT

FREDDY KRUEGER X TALBOT GRIMES FIC

After the much desired term of punishment, the Entity had released the Nightmare from his prison where he was held for a week in captivity under the shadow and order of the Doctor. After that week, he was taken to his nursery and although he finally left that place, a part of him was lost. He was no longer the same killer as before, no longer the Dream Demon who terrorized and hunted survivors in dreams to snag or kill them by piercing their hearts with his clawed gauntlet. They saw him in his weak and punished side, being taken away by Herman without quite knowing what happened to him. When Freddy went to the rituals again they felt a different look from them. He couldn't explain it clearly, but those looks bothered him, a lot. At least he was thankful he wasn't a killer who got called to the rituals a lot, so while he didn't go he stayed in the dream world where at least he couldn't get hurt.

The most painful damage at this time was that of loneliness. After a long time he felt lonely, something understandable since he was literally a week accompanied by the electric sadist. He strolled around his kingdom making chrysanthemums and red carnations bloom, he liked red flowers and sunflowers. The warm breeze hit his skin again full of horrendous burns and he felt like before: Light in the face of his clearly deteriorating muscle mass and weak. He looked at his bony hands with the scars and remembered when he looked at himself in the mirror at the Institute...He saw his humanity again and so he could again contemplate how unattractive he was back then. Freddy was a dream-viewer again, but he became closer to them, as a means of clearing his mind of the memories Herman had triggered in his head. He always looked at the huge hallway of doors that were the entrances to his colleagues' dreams and although the Doctor's was present sometimes, he didn't dare enter that door even though deep down he wanted to. 
He remembered his meals and the baths he had given him. The last night before falling asleep he could feel her warm body enveloping him with clear softness and a few caresses in his hair. A shiver runs through the Nightmare's body at the memory of that sensation. Although the Doctor's temperature was always very high, at least with his healthy skin it was tolerable and counteracted the low temperature of the Institute's walls. Freddy couldn't remember when he had last slept with another person, an adult being who would hold him and comfort him as he had. It had been a week since that event and he avoided the Doctor at all costs. He knew he wouldn't give a shit if he did or didn't go to his high school Why would he be any different? He just used him all that time Why would he want her to go near him?

Freddy swallowed his saliva bitterly. All the dreams were the same and monotonous under his perspective, they all dreamed the same as always...Their own storms and their own desires that blossomed completely in the subconscious. Trapper always dreamed of fucking or hunting animals, Huntress of vague memories of her mother, Amanda of her old master, nothing changed. He hadn't gone to Wraith's dreams either, though the longing to see him was as high as the longing to see the Doctor. Something was holding him back from actually doing it, he didn't quite know what it was. Fear of Evan? Fear of new confusions? He was confused too after all. Philip was good to him too, he didn't deserve for them not to see each other even though they both agreed to stay relatively far apart...But he had to do it, he had to see his only friend in this hell. 
Freddy slowly entered Wraith's dream world. The image was that of a night river along with lots of green grass and a summer breeze. Wraith was sitting on a huge rock in the river moistening his feet with the cool water. The moon was large and bright, Freddy could see his silhouette in the moonlight. The sleep was so peaceful that anyone would fall asleep in this place. Nightmare was extremely glad that his friend had peaceful dreams and felt at peace. He approached slowly but stopped as he didn't want to disturb their tranquility. Philip who was moving his feet in the water stopped, felt a glance behind his back and turned to look. A look of surprise and nervousness appeared on his face. Several meters away stood the dreamer looking at him with a subtle smile but a very different look from the one he had. It was as if he had largely lost his emotions but his presence far from feeling dangerous, felt melancholy...As if he needed a comforting embrace. Wraith stands up from the rock and stares at Freddy in astonishment.

-It can't be...Nightmare Really?...You're back?....
Nightmare nods softly, she felt like that week was really months. He always liked Philip's gentle presence and had forgotten all about it. 
Philip runs quickly, standing in front of the smaller man. Tears run down the larger man's dark cheeks and his sleep begins to vibrate. Wraith instinctively hugs Freddy tightly, as if he hasn't seen him in years. 
-Nightmare...Forgive me...Because of me the Entity has punished you...I didn't mean for this to happen.
-Don't worry about that, Philip... I don't regret having helped you at that time...I'm glad you have such pleasant dreams. 
Philip releases him gently. Although it was a dream, he invites him to sit on the same rock where he was getting his feet wet and Freddy didn't want to do that, he knew it was best to keep his distance.
-I'm sorry, but I'd better get out of your dream... I wanted to know if you were all right. 
Philip looks down at him and his luminous eyes looked up at him with melancholy as well. It hurt him that Nightmare rejected him so he felt even more guilty. 
-Please don't go. I want to talk to you, I want to hear from you since no one has seen you and I didn't see you as a survivor either...Don't go away again. 
Nightmare sighs and looks at him with empty eyes. Even if she wanted to she couldn't deny Philip a conversation, a conversation with someone other than the Doctor. He sits down next to him and watches the slow flowing water of the river and the quiet sound of it. 
-How could the Entity turn you human? I didn't think it had that ability...
Freddy looks at him with eyes mixed between annoyance and sadness. Philip feels he ruined the moment
-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...
-Don't worry about it. I know you have no bad intentions with me...It's just not something I want to remember right now. And how have you been? How are things going with the big guy?
Philip sighs and smiles subtly. 
-He and I...We've been a little better. I think the best thing we could have done was to stay friends. He and I are really different, you know? But after the fight we had, his temper has improved, he's much calmer. 
-As friends, huh? And you agreed with that decision? 
Philip looked at Freddy with a bitter look. He ducked his head, showing that he was hurt by it.

-I...I really love him, but it was understandable that this was bound to happen sooner or later, maybe this is the best thing for both of us. 
-I see...I hope you can get over it soon. 
Nightmare felt Wraith subtly approaching him. He didn't know what to do or what to say in the face of this. He felt a tingling in his stomach and a nervous current. Not as nervous as the one he felt with the Doctor, but it was exactly the same. He felt a kind look and felt Wraith want to hug him again. Being his dream, he felt everything the dream's owner thought or wanted without needing to speak. He hesitated, he had mixed feelings because he felt good with Philip but they were just friends and he also didn't want to get in trouble with anyone else again. What should he do in that case? 
While her mind was wandering in her questions, she inadvertently feels warm arms around her bony shoulders. They weren't threatening, they weren't heavy and they weren't with bad intentions. This did not stop him from inwardly startling and swallowing saliva at how surprising this act was to him. Wraith noticed the tension in Nightmare's body, he looked like a stray cat scared of being hit. He realized that whatever the Entity had done to him affected him greatly. This brought his guilt back, even though Freddy told him over and over again that he didn't regret what he did, he couldn't help but feel that if it hadn't been for him being so weak, none of what he suffered would have happened. 
-You don't have to worry about it Wraith...It's over. I'm already here and I don't want you to torment yourself about it. 
-I know... -But...
-It doesn't matter now, I'm glad you're all right.
Philip felt the cold, rough skin of the smaller scarred man. He had forgotten how cold his skin was unlike Evan's. He was grateful that finally the Entity had released him from punishment and at least he could see him in his dreams. 
-Why are you dreaming about this place, by the way? 
-I don't know... I felt calm before sleeping, I talked well with Trapper and my rituals were fine. Then when I dreamed I was here, it's a bit similar to my kingdom, don't you think? 
-Yes, it has the same darkness and a lot of pasture. It's... nice.
Wraith's warmth was much more human and calm than the Doctor's. It reminded him of the warm baths he received and Herman gently cleansed his skin. It felt strange but comfortable at the same time, Philip radiated another level of tranquility and Freddy couldn't describe it. Despite that, his body was still stiff as a stake and this slightly distressed Philip, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
-Are you feeling all right?
Freddy, hearing that question, felt his own vanish in the blink of an eye. Wraith's voice was soft and calm, almost comforting making him only more confused than he was. He pulled away from the brown man gently and rose from the rock they were sitting on. 
-Yes...I'm glad to see you're calm Philip, but I'd best be on my way. It was good to see you again.

Philip also stood up and looked down at Nightmare. He had forgotten how small he was in comparison to his body and while that guilt still wouldn't go away, it wasn't worth asking him to stay. He smiled softly at her and patted her shoulder as a farewell
-Will you come to my dream again?
Nightmare before retreating stands still for a few seconds. He hadn't expected Wraith to ask him again to come given what happened before he was punished by the Entity. But a part of him was glad at that question, which was asked with a certain tenderness. 
-If that's what you want, I can come back another time. 
Freddy smiles at him with his misshapen lips subtly. He leaves Wraith's dream and feels a strange sense of happiness, happiness because he had someone else to talk to without fear of being judged besides the Doctor. 

Nightmare went back to reviewing the various dreams of his companions. They were still the same as always and he checked one of the doors he rarely went to visit: Talbot's. Freddy never had any kind of friendship with that hunchbacked and deformed man but he didn't find him unpleasant either. He remembered when he went to a ritual against him, letting him go. He didn't understand why he really did that, let alone how he was able to realize his identity...According to him he had the smell of blood and Demons Did he have the ability to detect that? He didn't know much about him, beyond having done similar things as the Doctor, but he was less sadistic in his perspective.

 Talbot's dream seemed to be inside a strange hut along with flowers and items Freddy couldn't describe.Test tubes? It was the closest thing to those items. Talbot looked at the flowers eagerly and stood still for a few seconds while Nightmare watched him from a distance unwilling to be seen.

-I see... You've shown up here, huh?
Talbot turned to look at Freddy, who was surprised that he saw him so quickly. Blight's voice was watery and faint ribbons of shiny spittle dripped from his mouth onto the floor. 

-The Entity...He's taken away your punishment...Impressive.
-You...How did you know I was here?
-Your smell is nauseating Nightmare...You have the smell of coal, demons and blood...Along with the drugs...Same smell as the Doctor. 
Freddy looked at the hunchbacked man nervously. Talbot walks up to him and tries to stand up straight, he was taller than Freddy and had huge monstrous hands that could very well cover the Nightmare's face. 
-I knew you'd come here...I've been waiting for you...I need you. 
Nightmare did not feel Talbot as a threat. He felt his sensations and despite being someone deformed and insane, he didn't want to harm him like the Doctor. He seemed more like an old man who wanted to do research than a sadistic psychopath who only wanted to torture. Freddy swallows saliva and looks at the hunchback curiously. 
-For what?
Talbot offers him his hand. 
-I know you have the ability to see the feelings of dreamers...I know you know my intention is not to hurt you...It's something that would benefit us both if it all works out. Trust me and come with me to the real world.
Freddy hesitates. He has already had bad experiences in the real world because of the Doctor. He knows that outside of the dream world he's much weaker than most killers. But Blight was right, he didn't sense bad intentions in that "man". He felt curiosity, ambition...Desire. Desire for something big, for something revelatory, something that could change things. Although Freddy did not know what it was about, it was not something to torture or torment him...Of that he was sure. With many doubts, he ends up accepting and takes his huge hand to take him out into the real world.

Blight wakes up and brings the Nightmare with him. Freddy stands above him and watches his eyes glow and his mouth secrete liquid. He stands up and the warm breeze from the place touches his scars. He looks around and it was very similar to Talbot's dream, but with other things Freddy didn't know the name of. Blight was asleep on a strange quilt filled with dirty blankets of various colors, like that of a hermit. There were many old books and notes written in an ancient pen. There were many candlelights all around, giving it a gloomy but warm look at the same time. There was also a huge wooden table full of old items, full of scratch-like marks and a current of fear washed over him. Talbot stands up and stares at Freddy. He didn't look as tall when he was hunched over, but he was much stouter than the old gardener. 
-Welcome to my home, Nightmare... If you'd like to sit down," he said.
Freddy watched sat down on the quilt where Talbot was asleep and proceeded to sit up, while listening to the watery breathing of the man or what was left of a man. His consciousness at least was still intact. 
-Why have you brought me into the real world? 
Talbot with his long, mutated fingers takes Freddy's hand. He feels the coldness of his skin and its roughness due to the scars. 
-When I saw you at the rituals, I was very surprised by Nightmare. You can do anything in the dream world? 
-You could say so... But the Entity has reduced my abilities. 
I see... But you can shape-shift in the dream world? 
-Yes. 
-That's... -Unbelievable. 
-Why do you ask? 
-Nightmare... Of all of us here, you're the only one with that ability. The ability to have your own world, to do whatever you want in it. You're aware of that, aren't you?
-What are you getting at?
-Look at me, Nightmare... Look at me and be honest... -Is it nice to see me?
-I can't say anything about others... I'm no different either. 
-Your skin is covered with burns because that's how you died...You were condemned to that painful death, weren't you?
Freddy bows his head. He doesn't want yet another person to judge him for his past like everyone else has, especially the Doctor and Trapper. He doesn't want to talk about Talbot's physique...He knows it's horrible. 
-Hey, if that's what you brought me here for....
-Easy, easy, little man. I'm not here to judge any of you, least of all you. We're all sinners...I'm very interested in your ability. 
Nightmare had a horrible fear at these words. He remembered the Doctor and tensed his body with a clawed readiness. Blight let out a watery chuckle at the burned man's change of position.
-Easy...I'm not like the Doctor. He's a sadistic fanatic about torture and pain...Justifying it by science but I'm not that way. My intention is not to hurt you, but to ask for your help.
-For what?
Talbot gets up from Nightmare's side and looks at some lighted candles, he plays with the small flame coming out of them. 
-I'll get to the point Nightmare...I was an ordinary man, who acknowledges that he has committed sins against humanity like the Doctor. But...I have much more deformity than he does because of all that I have injected into myself. And when I saw your ability, when I saw that you became a human being again without scars...Something inside me ignited. I want to look like a human and...I'm not the only one you know, so these days I've been working on an injection to achieve that. But...I'm missing the essential thing...That thing is you.

Freddy swallows saliva and trembles. He remembered that the Doctor experimented on him in inhuman ways and he doesn't want to go through the same thing again. But Talbot felt different, far from a threat, he seemed like someone willing to negotiate...More than the Doctor at least. 
-Did you bring me here to experiment on me? I'm not a lab rat Talbot. 
He raised his clawed hand, ready to fight Blight, but the man didn't move. He didn't even touch his staff with which he harmed survivors in rituals. 
-Rat? Who damaged you so much that you think you're a lab rat?
-So what the fuck do you want?
-I want to take a blood sample from you. 
-Blood? 
-Yes... -That's what I want. I won't torture you or cut you to pieces to get it, it's not worth it. I want some of your blood and use the injection on me to see if it works...That's all. If it works...I can finally have a little more humanity which I lost so many years ago. Not only me Nightmare...Hag could have his human form, Plague...Oni, Wraith...All of them could access this and feel human again. Even you if you want to...In the real world. Don't you miss your healthy skin? 
-I...I don't live in this world Talbot, besides nothing assures me that this thing you plan to do won't have side effects. 
-I know that, Freddy. That's why I'll be the first to try it...I want to see my results. I won't force you either, the decision is yours. 

Nightmare looks at Blight and hesitates for a moment. His argument sounds convincing, although he never presented much interest in the other killers, he did think about Philip. Perhaps with the injection Talbot would make, he would not be as vulnerable to the light and perhaps he would enjoy his more human form more. Blight was certainly different from the Doctor, he looked much more peaceful although he was also someone with a very bad reputation. But...what did he have to lose? Talbot didn't seem to be lying and if it was true, he would just need a little blood and that would be it. Would it really be like that? Blight while a strange mutation, wasn't as physically strong as the Doctor unless he injected himself with that serum he always uses. Talbot knows in Nightmare's face that he hesitates, an understandable hesitation since it was a strange request but he didn't seem pushy. He certainly noticed him different, he had seen him before and had the notion that he had suffered enough of the Entity's punishment to torture him. 
-Are you sure it's just blood?
Blight nods his head.  
-Trust me, dear Nightmare.... Despite my body, I consider myself a gentleman and I am not a liar. 
Nightmare bows his head and takes a deep breath. He looks at Talbot again and still unsure, he nods. 
Blight makes a grunt, similar to a purr before he can't smile. He walks over to a nightstand in the living room and asks Freddy to sit in one of the chairs next to the table. Talbot pulls out a syringe and a piece of cloth to squeeze Nightmare's arm hard enough so that his blood can come out more quickly. Freddy was trembling, but he was not a prisoner in that place. Blight possessed no weapons or sedatives, only what he left on the table and he wasn't even using his cane. This made him able to relax a little and remember that Talbot wasn't like the Doctor...Not as psychopathic at least.

-I'm glad you accepted Nightmare... I'll take your blood with a syringe. Can you uncover an arm?
-Is this safe? 
-Yes... -It's just taking blood Nightmare. I guess you're not afraid of needles, are you?
-I don't like them, but... I'll put up with it. 
Nightmare uncovers the left arm of his sweater, showing Talbot his pale, scarred skin. Talbot with his huge hand touches his arm feeling the strange coldness of his skin. He had really changed his appearance a lot in the rituals and that only encouraged him even more in wanting to do this injection. Nightmare now looked thinner and weaker than his healthy counterpart, a drastic change even for Blight. 
-Your skin is much colder than I thought...Are you always like this?
-Yes...Because of the damage from my burns I lost that ability...Besides I'm dead....
-That's understandable...Spirit is also cold because of that. Maybe it's a little harder to draw blood and it hurts a little, but it won't last long. 

Blight with the piece of cloth, squeezes Nightmare's arm so that the blood stays pooled in that spot. Nightmare instinctively wants to pull back but Blight gently stops him and calms him down. 
-What was it like to be on the survivors' side? Blight asks to distract him and make his job easier.
-It was...a bad experience. They already knew who I was and well...Not that my past is very good. 
-It's not surprising Nightmare...Most of us would be frowned upon over there. 

Blight after adjusting the piece of bandage on his arm, takes the syringe and looks at his pale skin along with his scars. He touches the back of his elbow and gently begins to insert the needle. Freddy grunts slightly and turns his head away as he does not want to see his blood flow into the syringe. Talbot slowly begins to draw his blood and observes its color: black, like the inks in the pens he uses. He had never seen anything that color, he even felt the coldness of the blood as if it were real ink, it seemed incredible to him. 
-Your blood is very dark... It's interesting. 
-It's because I'm dead I guess...
-Thank you for agreeing to do this. I think your power is amazing...Regardless of what you did before. 
Nightmare smiles softly at that compliment. I would never have thought Talbot would be so kind, much less so despite his body and how powerful he is in rituals. After a bit more laborious and painful work than usual, Talbot finishes filling the huge syringe with the dark blood and observes it by candlelight. Slightly thick and dark, it seemed to him something impressive and unique. Freddy with a sore arm removes the piece of cloth and wraps the sweater around his bony arm again. Blight looks at the gardener and he really had changed. Before he would have flatly refused and even fought him with whatever he had, but this was not the case. Talbot felt him more docile than ever, he didn't look like a Dream Demon. He didn't know what the Entity would have done to him, but...It was cruel enough to change him completely. 
-This is enough. Will you want to see the result...?
Nightmare nods his head. I was curious about the strange experiment that Talbot feared in mind. Would he be able to pull it off? Or was it all for nothing? Well, for Freddy it was just a little blood, but for the hunchbacked man it would be something far worse. It would be a sign of failure and Talbot hated failure.

-Then... Come with me.
Blight and Nightmare went to another room. It was a dark room, with a smell somewhere between flowers and ashes...Along with other scents that the burned man couldn't distinguish. But it didn't have a bad smell as he would have imagined from Blight...Rather, it was something strangely captivating. It reminded him in some part of the gardens where he worked in his youth, something soothing and calming. It made him finally manage to relax to some extent and he was grateful for it. Talbot noticed the change in posture and was also reassured.
The room had a rustic, dusty style, lit by more than candles and a small fire where Talbot warmed his experiments. There were strange machines next to test tubes and test tubes. They had different colored liquids and gave off vapors that generated those warm smells. Also on the walls were many notes that Freddy could not understand, the handwriting and the language was incomprehensible to him...He did not doubt that Talbot used a language that he himself had created so that no one would understand what he was doing. 
-I welcome you to my little lab...It's time to get this thing going. 

In this room was a huge wooden table, the same as in the other room. Freddy didn't quite understand what Talbot was doing, but he didn't want to interrupt him, he looked so focused. 
Blight takes some strange bright red flowers and burns them by mixing them in a small pot along with another liquid that was very hot. He lets it get hot enough until the liquid began to boil. The steam had a slightly pleasant smell, that made Blight take the small pot carefully and pour it into a round test tube. Finally, he takes the syringe filled with blood and inserted it along with the mixture. The black blood changed color, along with a worsening odor. It changed to a wine-like color and the aroma he couldn't exactly describe...Sulfur was the best comparison they both had in mind. Talbot was not expecting this change and was fascinated by it. He slowly stirred the slightly thick liquid and watches it by the lights of the small campfire.
-Finally...This is ready...Or it should be. 
  Freddy though he was not the one who would be tasting it, swallowed saliva from nervousness. Neither of them knew what effects that might have. What was he going to do if Blight lost track of himself and would have to fight him? He was significantly weaker in the real world, but he could give him a bit more of a fight. What if this turned out well, what was Blight like before he was this monstrous, misshapen thing? No one had ever seen him like that before, so it would be a curious thing to see. 
-Talbot...Are you sure about doing this...?What do I do if it all goes wrong?
-If it all goes wrong...I want you to stop me...You are a Demon after all, aren't you?
-But...
-Listen Nightmare...I have a lot of experiments in my body, believe me this won't turn me into a beast with no notion of my reality or so I hope....
-Shit...
-Okay...I'll do it.
Talbot, though you couldn't tell, was excited about this. He wanted this to work...No...It had to work. If this didn't work out he wouldn't forgive himself. He didn't know how long he had been waiting for something like this, Nightmare's demonic blood was the essential thing for this. With the liquid still warm, he takes another syringe and inserts the liquid inside. He looks at the needle, the excitement of this he felt inside him, while Nightmare looked at the syringe with that strange liquid, wishing that at least Blight wouldn't turn into an unstoppable machine like in the rituals. He was greatly feared for this along with Nurse and Spirit, they broke the basic rules the Entity set for most of them in the rituals and that's why they were so feared...But despite that, Freddy didn't move from the spot. He stood in a corner without invading Talbot's personal space and watched the outcome from a distance.

Blight finally injected the liquid into his side. He did it quickly and without any sign of hesitation or hesitation. The first few seconds nothing happened, Blight felt the same as usual...This made him more desperate than ever.
-How do you feel?"...Freddy asks with a shy thread in his voice, his deep but soft voice made Blight stare at him.
-I feel the same way...Damn it...It can't be that this hasn't worked out...I've been wrong about something and I don't know what.
Blight with his watery voice began to growl angrily. He picks up his cane and walks a couple of steps before he felt his head go dizzy. 
Freddy noticed that strange movement
-Are you all right?
Blight didn't answer. His head felt like it was going to explode, his surroundings were spinning and he fell to the ground.
-Talbot! 
Nightmare was going to help him, but Blight pushed him away.
-Don't touch me...
Nightmare didn't know what to do at that moment. All he could do was wait in the same corner and prepare his clawed gauntlet in case he had to fight him.
A piercing roar came from the hunchbacked man. 
Blight felt his skin burn, his body fracture, his mouth go dry and everything went black. The watery roars slowly began to change surprisingly to Freddy, who didn't want to see it. They began to sound like a human man. Talbot moved frantically on the floor feeling his heart beat slower, his body burn in boiling oil and his dirty clothes felt looser. 
Freddy only just deigned to look as Blight's roars gradually subsided. With fear, he gently approaches to look at the man who was lying on the ground covered with his dirty clothes, which indeed looked much bigger. He didn't know how long it took, it seemed like hours, hours of screams of agony and painful roars. Talbot felt that all that pain had finally stopped. He felt clammy, he touched his forehead and it was sweat. The vision in his eyes was blurred, it took him time to be able to see again and his hand although still very large, had human skin. Awkwardly he gets up from the floor and braces himself on the huge table. Nightmare looks at him and is bewildered at what he was seeing in front of his eyes. Talbot, he had made it.
He no longer looked like a deformed mutation, he looked like a human being. His skin was white, as white as Freddy's, but his hair was medium long, straight and blond. Wide honey-colored eyes made his skin even paler. Thin, sharp cheekbones along with full lips gave him a strangely elegant touch. He was slender, but taller and stockier than Freddy...Not as tall as the Doctor but easily over six feet tall. His clothes were much wider as he had no hump and his pants also felt much wider. Talbot looks at his skin and strokes it, he really did feel different. He felt...healthy. It had been a long time since he had felt that way. His injection...his injection had worked. He felt euphoric, to his bad luck he didn't have a mirror and see his face, but when he touched it he felt his lips, his beardless chin...his upturned nose and fine eyebrows as blond as the hair on his head. His body was sweating, he had forgotten normal human sweat. Also what it was like to have soft hair and skin. Never had an experiment worked out as well as this one.

He looks at Nightmare, who was looking at him with clear surprise at this experiment. He smiles at her with genuine happiness, it had been a long time since he had been able to show a smile. He gets dizzy again and almost falls to the ground. This time Freddy holds him, being sure that this time he wouldn't hurt him. Blight thanks him for the gesture with kindness.
-It worked Nightmare... I appreciate it. 
-I... You're welcome. -You'll be all right? 
-I'm a little dizzy, but... I feel amazing. 
Freddy helped Talbot sit down at the huge table so his mind could fully recover. After a minute, Talbot finally fully regained his senses. Freddy also sits on the table near him to watch for him to fall, Fortunately, it didn't happen. Talbot gets up from the table and looks at himself from head to toe. Beads of sweat were running down his face and he felt a churning in his stomach. A feeling he hadn't felt in decades. 
-Do you think I've changed? How do I look?
Nightmare looked at the man and he really was totally different from his mutated version. He was a man thin features and slender like him, but broader shouldered and with a better body. Freddy even with powers looked malnourished and it wasn't something he liked. 
-Really...You look different Talbot. I'm glad this worked.... 
Freddy wants to get up from the table, but Talbot stops him. Not rudely, but firmly. His golden eyes landed on Nightmare's blue eyes who didn't understand why he was stopping him. 
-Something wrong?
-Nightmare... Wouldn't you like to use this so you can become human? 

Freddy thought about it for a moment. He remembered his smooth skin and brown hair that he had while he was with the Doctor. But he was still very skeptical of Talbot's bullshit. While they worked for him, that didn't mean they would work for him since their bodies were different. Though in a way, he was grateful for the chemical man's kind offer. 
-I...I'll pass Talbot for now, but I'm glad it worked for you. 
Blight smiles at him again. If Freddy wasn't so naive, he would have realized that smile was almost flirtatious. 
-I won't force you into it, I understand your decision, although I would have liked to see the effects on you. You are the one who possesses what is essential for this to have worked and it is your demonic body. 
Talbot had softened his tone of voice. It was pleasant to hear and possessed his British accent. It was higher pitched than Freddy's human voice, almost soothing. Nightmare kept looking at the change the chemist had and it made him doubt his decision even more, but he stood his ground regardless. 

-Thank you for that...I think I'd better go if you've achieved what you wanted...I suppose you'll want to enjoy your body in solitude won't you...?
Talbot smiles again. His golden eyes reflected a certain mischievousness, this time more noticeable. Enough for Freddy to look into those eyes and feel a current in his neck. 
-Oh yes...Of course, but first I like to thank you. 
Nightmare gave him a soft smile, he didn't expect a thank you, since he only did it so he didn't owe him anything. 
-Don't worry about that, you let me live when I was a survivor and I just came to return the favor. 
Blight stares at him and moves away from him a couple of centimeters, turning his back to him. With a strange slowness and elegance, she takes off her ragged clothes and drops them to the floor like a shy bride. She is left showing her smooth white back along with a slender but larger rear area than Nightmare's. Her arms were slender but muscular and firm. His legs were the same story, his blond hairs were indistinguishable and gave the impression that he was totally hairless, unlike Nightmare who was hairless because of the severe damage to his skin. Freddy watches as he undresses and feels his blood pressure drop in one fell swoop. He doesn't know what to make of this man who had just undressed. Was it to contemplate his naked body? It didn't surprise Nightmare but he thought he would at least wait until he was alone. Or was this to convince him to try his injection? An enticement to imitate him and if he was also successful to return to his healthy body?

He got his answer when Talbot came up to him again and with his long fingers touches his chin, quickly brings her lips to his and kisses him. It wasn't a kiss like the ones Wraith or Doctor had given him, this was different. Freddy stands still at this, not knowing what to do or what to say. Suddenly he smells the scent of Talbot's sweaty body. It was the most captivating scent he had ever smelled on anyone, as captivating and delicious as the perfumes Nancy had, which Nightmare could never forget. 
Was this from the injection? Was that smell a side effect? It really was unexpected for both of them. Talbot turned away from Freddy, who was looking at him in bewilderment. The Gardener hadn't expected him to have that reaction, let alone to another man. Nor did he imagine him to be a sexually desirous thing. But...Even though Nightmare didn't like Talbot at all, his mind wasn't reacting well and that scent was to blame. He would see his naked white body and he couldn't push it away or refuse to be touched by the chemist. That scent made him not care at all about getting involved with this creature and he didn't understand why. Blight approaches Nightmare's neck and bites it making the smaller man's body tremble slightly, the scent entered Freddy's nostrils fully, his neck was very close so he also imitates it making Talbot also have a subtle growl. Even though Freddy doesn't want to, he can't stop himself. It was as if his mind was gone and only his instincts were in his body. Was Talbot aware of this? Did he know about this? Did he feel the same way? They had never had any kind of contact before, and now he had begun to touch her belly under her sweater. How had this come about? Neither of them spoke, neither of them paused. Everything was going on with a naturalness that was frightening...Especially Freddy since he had never been with other killers before and now, he had fucked more than one. 
Blight pulls Nightmare's legs and lays him down on the table. He gently removes his clawed glove and throws him to the floor. Freddy watches him in bewilderment but can't stop him, in the blink of an eye he's left him completely soulless with no way to resist. He lifts up his sweater and takes it off as well throwing it on the floor. Her golden eyes reflected lust, Nightmare's reflected the same, but at the same time confusion and fear. The situation was unstoppable and the more Freddy struggled internally to resist, the more powerful that scent became to his perception. An electric current traveled to his thighs and groin. The more Talbot sweated, the more lustful he looked and the more his hormones played with him. It was obvious that this scent and the injection had affected him as well. With his hands he traveled up and down Nightmare's slender torso and caressed her narrow waist. His ribs were noticeable and drawn perfectly into his pale but scarred skin. The look on Freddy's face gave Talbot an instant erection. his pale, moderately thick cock hardened eager to enter a fleshy cavity after decades. Talbot forget when was the last time he had fucked. He bent his body closer to Nightmare's and licks her small nipples. The warm tongue felt so good it gave a subtle sound of pleasure. Talbot kisses Nightmare again, but this time he made his tongue join the gardener's cold tongue. While he felt his tongue very cold and thin, he didn't mind. It wasn't a hindrance, he wasn't very human either so that detail was minimal.

The moment their tongues separate, Blight wets two fingers with his own saliva and caresses Freddy's thighs leaving a glistening trickle of saliva on his skin. With his other hand he strokes Freddy's small cock, which at the scent had also hardened and moistened deep inside, eager for fun. Nightmare without being able to fight or resist, feels how his member also enters through a fleshy and wet cavity: the chemist was giving her a blowjob moving his tongue along her most sensitive shaft. He couldn't help but grunt and cover his mouth, he didn't want to make noise as it was embarrassing for him. He grunted louder when he felt fingers enter his rear area. The double stimulation he was receiving was too much for him, he braced his hands on the table. If he had had his glove on he would have more than certainly scratched the wooden table leaving four considerable marks, but he was ripped off by Blight without putting up any resistance. He couldn't believe the situation he was in and he was sure Talbot didn't believe it either, as Freddy was almost certain he wouldn't normally do something like this. The stimulation he was receiving in both areas made him quickly want to cum, his hoarse grunts increased as at the same time the suction Talbot was giving him along with the movements of his fingers inside him. A strong suction on the glans makes Freddy can't hold any longer and his semen covers the chemist's mouth. Talbot receives it and spits it out soiling the gardener's slender thighs. 
Nightmare felt exhausted, ecstatic and the coldness of the place began to enter through his scar-covered skin. Blight's sweat made him crave more...More action, more meat. Talbot looks into his eyes and notices the erotic ecstasy the gardener possesses. This makes his cock throb, it was his turn to be stimulated as Nightmare's member. 
Without speaking, he forcefully moves Freddy's body and reverses it leaving his stomach on the table. Nightmare's slender back was before Blight's eyes, who smiles. his waist was easy to take and his ass although slim, looked appetizing. He takes advantage of the liquid that was on Freddy's thighs and rewets the muscular entrance. He takes his member and arranges it so that it can enter and it does. Forcefully he enters as far as it will go causing Nightmare to scream and bite his hand to try to hold him back. Talbot feels his soft, wet and very cold insides which made him throb with a pleasurable male moan. After all that time, he was able to speak. 
-That feels good...Nightmare.

If it hadn't been for that strange effect of the injection, the gardener would have struggled and asked for it to stop, but every thrust the chemical gave him stimulated his whole body. It was a totally different stimulation to the others he had had, he knew it was painful but surely it was because of the size of Talbot's cock that he did not feel uncomfortable. It was slightly thick and of a normal size, not like the Doctor's monstrous member. Talbot in his mind didn't want to do something like this either, but the urge he had was uncontrollable and Freddy's physique didn't help much in stopping either. Yes, he was full of horrible burns all over his body, but even from his perspective that rough skin made his neck tingle. His body so slender and easy to grasp with his huge hands, those delicate features increased the chemist's desire to fuck him on the very table where he had laid him down. His cold insides made the cock want to warm him up and given the onslaught it was slowly being achieved. The blight's rhythm was deep, but slow at first. He wanted every millimeter of his meaty cylinder to feel Nightmare's cold interior. He lifts Freddy's ass more and grabs his hips to move harder. Freddy covers his mouth to keep from moaning and Blight pulls them off, because he wants to hear him. He wants to hear how he moans pleasurably because of him. He moves closer to her body and bites her shoulders, not so roughly but hard enough for Nightmare to increase the volume of her breathing and give a slight gasp. Talbot felt his cock getting tighter and increased the pace more and more. Freddy's eyes were moist with erotic pleasure, his hoarse panting was heard by the chemist with satisfaction and his lunges were getting more and more powerful. 

Given the position Nightmare was in, he did not notice that his partner began to have trouble. The onslaughts stopped for a few seconds and returned to a very slow pace. Talbot looked at his hands and his skin was turning dark, along with the fingers that started to stop looking human and were huge claw-covered hands: the effect of the injection was wearing off. ''Damn it'' thought Talbot as he felt his skin heating up, but unlike his transformation, the return to his normal didn't hurt or discomfort. This made it not matter that he was transforming back to his mutated phase...He had to seize the moment no matter what. 
Nightmare immediately sensed something different. That smell was slowly fading and the onslaught increased drastically in power. He felt something much thicker inside him and it made him howl painfully, wanting to pull away. Blight realizing that the gardener wanted to pull away, with his now much larger and mutated hand left it on his back and squeezes him hard to keep him from moving from the spot. Talbot's hand was so big that it covered the upper area of Freddy's bony back.  Freddy felt that strong pressure and it made him despair, in all the time he had been there, Blight had not been so rough. What had changed, why was he acting so different? He quickly got his answer when Blight's human panting started to become watery grunts and his back began to moisten with the chemist's luminous saliva.

-Talbot...Stop...
-We're here. Let's finish what we started...Don't move. 
Talbot, as his size increased, had to adjust himself to the table and take his cane as a warning for Nightmare not to move from his place. Freddy felt the thrusts becoming more and more painful and didn't understand why. The wet eyes that were once of pleasure were now of pain. His face changed completely and the lustful gasps stopped. They were now only howls of wailing and Talbot knew it, but there was no turning back...He wanted to completely finish his work. 
It didn't take long for Freddy's feelings to cease to matter. He was able to more easily take his hips, he could now encircle them completely and seeing him so small only made his cock thrash to the limit and due to his mutation, begin to swell.
Nightmare felt that pain multiply, he wanted to instinctively hit Blight to get him off him but Talbot scratched his back hard making him bleed. Freddy screams at these wounds and Talbot forcefully covers his mouth.
-Please... Don't move, wait until it's over or it will be worse. 
-Mmm...!
-I'm almost there...
There was a reason for this pain. Blight's mutated cock was also deformed and possessed small thorns at the end, which were sharpening as it swelled to hold the person being fucked. Nightmare's bloodied back mingled with the luminous slime of the hunchbacked man and with his long mutated tongue he licked the wounds leaving trails that looked inviting in the darkness of the room. Freddy shuddered at that long slimy tongue, he wondered how long this was going to last as he didn't seem to last much longer with these onslaughts. This sudden shudder made Blight's cock tighten and he wasn't able to take much more either.
-Oh Nightmare...
Blight roared watery with fury and buried his claws into Freddy's ribs like a feline. The gardener shrieked in pain at this and squeezed the misshapen, spiky cock even tighter. The member swelled all the way out and the thorns were driven into Nightmare's guts so that the penis would not be withdrawn until Talbot was finished. Blight's body shudders and gives way for an exuberant amount of sticky cum to begin filling Nightmare's belly. An accumulation of so much time without fucking and given his genetic mutation made the amount triple that of a normal person. Freddy felt his belly being replete and even though he wanted to pull away, he could not. The liquid was so much that even without the penis withdrawing yet, it spilled across the table and dripped to the floor. Blight as he felt he was finally able to release everything his body had generated, he looks at Freddy's back who was breathing painfully. He was still covered in blood but the scratch wounds he gave him had already healed...He was a demon after all. 
-Shit...I'm sorry Nightmare...I didn't mean to do this nor did I mean to hurt you.....

Freddy didn't respond. He felt exhausted, strange and still with Blight's cock inside his ass. After a minute, Blight finally withdraws his cock so that more cum comes out of the little hole making the place even dirtier. Although it didn't show, Talbot was slightly regretful that he had gone this far. And also clearly having fucked another man, but that it felt incredibly good. 

Freddy awkwardly gets up from the table, messing everything up even more than it already was. Blight helps him from falling and starts to get dressed. 

-I'm really sorry about this...I really am...I think I'll have to work a little more with the side effects. I didn't mean to go this far but I couldn't stop.....

Freddy was shaking, feeling dirty and exhausted. Despite the pain he was not upset with Talbot strangely...With the Doctor he had suffered much more and this effect of the injection affected them both. Herman was making everything lucid so it was much more dangerous. Nightmare seriously wonders if Blight was the monster and Herman the human.

-Hey Blight...This is awkward but...Do you have something so I can clean myself up? I really don't want to get my clothes dirty.....
Talbot lets out a grunt of understanding. He really wasn't aware of the amount he had been able to produce so he pulls a dirty piece of cloth from a bedside table and hands it to him so he can wipe himself with it. Freddy tries to clean himself as best he can and slowly begins to dress. 
-I hope you're not upset, Nightmare... I didn't mean to hurt you.
-No...It doesn't matter. I don't either...I know what happened to me. 
-Your demon blood is unbelievable...
Talbot leaves the room when he sees that Freddy has finished dressing. He picks up his cane and stares at the smaller man who didn't want to look at him, he was certainly embarrassed by this.
-By the way...Could you give me more of your blood another time to improve the injection? I promise this time to behave like a gentleman. 
-I...
The conversation was interrupted by a soft knocking sound. Three knocks were given towards the door and they both look towards it. 
-It's Wraith... His scent is very easy to recognize. What is he doing here?
Freddy felt a current of nervousness run through his body and he didn't know why he felt it. He hadn't seen Philip in the real world for some time and hadn't expected to see him in such a surprising way. 
Talbot walks over to the door and opens it. It was indeed Wraith who had knocked and he enters a bit sheepishly. He opens his eyes in surprise when he realizes that Freddy is there, a certain joy lights him up. 
-Freddy, you're in the real world! I'm so surprised to see you! Am I interrupting something?
-No... I was just leaving...
Freddy smiles softly at him. He was about to leave but Philip stops him gently. 
-Wait, don't go... Do you want to come with me to the gas station?
-What are you here for, Philip? Talbot interrupts their conversation. 
-I'm sorry Talbot...It's just that I wanted to ask for your help, but...Could I come tomorrow? It's about what we talked about. 
-Mmm...That's okay, I'll expect you tomorrow. 
Philip thanks Blight for his kindness and grabs Nightmare's shoulders, who jumps slightly. 
-Will you come with me? Please Freddy
Nightmare looks into his luminous eyes, which radiated joy and a bit of pleading. He is not able to say no to that look.
-All right...
They both leave Blight's cabin and Freddy has a feeling of regret and nervousness. He doesn't know what just happened and probably neither does Talbot. He didn't notice Philip smiling warmly at him because he was immersed in his thoughts. 
-What were you doing with Talbot?
-I... I had to talk to him about something... And you? 
-Blight created an injection for me, which helps me in rituals where there is a lot of light, like the HillBilly realm...The sun really hurts me a lot. It's a big help for me. 
This made Freddy get thoughtful. You could tell in Wraith's eyes that he was happy about that and if his blood could help him improve his humanity, he could go back to accepting Talbot again. 
-Do you want to go for a drink with me? It's been a long time since I've seen you in the real world and I've got cold beers what do you think? 
Nightmare stops and his body staggers. Wraith notices and his face changes to concern. 
-Freddy, are you okay?
-Yeah...Being in the real world exhausts me more than expected, I have to get back to Springwood. 
Nightmare's eyes began to slowly close and his dark circles under his eyes began to show. She needed to get some sleep so she could re-enter the dream world.
-I'll take you to my kingdom and you'll sleep there.
-No...I'm fine. 
-I won't let you go like this Freddy, you're coming with me. 
-But...
-No buts, come with me. 
Philip held the small body of his colleague and they went to Philip's kingdom. they arrived to a big van in the junkyard. He arranged the place and laid Freddy down on the bed-like seats and covered him with a blanket so he wouldn't get cold. He knew how sensitive his skin was to cold temperatures so he didn't want him to have problems with hypothermia, especially in his kingdom. Freddy feels the comfort of the place Philip left him and curled up in the corner.

-Thank you for letting me sleep here, Wraith....
-Don't worry about it, sleep peacefully. I'll go sleep somewhere else so as not to bother you.
-If you want to sleep here... It's your kingdom anyway.
Philip looks at him and had a strange churning in his stomach. He knew he didn't have to get close to him, but at the same time he wanted to share with him and have him around. If it was just sleeping, it wasn't anything bad...right? 
-Are you sure? 
-It's your kingdom Wraith...I'm the one who should sleep somewhere else so as not to disturb you. 

Wraith gently lifted the covers of the blanket and lay down next to Freddy who didn't move. Philip wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep or not, it was so quiet. All he could hear was his subtle irregular but raspy breathing, a rhythm of someone who wasn't really alive. Philip noticed that his body was much smaller than his own, even more so if he was curled up in a fetal position. He observes his bald head and thin shoulders, he would like to touch them but prefers not to, he didn't want to wake him up. Slowly she approaches him, just to make sure if his body was warmed by the warmth of the blanket or not, but nervousness prevents her from doing so. She didn't know if he was awake or asleep and she didn't want to make him angry...She knew he had a very bad temper. 
Nightmare while sleeping feels the warmth that radiated from Philip's body and also keeps moving closer to his body like a cat looking for warmth. This helped Wraith to get a little more confident and join her body with his. It didn't take long for him to surround him and hug him, he felt the wool of his sweater and a cold skin that gradually got warmer thanks to him. Philip smiles and falls asleep next to Nightmare. It was nice to sleep with him...I thought it was because of his power and tiny size that made it simple to cuddle, I also didn't judge him for doing this and not like Trapper who was always problematic sometimes about this. Philip also needed some skin and someone giving it to him without judgement was the best thing that could happen to him in that place. 

*~~~*
-Can't you make a sound while we fuck? You're not going to drop your dick for moaning. 
-Since when did you care about sounds? You've never cared about that before. 
Trapper remains lying on one of the Institute's stretchers while he decides to light up a cigarette. The Doctor, on the other hand, decides to put on his robe and fixes his tie.

-You were boring, Evan. You were at least tougher before. What happened to you?
-I'm not the one with the problem. I'm not your little bitch for you to order me around. Since when do you want to know how you move? I'm not a woman for you to ask that. 
The Doctor stared into the void in earnest. Trapper was right...since when had he started doing that? Before with Evan they'd just fucked reciprocally and maybe, maybe talked a little. But this time Herman wanted to hear him pant, wanted him to tell him how good it felt...Before he never had the need for anything like that. 
-Ah, by the way...Finally Wraith and I drifted apart. I think it was for the best really, he was acting stranger.
-So you came here to quench your sorrows?
-Nah, I'm not sad. You do a good job in bed too and you know it. 
-So you won't have anything with little bell anymore? 
-I doubt it. Although I talked to him a few days ago...He was happy because he saw Nightmare. I really don't mind them being together, they look like two butterflies because they're so delicate. 
Herman hearing this, couldn't help but look at Evan. The bewilderment in his luminous eyes was crystal clear and he didn't expect that news.
-What did you say?
-That Wraith and Nightmare are apparently having an affair. Why? I don't care as long as that dwarf doesn't tell what happened. Don't you think they make a good couple? 
Hearing this made Herman bite his lips until they cracked. While it kept Evan from noticing his mood, inside something in him shattered...Like a glass falling on the floor. He remembered when she held him in captivity for a week and fucked him while pulling his hair hard. His mind lit up like wildfire and although he didn't show it he was more furious than ever. 
He wasn't going to let his pet be with someone else.
Anything that made him happy without him being the cause of that happiness, he had to cut it off no matter what.....
He had to cut that bond.

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CHAPTER XX: DOMINION

PHILIP OJOMO (WRAITH) X FREDDY KRUEGER 
HERMAN CARTER X FREDDY KRUEGER

After Evan left the Institute for his farm, the Doctor felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He realized that two weeks had passed since his confinement and in all those days, he had not seen Nightmare. He felt as if time had flown by and it frustrated him, a lot. He bites his lips with an unusual fury and does not fully understand why that fury. Yes... It's because things didn't go as he wanted, he is Herman Carter, he couldn't make a mistake, not even in a mental experiment. He could not forgive himself for something like this... Freddy had not come out of fear? Okay, he punished him but he didn't punish him as severely as his old days. He cared for him better than anyone else and for the same reason he didn't understand that distance. He paces back and forth in his office, his eyes lit up like spotlights were a reddish color and his body flashed static electricity. Electricity was a normal thing to flow out of his body, but this one was much more powerful. The pencil he was using to write with he squeezes it so hard that he breaks it without realizing it, causing the ink to smudge his palm. He looks at his dirty hand and wipes it with a handkerchief trying to calm his strange rage, which he hadn't had since Freddy stabbed him in the eyes and tried to escape...That really infuriated him, no one had ever hurt him so much besides the Entity and himself. He took into account that he had actually mellowed and was much more docile than before, but that docility could be attractive to others and he didn't like that idea at all. He sat in the office and went through his file over and over again. He looked at all the pictures he took of her and she looks sublime to him. He smiles subtly, but that smile fades in the blink of an eye when the Entity appears on the ceiling of his office to pat his shoulder.

-The clock is ticking, Doctor. You must carry out the mission I entrusted you with no matter what, don't disappoint me.
-I will, your majesty. I would never disobey you. 
-That's what you told me about Nightmare, Doctor. I've had my eye on you ever since, so you'd better do what I asked you to do. 
The Entity disappears into the roof of the Institute and Herman lets out a despondent sigh. He looked at the clock and although he still had time left, it was flying and even more so now with this mission. He had to check for himself which one would be the most suitable to be able to procreate, since not even the Entity told him with whom, but he simply had to do it any way he could, and this exasperated him. He thought about it and also unintentionally came back to his mind the image of Nightmare sleeping next to him after having fucked him all night long. If it hadn't been for Trapper, he would never have found out that he and Wraith were talking again...Not only that, but they might have more than just a conversation or friendship. He also agreed that in that world no one owed each other any kind of fidelity and everyone could fuck whoever they wanted, but strangely for Herman that his favorite pet is getting appreciation from someone else was getting on his nerves more and more. For Herman, Freddy is like a dog that follows the first person that gives him affection and a little food when he already has a family that gives him that... ''Affection'' according to the Doctor of course. And like the dog he is, he deserves a punishment. Not a severe one, but a corrective would be more than enough to teach him to obey his master and not be ungrateful. Not to someone who cared for him as well as he did. He had to separate them, teach Philip that now Nightmare was not available, he was his.

*~~~*

Philip wakes up and for obvious reasons Freddy is not with him. He feels he slept incredibly well and it felt nice to sleep with another person next to him, with no ill intent under his mind. Philip looks out the window of his van and the light was beginning to brighten his kingdom. It was very early, so Philip felt as there was a distinct morning chill. He felt warm in his makeshift bed and sleeping with Freddy was like falling asleep with a small cat that was cold and in a way it comforted him. He had a very strange feeling inside him, but it was not something he wanted to acknowledge. Philip didn't feel able to think that he loved Nightmare anything more than a friend...He couldn't do that. He knew perfectly well what he did in his past and that was the biggest deterrent he had in his conscious, he was evil...A monster. Just having done that to innocent children made him tremble with nervousness, but when he saw him all that went away...Wraith inside himself would have wished that all that was a lie. That really Freddy was innocent and was burned alive by mistake, but he knew perfectly well that it was not so. That made him doubt much more than he felt and he hated feeling that way. Trapper wasn't a saint either and neither was he...Both had killed people, both did terrible things, but for Philip to get involved with children was truly monstrous. For the same reason he also hated the sons of bitches who burned his people, they didn't care if there were grandparents or children like he did. He didn't understand why, despite what a bastard Nightmare was, he felt so good about it. With him he also felt that the problems of this hell were diminishing and he felt at peace with himself. He saw his past, everything he suffered and all the sins he committed, still he doesn't judge him...But he can't stop doing it, it hurts him. 

He gets up and gets out of the van, feeling the coolness of the grass on his feet along with the morning breeze. He felt much more comfortable and more prepared for today's rituals. The Entity calls out to him, noticing his mood much improved and he understands the reason for this...Not something he cared about, if Wraith was fulfilling his rituals, he certainly wasn't interested in his involvement with Nightmare. 
Nightmare on the other hand, as soon as he felt he could, entered the dream world. He felt warm and...Comfortable with it. But he also knew he couldn't be that close to him, but he couldn't help it. He was kind, warm, calm. Everything he wanted...All he wanted was to be quiet, if it was with someone else all the better. Herman was far from that quiet he wanted, even if he knew completely about him, even if he knew his secrets and his dark past. If only he was someone a little more sane and not a sadistic psychopath things would really be very different. All in all, Doctor had good things...Few, but good. 
This day he wouldn't be called to rituals either, so all he had to do was wander around all the realms he could and see all his companions going about their normal activities. Also to his own kingdom to tend his flowers, play with the wooden buckets and swing on a swing. In spite of everything, he was not able to go to see the Doctor...Something was stopping him. Why would he want to see him in the first place? In all that time he had given no sign so she thinks she has finally let him off the hook after she knew everything she wanted from him and just got bored. What he would have longed for so much long ago, now deep down he ached for. He remembers the feel of her rough, warm skin between his cold, bony body, her body completely surrounding him and a certain look of fascination on him. He was really freaking out, that week left a severe wound which his scar would be more noticeable than ever. He knows, he knows his personality changed and something of him was lost like the photographs that were burned to ashes. He cursed the Doctor, but he couldn't stop thinking about him either.

Between his walks, he saw Philip again, this time with a piece of glass in his shoulder that left a deep wound. His blood was flowing and Wraith had a painful look...He wanted to help him but in the dream world he could not be seen, not if Wraith was awake. He couldn't touch solid things outside his realm either, so he couldn't communicate with him either unless Philip was his realm. It sucked in that regard. So far he had never felt the need to talk to anyone, it was enough for him to be an observer only...But every time silence appeared, the Doctor's voice echoed in his head as well. It was the only noise he heard, the only thing that made him feel that he was not in a vacuum or in an eternal nightmare. He watches as Philip finishes removing the piece of glass and throws it away, along with a piece of cloth to bandage his shoulder. He comes within inches of her brown skin and rests his hand on it. It just pierces it as a projection, before that was beneficial lake, now it was simply something very painful for him. 
After a long time, he wishes he would go back to sleep. He longed for that moment, more than ever and waits the hours for it. He hoped that this time he too would wish the same, that they would see each other and have another moment like that night. Philip at this moment was a creature who slept little, but those few hours were enough to forget all the tortures and rapes he has been through. 
Night finally fell. Several went to sleep and others remained awake, the Doctor being one of them who was still awake. Nightmare felt his heart slightly racing waiting, praying for Philip to fall asleep so he could talk again. He felt like someone waiting for an important date in his life...It was exciting. But Freddy couldn't show that excitement. What would Philip think? After all, they were still friends, nothing had happened so far that implied otherwise, so the idea was to stay as calm as possible.

The door of Wraith appeared. Freddy slowly enters his dream, but this dream vibrated. There were no vivid scenes or any kind of atmosphere, but everything was like smoke and a Wraith in a position that required sitting but with his head resting on his arms. 
Wasn't he in his junkyard? Apparently not. Nightmare had the ability to detect types of sleep and this sleep was from drunkenness. He was struggling to stay relatively sane and not fall asleep, which is why he looked like smoke and blinked. Philip in the dream opens his eyes, looks to his side and manages to distinguish Nightmare watching him. He is surprised and tries to smile softly. 
-Hi Freddy... I'm having a drink... Do you want to come with me? 
-To the real world? 
-Sure...It would be fun to talk to you. 
Freddy hesitates. Not that he was very fond of tolerating drunk people, in fact he tried to avoid it at all costs.
-Come on my friend...Come with me. Caleb has made some very good drinks.
Freddy ends up agreeing just for him. He takes his hand and enters the real world. Philip wakes up and looks at him with a warm smile. 
-I'm so glad you came...I was drinking with Evan but he went with Herman to another table. 
The smile on Freddy's face disappears, was Herman here? This caused a current of panic to wash over him, so much so that Wraith noticed his frightened look. 
-Is something wrong...?
-No... I'm just not used to being in the real world. 
-Oh...Welcome Nightmare. What are you doing outside of dreams? 
Caleb smiles at him in a friendly manner. Deathslinger didn't dislike Freddy either, he seemed to him to be someone if a very strong character, he was quite kind and generous. He shared what he had and was the Olympic winner in that place for making good alcohols, no one would take that honor away from him and everyone went for him. Even the Doctor went to him when they needed to drink strong stuff. 
-I invited him...I'm so glad he agreed to come out of his world.

Philip hugs him roughly but kindly. Caleb smiles at them both and offers them a large bottle of beer to share.
-And how were your rituals today?
-You know...The usual I guess. Some wins, some losses, but today the Entity didn't punish me. You?
-I didn't have any rituals today...
-Oh, I see... But are you okay?...
Freddy looks at Wraith and really doesn't have much of an idea what to answer him. He certainly wasn't well, but it was embarrassing to explain to him the real reason for his low mood. How was he going to react? He didn't feel able to tell her the truth. 
-Yes...all quiet. I hope that if I have rituals everything will go well, I rarely attend them.
-Hello, a very good evening to both of you. 
Freddy's eyes filled with panic when he heard that greeting. He wasn't able to look back as he was afraid this would be too noticeable. His breathing quickens and he feels the world fell to his feet.
-Hello Doctor, good evening. 
Philip greets him gravely, but politely.
-Mr. Nightmare, good evening... It's a bit unusual to see you in these parts enjoying the real world at night? 
Sweat began to bead on his burning skin.  Herman's voice was polite, but a bit sarcastic. Miraculously, Philip noticed his friend's discomfort so he decided to intervene. 
-Yes... We're both drinking and talking... In private. 
-Oh, yeah? I'm so sorry to interrupt your little get-together. Would you and Evan like to come over for a chat? All four of us. 
-Mmm...Thank you for the invitation, Doctor, but we're fine for now. 
Herman gives him a subtle smile and looks at Nightmare. He notices her discomfort, he notices her fear and that to some extent excites him. At the same time it bothers him, it bothers him that what Trapper had told him was true. It was true that the two of them were having something more than just a friendship and it seemed inconceivable to him. But still, just for now he would leave things as they were. 
-I understand...Have a good evening in that case. Take care of yourself Nightmare....
Doctor leaves the area where they were both sitting to return to Evan. Trapper looks at him with a face far from kind. 
-What did you go to do? 
-Nothing, you just wanted to buy them a drink. Is that a bad thing?
-No... You should leave them alone, they could probably go fuck after this or I don't know, I don't care. What do you want to do Doc?
Herman looks at the two bottles on his desk. He feels all the desire to drink he had just vanished in one fell swoop, but he doesn't want to admit it. He also knew that Trapper's question had another intention but he wasn't interested in any preposition on his part either. Why did he feel so frustrated...why did he have the feeling of wanting to smash something or someone?
-I should go. I drank what I needed so I'd better get back to the Institute.
-Doctor...You should leave him. You've done what you wanted with him, what more do you want?
Herman looked at the man who sat there staring into his eyes. The only thing that could be seen was the dark gleam in his brown eyes that looked at him seriously. The Doctor was looking at him with his huge, luminous, flashing eyes...At least he didn't have to hide his desires with Evan so much.
-Don't get involved in my affairs, Trapper. 
-I don't care what you do with that burnt-out dwarf, Herman. Philip's the one I'm worried about in all this...He's not to blame for your bullshit obsession with that guy. 
-Do you think I'd be able to do anything to both of them? What a bad image you have of me...Good thing we're partners, huh?
Trapper lets out an annoyed sigh at that comment and rolls his eyes. 
-I'm serious, Doc. Don't bring Wraith into your weird shit.
Doc ducks his head and smiles softly at him.
-Don't worry...I won't get involved between them, I promise. But this time I'll retire to my Institute, see you another time. 
-Well...I'll trust you Doc. 
-Of course...
Herman leaves Caleb's canteen to go to his Institute. He has the nervous image of Nightmare in his head, he could smell his fear. But he too didn't want to seem too obvious to Wraith, he didn't want to get in trouble with him not because he considered him strong, he just didn't want to deal with Trapper right now. He knew too much too but he knew when to stay away and this was the time as long as he didn't do something to the little bell. Outside of the fear Freddy had, he looked comfortable with Philip, this made him grumble under his breath and go back through his file. One by one he looked at all the photographs and electricity coursed through his body.
What was it about Philip that was attractive to Nightmare? His kindness? He could be kind when he wanted too, the calmness too...The height was similar and the skin color the same. What was so different? Was it...?
The Doctor's brain mechanism kicked in again. He chuckles to himself realizing what Philip had enough for Freddy to lay eyes on him. Something he would use against him to break them apart...He simply had to come up with a plan to make it all work.

*~~~*

-You drank a lot today, Philip. 
-I'm sorry... I haven't done it in a long time.
-I can hardly...
Philip and Freddy trudged together into the realm of Wraith. The taller man was clearly in a state of drunkenness and his companion was sober, so he had to help him walk. A difficult task for Nightmare, as the brown man's body was much larger and heavier. He was making a huge effort not to let either of them fall and Wraith wasn't exactly cooperating much. 
-Thank you for helping me...
-You invited me. Do you think I could leave you there alone? 
After much difficulty, they arrived at the junkyard. Freddy barely got Philip into a van up to the seats and left him lying there trying to make him soft, but his body was really too heavy. Wraith lay there and Freddy covered him with a blanket. Philip smiled and closed his eyes a little shyly. 
-Thank you for leaving me here, Freddy....
-You're welcome, I hope you get some rest... Do you mind if I wait for you to fall asleep before I go to my world? I can wait outside
Philip stands up and takes Freddy's hand, causing a big surprise in his look. 
-You can lie down and sleep with me for a while, what do you think? 
-Philip I...
Wraith takes Nightmare's slender arm and forcefully pulls him to him, getting a couple of centimeters away from his face. Both eyes stared at each other, he even felt the warmer air from the darker man. 
-Please...stay with me a while longer. 
Freddy swallows saliva and doesn't quite know how to react. He looked at his reflection in Philip's huge owl eyes. He caresses his most injured cheek gently, feeling his flesh and causing it to tingle. 
-Why do you want me to stay with you?
-Because I like being with you...Shit, don't get me wrong...It just feels good with you. I feel like you don't judge me when I want some skin...No need to...You know. 
-It's also nice to be with you like that Philip...I just want to be calm, that's all. 
-So... -Can you stay with me?...
-I just hope that when you recover, you won't regret this... I just hope...

Philip smiles at him and barely pulls him aside to lie down with him. Freddy takes off his shoes along with his hat and curls up as far away from him as possible so as not to make him uncomfortable. Wraith, without even asking him, hugs him around the waist and his head is close to his neck. He wraps it around him easily and Freddy can't help but be nervous about this. The Doctor had done exactly the same thing to him, but the sensation was totally different this time. It was very soft, warm and comforting. Deep down he wanted to settle into his chest and hug him, feeling his warmth completely, but that could be uncomfortable for Philip... Especially if he was drunk and surely the next day he wouldn't remember it. The last thing he wanted to do was to make someone else angry, so he stayed still. As he closed his eyes he thought about the Doctor and the admittedly awkward greeting he had, it was kind of fucking...Creepy. He was afraid of what he might do to him, he knew that sooner or later he would come to him and knowing him, he would take advantage of his greatest moment of vulnerability. Could he trust Philip to stay with him when that time came? No. He couldn't involve his friend in something like this, he knew what Herman was capable of, this made him more nervous and involuntarily he trembled. His trembling was calmed by slender arms that held him tighter. 
-Are you cold?...You can come closer.....
Wraith's voice was barely understandable, but it was still so kind to Nightmare that he couldn't help but get his heart pumping which he didn't know how to describe. She felt a little more confident, so she settled directly on his chest receiving all her natural body heat. In this position at least he could have a momentary mental calm and have the ability to not think about anything else...Just feeling in a dark, comfortable, comforting void. He felt Wraith's loud snoring, it was heavy and loud. It didn't matter, his eyes also became heavy and he ends up falling asleep next to the taller, warmer and calmer brunet as he always wanted.

Wraith wakes up slowly, feeling a horrible headache. He barely opens his eyes and sees that it is still dark. It was very cold...He felt his cheeks uncovered and his nose frozen, but his body warmer than ever. For the first time, Freddy was still asleep next to her, almost embedded in her chest and although it surprised her, it didn't bother her. The darkness was almost total, but thanks to her incredible vision, she could see his bald, scar-covered head sound asleep resting against her torso. The rest of her small body was trying to cling to his seeking the warmest possible area. Her breathing was so calm...So soft and pleasant to hear. She didn't want to move, the burned man looked so placidly asleep that he didn't want to wake him. But he couldn't help but move his hand gently and caress his head, feeling the rough skin. This caress made Freddy stir and turn his back to her, but he continued to sleep. Philip watched his slender silhouette lying on his side asleep, his fetal position making him look even smaller than he was. Wraith looks at his thin shoulder and his scarred but thin neck. She was uncovered from he sweater showing pale skin, she looked thin...frail. The taller man very subtly reaches up to her neck and brushes the skin with his lips. He had a smell of burnt flesh, soot and hospital...But for some reason or another that smell didn't give him any kind of discomfort. He doesn't have a pleasant smell either, Trapper commented to him that he had a smell of Kerosene and pine resin, although he didn't quite understand why pine resin. His skin was relatively warm at least, its rough texture made Philip with one of his fingers brushed his neck and traced an invisible line from his neck to his shoulder covered by his sweater. To his misfortune, this caused Freddy's breathing to change and he twitched, giving the notion that he was going to wake up. Wraith lay back down as he was, it was still too early and he didn't want to move from where he was, he found it...Tender and comfortable. 
His eyes closed again and he proceeded to fall asleep again. He entered a landscape which was like hot springs. He could only see a river and his feet felt hot water, but it did not burn him. The steam was coming in through his pores, he had never dreamed of hot water before, it's always more or rivers but he didn't care. He took a couple of steps into the river where the water was deeper and his body was gradually covered with that warmth. He bent down a little and the water had already covered his shoulders, he felt everything so real...he closed his eyes for a few seconds and feels hands caressing his dark cheek. Philip opens his eyes again and Nightmare was in front of him, a few inches away making his heart flutter at Freddy's unexpected presence.

-Nightmare...

Philip could no longer speak. His lips were occupied with the parched lips of the burned man. It was a kiss, a soft one, with a hint of moisture and...desire? Wraith hadn't really expected a kiss, least of all in dreams but she didn't pull away. With his arms he wrapped around her slender torso to make the kiss better and even more passionate. 
Was this what Philip wanted? He wasn't really sure about this. Doubt as to whether or not this was right ran through his mind as the blood flowed through his body and Nightmare notices. She ends the kiss and breaks away from him looking at him casually. 
-Freddy, I...
-I know what you think, Philip. I shouldn't have done this...
-No, wait...Nightmare...Can we talk about this in person? 
Freddy pauses and lets out a sigh. Philip's feelings are so scattered that he can't feel exactly what he's feeling. This only makes him even more doubtful of the whole world and of himself. 
-For what?
-I want you to be in front of me, I want to feel you lucid and awake. It's not the same to be in dreams than in real life and you know it. 
Nightmare hesitates. He remembers that night he would start his reduction phase, so he would have no powers. Although she would be able to go see him without her power, her physique deteriorated too much without it and she didn't want to give him a bad impression. No one knew about this, only Doctor, Trapper and maybe Blight...Kind of ridiculous, he trusted Wraith the most, but he didn't know about his secret. Would it be right for him to know? Wraith was far from wanting to harm him, but he preferred to say it right then and there. 
-Can you come to my nursery tonight? 
-To your nursery?...Yes...Not that I like it very much, but I can come. 
-I'll wait for you there tonight, in that case...

Philip smiles at him and nods. Freddy pulls himself out of the water and disappears from the dream causing him to wake up. He looks to his side and obviously Freddy is no longer by his side as he was hours before. He touches his lips remembering the kiss and doesn't know what to feel about that event...He wasn't angry, he was enormously confused because he didn't know what he wanted or how he wanted Nightmare either. Did he just want him as a friend? No...with him he felt at ease, he felt at ease even though he still continued to see him as a monster. This division of feelings made him feel guilty, he still loved Evan but he couldn't deny that his feelings towards Freddy were also gradually increasing. He only saw him as a friend before, but every time he sees him, every time he is near him, it is as if all the worries of his stay in that hell temporarily fade away. It was the same with Evan, but with Freddy he could act better, more natural...He could be himself. There was only one way to know what would go on and he had to find out that night when he went to his nursery. 
That day, Wraith was not due for rituals. This made him sigh slightly as his mind in this case would remain submerged in the memory of the dream and the kiss. It wasn't that it bothered him, but it made his heart beat fast and he had a pang in his stomach. She really didn't know what to do...walk in the woods? It sounded tempting. It was much better to feel the breeze of the forest, the smell of the trees and damp earth while her mind cleared a bit of everything she was feeling. Her desires to go to the forest quickly went away when she feels someone wanting to enter her realm. It was Evan who went to the junkyard and Philip didn't expect him to go see him. Still he is glad so he greets him with a huge headache from drinking so much. 
-Hello Philip. I see you have a headache, huh?
-I... A little, I think I drank too much last night.
-Je...I noticed. -Remember how you came?
-A little...I think Freddy helped me. 
Trapper smiles at him and sits down with him where he was lying. He pulls a cigarette out of his clothes and proceeds to smoke. Philip hates lighters so he moves a little away from him. 
-What are you here, Evan?
-I just came to see how you were doing. Is that a bad thing?
-No... I'm sorry, I just didn't expect you to come. Don't you have rituals today?
-Not today, the Entity today only took the best ones...You know, Blight, Spirit, Nurse, Artist. He's upset and wants a lot of annihilations today. 
-Oh, I see...
-Trapper looks at Wraith who was not only in pain, but with a face of mild happiness. He taps him on the shoulder with his elbow.
-And... Did you have a good night?
-Yes, I drank and talked a lot with Nightmare...
-You know that's not what I meant. 
Philip looks at Evan with a start and stands nervously. 
-In that sense nothing has happened between us... We are just friends. 
-Do you really see him as a friend? Obviously not. Look at you, remember how you were before. You look happier when you're around him...I hope in this case you're the active one, I can't imagine that guy sticking his dick in you. 
-Don't say such things! I don't even know if he's fucked with...Adults.
Evan frowns. After all, Wraith doesn't know what he and the Doctor did to her way back in the Institute. Not that he regretted it, he didn't have a bad time either since Freddy gives really good blowjobs, he wouldn't take that honor away from him. He really doesn't care much that they both have something, even though he knows about Freddy and everything he did. The problem was the Doctor...He had a hunch Herman wouldn't leave things like that and while Wraith was very strong physically, mentally he could be very sensitive and the Doctor could easily destroy him. He remembered that long ago, the Doctor also tried to manipulate him but he couldn't because the Entity wouldn't let him and if it hadn't been for the Entity he would have fallen. Now they simply talked and fucked from time to time, but he also avoided it.

-Hey Wraith, can I give you some advice?
-Advice? -Has something happened? 
-I won't take up your time. I'm glad to see you doing well as far as this hell is concerned, but the advice I want to give you is to be careful.
-Hey... I know Nightmare has done evil things and in dreams he's strong but...
-No, I don't mean Freddy. 
The look of confusion flooded over Wraith, Evan had such a serious look on his face that it made Philip nervous and not understand the situation. 
-I mean the Doctor, Philip. I don't know if you've noticed, but the Doctor likes this guy and well...We all know what the Doctor is like. 
-The Doctor? -Have feelings for Freddy? I mean...I thought something like that a while ago but...I don't see the Doctor having feelings for anyone really, although he and you....
-Yes, I sometimes fuck the Doctor from time to time, but that's all we rely on. With Nightmare it's certainly different, and it's not shit I want to get into. Herman is a psychopath and he's fucking crazy, so my best advice is to be careful with him. 
-Don't worry...At the end of the day we're just friends. 
Evan looks at Philip who had signs of shyness on his face. He is glad to see him well, he has been one of the killers whose past marks him the most and who has more storms inside him besides Spirit. The past marks him, limits him and hurts him. If Nightmare could help him in that sense, it meant that he would have something good even though for Evan he was simply a repulsive and unpleasant guy. Not only because of his pedophile past, but even his physique was distasteful to him, something strange since as soon as he had the chance he didn't hesitate to fuck him, not once but twice. It didn't seem unusual to him that Wraith and Nightmare still didn't have a thing, both having introverted personalities even though Freddy was clearly quite a few years older than Philip. Outside of being killers both of them, they both retained the human personality they had before they got here. I just wanted Wraith to be okay...I couldn't trust the Doctor.

*~~~*

Night was beginning to fall and Freddy, having been in dreams constantly in his own dream world, had not visited his lair in the real world. It seemed much better to him as he could change it as he pleased and no one could intervene in that, his walks through the nursery were mixed in the real and the dreamlike so the moment he appeared in the nursery outside the dream world, he had not realized that something unusual had appeared. Her body began to tremble and all the memories came back to her mind in the blink of an eye. 
On top of the main bed, lay the teddy bear that the Doctor had brought him during his week of captivity. The Doctor had gone to its lair, but....When did he do that? Was he watching it anyway? His fingers tremble as he touches the teddy bear again and leaves in his arms. The reduction in power came and his body deteriorates all at once. He feels dizzy, weak and famished...As if he hasn't eaten in days and was just throwing up during the process. He was nervous about how Wraith would react if he sees him in that state, if he explains to him he would surely understand. Also, most importantly...would he come? Yes, he was sure he would...Philip wouldn't let him down like that. 
Freddy, because he was without his powers, both his physical strength and stamina had diminished drastically and it wasn't long before his head began to weigh and his eyes began to narrow. He was aware of that exhaustion, so he didn't want to fall asleep yet but his body wasn't holding up very well...Maybe he could get some sleep before Wraith arrived. He looked at the teddy bear and hugged it, he smelled the smell of dampness, but also imperceptibly the scent of the Doctor. He not only smelled of burnt meat, wires and chemicals, but he also had a scent of perfume...Expensive perfume. Freddy never wore expensive perfumes, he only used the cheapest and low quality bar soaps, making it last as long as possible. It wasn't that he was dirty, he had to keep up appearances for the kids and their parents, he just tried to use the cheapest possible and that included clothes, shampoo, soaps or even hand creams. Working in gardening, her hands tended to get very dry and dirty so she tried to always wash them and use creams to prevent her skin from drying out. She also wore short nails, all to give the best possible appearance...Although her hair could sometimes get messy. He never liked the way he looked with short hair, he looked too thin to his liking and wore his hair relatively long. How could he have lost so much? He lost his attractiveness, lost his life and soul to follow his darker desires. No one wanted him for this...Except the Doctor and now maybe Philip if in the best case hypothetical would want him even with his ''little flaw''. Would it be possible, would it be possible for them both to be happy?

In between these thoughts, Freddy falls asleep on the dirty mattress in his basement hugging the teddy bear. Despite the warmth of his place, he feels cold because of his weakness. He tucks in some blankets and curls himself up in the fetal position so as not to lose his temperature. The teddy bear at this moment was his best companion, soft, cuddly and with a smell that was...Relaxing in a way. The Doctor's chest had that scent, which mixed with that sweat and the rest of the smells that honestly, he didn't want to remember but was unable to forget. 
As he slept, warm hands caressed his sleeping face. They were soft caresses, delicate and felt with a certain tenderness. Freddy in his sleep, awakening only to feel a body lying next to him. He radiated warmth, instinctively wanting to cuddle up to him and continue sleeping. The caresses to her cheek and head continued, gently moving down to her neck. To Freddy, Wraith was being very gentle, he was inwardly glad he had come and wanted to share with him despite his condition. 
-Warm....Wraith....
The stroking stopped momentarily. Freddy was still holding his teddy bear and was still practically asleep from exhaustion.
-You look so cute sleeping like this, Nightmare. 
Freddy felt the adrenaline fill his body to the brim in a second. An electric shock of panic overcame him and he woke up almost immediately. He pulled away quickly, he couldn't believe it. 
It was the Doctor who was looking at him with a smile and had laid down with him. What had happened? It was Philip who should be there. Why was the Doctor in this place? 
-Doctor... What...?
-What's wrong? -Did you forget to come and see me when you have your reduction? 
-I... -Please don't hurt me...
Herman noticed Nightmare's frightened, pleading look. A lovely sight, confusion welled up on his skin, wondering why it was Herman who was in his basement and not who he really expected. 
-You know, I thought you were going to come to see me at my Institute, but you didn't come all this time. Strange, didn't you say you loved me? Now you're looking at me like you're seeing the Devil...You're being very ungrateful to me, especially that I took such good care of you.....
-I...I didn't think you wanted to see me...I swear.

Herman approaches him and stays on top of his body, preventing him from moving. Freddy looked at him with terror and all he could do was hug the teddy bear, he did it without thinking so Herman laughs at him in a mocking way. 
-Besides, you mistook me for Wraith... You were waiting for him, weren't you? 
Freddy doesn't answer. He doesn't understand how Herman knows this...He doesn't understand how he knows so much. Philip told him after they saw each other? His lips tremble, the Doctor's gaze focuses exclusively on Nightmare's pale face. It was obvious he was wondering how he knew.
-You're a bad boy. Not only did you not come to see me at my high school, but you also mistook me for him. ....
-What did you do to him?
Herman arches a burnt eyebrow and nuzzles his neck. Freddy swallows the saliva that had accumulated from his mouth, he feels his fingers scraping, hot and firm, the Doctor could break his neck very easily if he wanted to...Break his collarbone with a little pressure. He was so fragile and weak at that moment that the thought of hurting him made his whole body tingle. His gaze changes, he no longer smiles but gives a disappointed look. 
-Why does everyone think the worst of me? Why do you think I would be able to do anything to him? Do you see me as so evil? You... You're the one I've taken the best care of and shown my kindest side to. Isn't that enough for you? What more proof do you want of my humanity? 
Freddy doesn't know how to respond to this either. What could he say to her? Everyone knows him, everyone knows what he's like. His breathing hitches and he feels cornered between the Doctor's huge body. His fear worsens when he hears a sarcastic, maddening laugh from above. It wasn't the same as when he was electrocuting survivors, this one was in a low, natural voice making him feel even crazier. 
-I know our pasts and our reputations don't help us, Nightmare. We are both condemned to what others will say and to the prejudices of others. But...Shall I tell you a secret? 
Herman's tone of voice softened so much that it sounded almost like a whisper. He spoke to Freddy directly into his burning ear and his breath made him flinch. He did nothing to push it away, he couldn't move, he couldn't even speak.

-I poisoned Trapper. 
Freddy hearing this, his eyes widened with surprise and bewilderment. Had he been poisoned? No, he didn't believe it. He was someone too distrustful...How would I be able to poison him? 
-What?
-Yes... I know Trapper very well, or rather most of the people here. I knew Trapper would go to Wraith and warn him about me, he's so predictable and Philip is naive. I poisoned his alcohol with a really mild poison...It would only give him symptoms like a bad flu. They came to my Institute for help as the poor guy was weak and I spoke to Philip alone. I lied to him about his condition, that he would need care and a lot of rest. Do you want to know what he told me next? He told me he had a date with you tonight and you were going to wait for him...But he didn't want to leave him alone. He's so kind, his heart so soft. I told him you'd understand if he didn't come, since you know what he's like. Philip asked me nicely if he could count on me to tell you this...He's so nice, isn't he? 
-No... -You wouldn't be...
-Mmm? -Are you doubting me? 
-Why... Did you...? 
-Ah, I wanted to test wraith. I wanted to see who he preferred, Evan or you and well... We got our answer. Don't you think so? You still think he loves you? Come on Freddy, stop kidding yourself. I usually wouldn't care much what they did since I also believe that everyone does what they want, with who they want. But certainly with you it's different...I'm not very willing to share you. 
Freddy's eyes watered at these cruel words and at the situation he found himself in. Tears rolled down his burning cheeks and Herman held his face tightly so that they were staring at each other. He could see the reflection in her tearful, despair-filled eyes. 
-You belong to me now, Frederick. You know perfectly well that no one will ever love you like I do, nor do I judge you for what you did...We both deserve each other. 
The Doctor caresses Nightmare's parched lips and kisses him hard. Freddy can't resist this kiss, he feels her lips burning and just as parched as his. Tears kept falling, but his resistance slowly ended, the Doctor's tongue was begging to enter. Freddy's cool tongue mingled so well with Herman's that the brown man's scarred body tingled. He missed his pet's unheated skin, but he still needed a reprimand for not visiting him and mistaking him for someone else. 
The Doctor uncovers Freddy from his blankets leaving his malnourished body exposed. Although it was hot as hell, Nightmare shivers from the sudden change in temperature and panic at what the bigger man would do to him. Herman laughs at the frightened look on his pet's face.

-Poor little one, So weak, so fragile... So cold... So exquisite to torment. 
-Doctor, please...
His mouth was silenced by a sudden slap he received on his cheek. It wasn't thrown with force, but it did make it sting and tingle. The Doctor's eyes looked at him mixed between anger, lust and madness. 
-I did not give you permission to speak. You speak when I allow you to speak, you move when I allow you to move. You deserve this for being disobedient and ungrateful. Do you understand? 
Nightmare could do nothing but nod his head. His cheek felt sore from the blow, though he knows Herman made a superhuman effort to be gentle. He is just too weak right now, even more so than in other past reductions. The Doctor sees that he is dressed, despite the hellish heat in this place. He thought seriously about taking him and taking him to his Institute, but coming exclusively to his lair seemed like a nice change of routine. He hated this place, but the thought of him coming to the place where his patient feels safest to torment him gave him a churning in his stomach, which was not at all unpleasant. Freddy's pants looked so baggy on him, as did his ripped and dusty wool sweater. With his treatment stick he lifts the sweater leaving his scarred belly exposed. The feel of Herman's heavy, cold weapon caused Freddy to have a slight shiver in his body. Because of Nightmare's baggy pants, it didn't take long for Doctor to remove them leaving him bare of the lower region. His bare, slender feet, really much healthier than the rest of his body.
A lovely sight for Doctor, who longed for his pet's cold body. It had been quite some time since he had received any petting from him. How was that possible? He was there to obey him and satisfy his perversions, to play with him as much as Herman wanted. Just seeing him happily cohabit with someone else was not something he was willing to tolerate...Not from him. 

Herman's look at the moment was almost criminal. He didn't possess that psychotic smile he always had, he was bringing out his own natural perversion that he had hidden, making everything worse. Freddy felt not only in his look, everything about him was certainly different. 
The Doctor takes off his belt and his hospital gown. He watched the smaller man shiver and guided his hand to the zipper of his pants. A small brush was enough for Nightmare, he could feel how the Doctor's cock had hardened and was noticeable underneath his smart pants. 
-Look, this is your fault, what are you going to do to fix it? You don't want another punishment like the one just now, do you? 
Herman continued to look at him seriously and threateningly. Nightmare's wet eyes reflected fear and he certainly didn't want another blow like the one he had just received. With difficulty, he made himself comfortable under Herman's zipper, his nervousness making him tremble. The Doctor was looking at him questioningly, he was getting more and more impatient but he was going to give a few moments to the weak man who was settling in as best he could to do a good job. Watching him shiver was certainly turning him on more than expected, also watching him obediently stroking his crotch and trying to undo his zipper. This was what good boys did, good trained pets. Freddy manages to fully unzip his pants and the Doctor's dark cock pops out. 
-Oh, you've done very well so far. What trick are you going to show me now?
Herman's thick hunk of meat was hot and eager for some wet and very cold stimulation from his pet. Nightmare with no other choice, holds him with both hands to lick the shaft gently. The thin and very cold tongue caused Herman's neck to tingle, it was such an exciting stimulation that he thought he would never get bored of it.

Freddy, while he didn't want to do it, was strangely not upset. What else could he do? Herman's cock was getting harder and harder, and Nightmare felt....Flattered? Why did he feel that way in the first place? No one else had ever felt this way about him. No one else had liked his burnt side, in fact he didn't remember well that anyone had even liked his healthy form, except the children who found him cute and some of their mothers for the same reason. He never thought he would eventually come to this hell, where he would be fucked by more than one man and was now almost enjoying giving a blowjob to the madman who raped and tortured him. He inserted his cock inside his mouth and Herman felt how it was being moistened by his cold saliva and touched soft walls of flesh. This stimulation made him let out a choked grunt. He watched the smaller man suck and lick his glans with slight tears at the corners of his mouth. He had a lovely view, plus his legs looked very slender and his ass small but tight. It had been a while since he had introduced his tool in that area. 
Freddy couldn't get it all into her mouth, but it didn't matter. Having to hold that cock with both hands made the Doctor even hotter and he grabbed his bald head to stroke it. 
-I see you've improved your tricks quite a bit, you missed me didn't you? 
Herman makes me look up into his eyes and makes Freddy stop. His cock was all shiny and wet. Herman would have preferred to do this at his Institute, the cool air would hit his skin better. The heat was making him very weak, he felt sweat running down his burns making him want to strip completely naked to appease the heat of the metal pipes in the basement.  Freddy looks at him with moist eyes and nods. 
-Answer me clearly. Did you miss me? 
-Y...Yes...Doctor...
-His sweat fell like raindrops on his face and nose. It didn't matter, these words were like a injection of adrenaline, especially because his words were sincere and he decided to start immediately with the next step, he couldn't take any more. 
With force, he moved Freddy's body leaving him lying face down on the mattress. In this position she could better see his back and his pale ass. Freddy cried as he instinctively hugged his teddy bear before receiving Herman's thick cock inside him.

-Then why did you want to be with Wraith so badly? Am I not enough for you?
Herman opened Freddy's buttocks slightly to see the ring of muscle he was looking for and wanting so badly. 
-No...Doctor...I'm confused....
-You know, I don't like being compared or being a second choice...Believe me, that really pisses me off. You prefer him to me? Still telling me you loved me? Why do you like him in the first place?
-Doctor please...
Herman aligns his member directly towards Nightmare's small orifice and thrusts it in with great force, opening the muscular entrance and causing him to bleed slightly in the absence of prior work to dilate it. Freddy screams and tears fall from his cheeks. The Doctor begins to thrust slowly but deeply. Even for him it was too fast as his penis entered a cavity so cold it made him grunt even louder with a shudder to the core. The bowels so cold and tight made Herman unable to speak as earnestly as before, making him gasp in a choked way. 
Freddy was in so much pain that he was biting the teddy bear to appease his cries and hugging it tightly. The Doctor at first was about to take that shitty bear away from him and throw it away, but seeing him trying to hold in his gasps and screams in a strange way turned him on more than he could have imagined. 
-Shit...You're still too tight.....
Herman can't stand the heat of the basement, so he takes off his shirt and tie, leaving his chest exposed. He doesn't understand how Nightmare can stand these temperatures and still have a wool sweater on. But even in the high heat of both the basement and the sex, the emaciated and malnourished man shivered as he hugged the teddy bear under the Doctor's huge body. Herman embraces him and feels his skin so cold...With greater force he squeezes his body and his thrusts increase.

-So... You prefer Wraith to me?
Freddy has fear, pain and a strange pleasure at this. His memories flashed like a movie and he remembered the Doctor taking care of him, bathing him and sleeping with him. He suffered a lot, more than with anyone else, but he also thought about everything they had talked about, Freddy told him absolutely everything...About his parents, about his beloved little sister, about the only grown woman he could ever love...About his beautiful little Nancy...The love of his life. The woman who was meant for him, but at the wrong time. If only he had been able to hold on to his desires a little longer, until he was older...With her as with the others, everything would have been different. Even though Herman knows his every sin and failure, he was here. He was here, even knowing everything and knowing more than anyone else. Why would he do it? If Wraith found out about his past, would she be able to be there for him? Would she be able to show him love and love herself even though she knew he almost sexually abused his own sister? That he sexually abused young children? Deep down, she knew she would not. He didn't want to delude himself, let alone get his hopes up over this. All he had was the Doctor, the perverted, sadistic psychopath who here he was, even taking the heat for him. It hurt, it grieved him, but at the same time it flattered him and he was pleased.
-I... I prefer you, Doctor....
Herman lying on Freddy's body, squeezes him so hard that the smaller man can barely speak. He grabs him by the neck and his penetrations were getting faster and deeper. Freddy's insides had already warmed up with the friction of the cock and began to radiate electricity. The pain from the depth of the thrusts made Nightmare squeal, plus the electricity vibrated through his muscles giving him sensations he can't describe.
-Doubt, Nightmare. Repeat after me: I'm a liar....
-No... Doctor...
Herman settles down to look at Freddy's ass. With his huge hand he slaps it very hard, hard enough so that there is a dull sound and his hands are quickly scarred on his skin.
Freddy screams, but muffles it by biting the teddy bear which had him covered in tears and saliva.
-Don't disobey me. Otherwise I will have to punish you even harder, or is that what you want?
-Please, Doctor... Don't do it...
Another hand spanking made Freddy scream again and his tears came even harder. Herman had incredible strength in his arms so his buttocks went numb and he was left with a stinging sensation on his skin. The Doctor had slowed the pace, but his cock was going in furiously deep inside. Her insides were flaccid, warm and doing their best to hold that cock back with every stroke.

-Say it, "I'm a liar."
Nightmare with no other choice, had to obey the Doctor in everything he asked, even repeating his phrases.
-I am... I am a liar...
-Who is your master and who do you have to obey?
-You... Doctor...
-Do you prefer me to Wraith?
-Yes...
Herman grabs Freddy's slender hips and moves him hard onto his cock, giving watery sounds and finally ends up grunting so that a thick stream of cum shot out inside Nightmare, subtly filling his flat, malnourished belly.
Due to the heat, by the time Herman climaxed he was struggling to breathe. He did so with difficulty and his strident sound caused fear to flood Freddy, who felt his asshole ride the semen dripping down between his legs and could barely move from physical and mental exhaustion.
The Doctor cursed this disgusting place. Not only the place, but the heat itself, he needed a good one shower with cold water from his Institute to get the sweat and choking sensation out of his throat. He adjusts his penis to tuck it into his pants but doesn't get dressed, leaving his scarred and wired chest exposed to the smaller man who stayed curled up on the mattress not wanting to see him. Herman walks over to him and strokes his face. 
-You see it's not hard to be obedient? You know how it is, you behave and there's a reward. You disobey me and there's punishment. 
Freddy looks at him and with tears in his eyes just nods his head. Although the Doctor wants to leave the place, he hesitates for a few seconds when he sees him so trembling and curled up. He ends up lying down next to him and hugs him tightly. Freddy feels the warmth of his body and without any other choice he moves closer to him, feeling his scratchy skin. The Doctor in return caresses his cheeks and head as the first moment, with clear softness and care. 
-Is this bad for you Nightmare? 
-No...
-I know what you like about Wraith and this is because of your past, isn't it?
-What do you mean?...
-He in spite of what he did retains kindness and is innocent...Even naive as a child. That's what attracts you to him, Nightmare. 
Freddy went blank with that statement. Was the Doctor right? Was that one of the reasons he liked him? He didn't know what to tell him...Philip was good, he was kind and caring. He gave her peace of mind and tranquility, something she doubted the Doctor could give her given his sadistic and sickly nature. 
-I just...I want peace of mind Doctor...Even if we are in this place. 
-And you think he would give it to you and I wouldn't?
Freddy remains silent and this causes Herman to let out a soft grunt nodding at him.

-I have done crazy things, Nightmare. I will never deny everything I did, nor will I deny what I did to you at the time. But I am able to give you what you want if you do what I want. Besides... I don't judge you for what you have done. I am here in spite of everything and you are here with me... By the way, I want you to do something. 
-What's that?...
-Go see Philip when you're well and tell him how you feel. I assure you 100 percent that he won't be able to give you a chance even if he knows you're not so repulsive after all. 
-Why do you want me to do it...?
-For you to see that I'm right, you and I are meant to be together and we deserve each other. When you do, go to my Institute. 
-If you know the answer, what do you want me to do it for?....
-It will be good therapy for you. You will be able to face reality better, the reality that the past condemns us and whatever we do we will be judged. 
Freddy due to exhaustion falls asleep hugging both Herman and the teddy bear. His snoring was soft and irregular, cutting off slightly but returning to his regular human rhythm. Herman on the other hand was not sleepy at the moment, not really needing much sleep. Still despite the heat, he lay back on the mattress watching Nightmare asleep with that fucking shit bear. For the first time in a long time, he felt ''sick'' that he enjoyed this. Seeing him cuddling that inanimate thing gave him a sense of weakness and vulnerability that couldn't go unnoticed and made him even harder. The Doctor fervently believed he didn't possess any kind of sex fetish, but knowing the burned man, he could take away more than a few desires that even he didn't know he possessed. Nor in how possessive he really was when he felt something belonged to him...Especially when in his past life he was never one to seek love or so much sex. Virgin he wasn't, but it was always casual encounters with men or women willing to put up with his oversized tool. He had absolutely no regrets, of that he was sure and he firmly believed that all his treatment had been successful...Only the most important step was missing, proving again to Nightmare that he was right and it would be very easy to achieve it.

*~~~*

On the second night of the reduction, Freddy was in the basement of the day care center. When he had awakened, Herman was gone but he knew he had stayed with him to sleep. He could feel her unnatural warmth and her arms wrapped somewhat gently around him. He had a feeling in his back which would not leave him alone. Remembering all the softness the psychopath had been, brought him a little peace which quickly left him as soon as he remembered all the bad things he had done to him. But as time went on, the less upset he was about it. Maybe even deep down he deserved it for all the damage he had done and what a bastard he had been to the Entity. After this, all the events had been so strange that he felt like nothing was real. But to his regret, it was all real. All his suffering, passing happiness and memories were real. Now she found herself in the basement of the nursery waiting again for Philip go, the Doctor had brought her the message to meet him tonight and he knew he would tell her...It was all part of his plan. Her heart was about to jump out of her throat and her body was trembling, she was afraid that everything Herman told her was true. She wished it wasn't, she prayed that it wasn't. Freddy had paid for his crimes and he only wanted peace...peace with himself, peace along with a bloodlust that was impossible to fill. All fellow killers had it and Nightmare was no exception to this internal rule imposed by the Entity. They just couldn't kill or fight each other, it was like a rule imposed on everyone's brains. But still, there was a lot of evil. The Doctor was the worst of them all and he knew that his reputation would always follow him, just like Freddy's. He was right in that sense, their pasts condemned them and it was going to be like that until the rest of time. 
This time, Philip arrives in the basement subtly and nervously. The warmth of the place disturbed him, but he said nothing. He knew it was a suitable place for someone who did not possess the ability to generate heat for himself, like a 
reptile. 

When he gets there, he finds Freddy who is sitting on the bed moving his legs like a game. Nightmare looks at the dark-haired man, who immediately notices a tired look on Freddy's face. He smiles softly at him and rises from the bed to greet him. 
-I'm glad you came, Wraith. 
-Nightmare...Are you all right?...You look very...Sick?
-Yes, I just haven't been feeling very well... 
-Oh, I see. I'm sorry I couldn't come, Trapper was very sick and...
-Don't worry about it. I understand that you went to take care of him. 
Philip smiled at Freddy and helped him sit up in bed. He noticed him weak and shaky, more so than usual and it made him feel bad. 
-I appreciate you coming Philip. I'm sorry about what I did to you in the dream, I shouldn't have done it. 
Wraith looks the burned man in the eyes. Nightmare's blue eyes captivate him, they have a look that showed a certain fragility which gave him a vibration in his chest. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he feels good about it, but he knows he shouldn't feel that way.What would he do? He stroked her most burned cheek gently again. Her cool fleshy skin numbed Wraith's fingers. He reaches close enough to barely touch the smaller man's misshapen lips with his own. The kiss was soft, cool and...Calm. Freddy caressed his cheeks with his cold hands and moved closer to him to make the kiss stronger and more desirous. Wraith doesn't reject him, he didn't find this unpleasant either. Nightmare moves closer to Philip's neck and kisses him softly, her parched lips brushing against his brown skin. Wraith begins to breathe a little heavier and urges Freddy to lie down on the bed. Nightmare lies down and the taller man holds him with both hands staying on top of his body, staring at him as the burned man stared at him. He looked thinner...Wraith swallows his accumulated saliva and trembles. He lifts his sweater slightly, noticing his flat, pale belly. He caresses it and wants to continue, but can't do it. In her mind she thought again of Freddy's past...Everything he surely did, all the perversions his sick mind could have committed and she stops dead in her tracks. His gaze transforms to one of sadness, he can't do it. With shame he gets up from the bed and hugs himself. 
-What is it, Philip? Have I done something wrong to you?
-Forgive me Freddy. I can't do it...I'm so sorry. I like you, with you I feel full, at peace and happy... But I am not able to do something like that with you. 
Freddy as best he can gets up from the bed and bows his head...Something inside him finally ends up breaking. 
-I knew it...The Doctor was right all the time....
Philip looks at Freddy. His face grieves even more as he manages to see Nightmare's bad eyes begin to fall soft tears of sadness. 
-What's the Doctor got to do with it? 
-He...He warned me about all this...He warned me that nothing could happen between us...My past is always going to condemn me.

-Freddy...Please understand...It's not like you just killed some guys or your family...You, you raped little kids...You think it's easy to forget something like that? 
-You think I haven't paid enough? I was in a coma for five years before I died from my burns! Your parents burned me alive! I became immortal and now I'm here!....
Philip approaches him to comfort him, but Freddy refuses. Because of his weakness he has to lie back down on the bed, in his anger and sadness. 
-Freddy... I'm really very sorry. I wish this could all be different, but...I can't, I want to, I really want to because with you I feel...Good and I can be who I am without fear of being judged. I sound so fucking hypocritical about this....
-Sorry...I...I...I understand. 
-Freddy -Can I ask you a question? 
-Yes
-Do you have feelings for the Doctor? 
Freddy pauses and starts to think. He remembers everything Herman did to him, everything good and bad he did to him in the span of all this time. He remembers the night before, he remembers his warmth, his sweat and his mixed scent of different things. He remembers when she hugged him, when she bathed him and fed him. The most important thing is that Herman knows everything about him. Wraith knows nothing, only what his story was revealed to others the moment he arrived. Would his reaction be worse? How would he react if he found out that he had carnal desires against his little sister? That he literally fell in love with a little girl because she was just like his little sister? He wasn't about to let her know. Herman was right all along and this tore him apart...This was what the Doctor always wanted. To show him the reality and that no one was going to want him anywhere but him and he didn't even know why. 

-I...I think so. I'm confused too, I like you too but...I know my past will end up disgusting you even more from me and any act beyond a few kisses will drive you away from me and it's understandable.

Philip looks at him with some discomfort. He always had the feeling that the Doctor did like Freddy but not the other way around. He finds it hard to believe that anyone would have feelings for that sick, psychopathic guy. He even felt a little sorry for Freddy, at the same time curious since he didn't understand what he saw in the Doctor. 
-Do you remember when we were at Caleb's bar? He appeared in front of us and I noticed that you were very nervous. 
-Yes... That's why...
Philip sits down next to Freddy, who gathered up his legs as a self-comfort. He can't help but look at him and feel bad about the situation. 
-What did you see the Doctor? 
-We've met and...He doesn't judge me for what I did, we both did very bad things. He certainly understands me and also when I'm with him...I feel like someone finally doesn't hold what I did against me. 
-So it means that he and you...have done it? 
-Something like that...
Philip let out a sigh. They were both confused after all. Still, he found it strange that Freddy had such a sudden attraction to the Doctor, or so he thought. But when he heard the reason, it made sense to him. Herman had rather unusual tastes and that he had an attraction to Nightmare didn't surprise him in the least. Doctor might not only be attracted to his power, but his physique as well. 
-Freddy...I'm really sorry. Do you know why I'm sorry? Because I think we both would have been happy, or at least trying to be. 
-I think so too... But, I thank you that we can be good friends at least. 
Philip's look gets even sorrier and he ducks his head. 
-I...I don't know if we can be friends Freddy...I don't want to get in trouble with the Doctor and I know that if we keep seeing each other...It will be the same every time. 
Freddy's eyes watered again when he heard that. He hoped that at least they could continue to talk, even if only in his dreams...But he understood deep down. It pains Philip to say this too, he loves Freddy so much despite all that he is. His eyes moisten and he hugs Freddy warmly, a tender embrace and almost as if it were a farewell. Both had a certain degree of sensitivity and both at least gave each other one last kiss to continue their respective hunts inside that endless hell.

-Thank you Freddy... Thank you for everything. I know it's hard, but I hope you can be happy, even if it's with him. 
-The same goes for you...You deserve someone who loves you and makes you happy too. 
Wraith leaves Springwood as if his soul had been broken. Nightmare felt the same way...He felt sorry and rejected. He was never someone socially accepted, even when he had his disorder still very much hidden from his being. He was always someone lonely, until he got to kindergarten and his life finally made sense. It was all over from that past, he was now in the present and everything the Doctor had said turned out to be true. This was like a bucket of cold water to his body, his voice echoed in his head...He could hear it telling him: ''I told you, Nightmare. Only I am here for you.''
And she was right. 

It was still dark and Herman was in his office reading some books on the human brain, when he felt slow footsteps walking towards where he was. When the body landed in front of him, he looked up. He could make out Freddy with his eyes even redder than they were from crying. He was trembling and his voice was cracking in an attempt to speak, but his tone was barely audible. He hugged himself, the cold made him weak and he had the sensation of falling. 
-You were right about everything Doctor...You are the only one who in one way or another loves me.....
Carter sighs and smiles mischievously. 
He had finally done it, he had mastered the Dream Demon. 
Now it belonged to him in body and mind.

Chapter Text

ENTITY’S DESCENDENCIES I:

Demonic biological transformations

After that night, the bond between Doctor and Nightmare had strengthened on a grand scale. Not that Freddy had much choice in the matter, but his mind had become so damaged that despite all the damage done to him by Herman, he was returning to the Institute like a trained dog who knew no better than this. The Doctor while forbidden considerable physical harm towards him, it did not take away from the fact that in that time they had been able to experiment in various ways, sex being the most predominant. They both had their own sexual fetishes, this was not something particularly unusual...But Doctor was able to bring them out in full in this last time. Nightmare very much enjoyed being treated like a little boy, although he obviously wouldn't acknowledge it. Herman on the other hand, enjoyed treating him as a little pet and as a slave worthy of humiliation. If Freddy could satisfy him in that area, Doctor satisfied his as a good exchange. As human beings, Herman had to give in to typical feelings such as affection and displays of affection, and while it was a difficult process, it was not impossible when he managed to find a nice spot for him. One of those orders was to blindfold him and make him crawl around a room naked with a chain around his neck. The Doctor would pull him along to guide him and make him crawl faster or slower as he pleased. The smaller man shivered and felt shards of glass embed in his palms and bony knees, but that didn't matter to Herman. He brought him close to two plates of food and water, making him eat while being totally forbidden to use his hands for this. If he broke his rule, he would make him crawl outside in the snow. Freddy complied with that order completely, the Doctor made him look up and ejaculated on his face, filling the biggest scar on his cheek with a thick and abundant semen. Seeing him humiliate himself and obey in that way seemed to him as hot or even hotter than inserting his cock inside his orifices, but he was never going to deny doing it. Freddy on the other hand, was asking him to use his strength to carry him in his arms and fuck him. Or it was to do it pinned to the walls or on his lap, even with the teddy bear he had given him to muffle his gasps...Anything would do. Herman felt he could be himself with him, much more than he already was before. It also helped relatively well to cope with the nervousness and mental strain he was under from having to complete the Entity's mission and had not yet been able to do so.

He was constantly wondering what he was doing wrong. He was able to recognize the typical pregnancy symptoms and when he managed to have sex with any female killer, she did not possess any kind of change. He tried each and every one of them, except Onryo, basically because he couldn't catch her and doubted anyway that she was fit to impregnate. This made him increasingly anxious, annoyed and evasive. The deadline was 3 days away and he could feel the Entity chasing him from the sky. Not only that, but he was also really *HARD* no matter how much he masturbated, how much he did it with whomever, his hardness wouldn't go away and he even had trouble walking with it. He stroked his pants where a bulky bulge was forming and tried to appease it, but nothing was working. In those days, she had ignored Freddy completely and even ordered him not to come near the Institute for any reason. 
-Don't come here until I tell you to. 
Herman had a stern and threatening tone of voice. So much so that Freddy had never really listened to him like that before, as if he had to do something so important that his ''life depended on it''. Nightmare was still afraid of him, so he preferred to obey him without question. Herman let him know that despite this, he would go to his basement when he was done and he had better behave himself until then. Herman brainwashed him enough that he wouldn't interact with others unless the Entity asked him to, much less Wraith...He manipulated him enough that he avoided him as well, even if he himself sought him out to apologize or talk things over.

Everyone despises you, except me. You and I are two fools in the eyes of others. Let us sink in our folly and prosper together. It was always so and will always be so until the end of time.

Freddy was fading into oblivion every day. Just as before he arrived here, he became a mere nightmare... A dark memory that they tried to forget by all means but they did not succeed. Their rituals were becoming less and less, even in them it was despised. More killers had arrived, one called ''Master Mind'' ''The Knight'' and ''Skull Merchant'' who also simply had claws covering his whole arm and looked as human as Amanda without a mask. Nothing interested, he saw her dreams...She was just a woman obsessed with some Mangas? That her father made and replicate the character he had created. The other two were no big deal either. One fervently desired the survivors they arrived with, but Knight had a huge fascination with this realm. The Entity offered him the same thing he felt when his people were slaughtered and promised him revenge against a survivor named ''Vittorio''. Same old bullshit, Freddy wasn't interested in his dreams...The emotional dependency disorder started to kick in the second day when Herman asked him not to see him, not even in his dreams. Even if he stayed in his nursery or surfed in dreams, he felt a huge emptiness which made him start to relapse into depression little by little. he always only wanted peace, a peace he could never get, perhaps except now if Herman would do her bidding and fulfill her sick fantasies. he still remembers one of the conversations he had, in one of their recent sexual encounters...Where he asked him to be a little gentler with the penetrations. he takes him from her body forcefully and lifts him up in her arms, leaving him in the air.

-Look at you, Nightmare. You beg me to stop, but I can see in your eyes that you want me to go harder. Why don't you convince yourself of what you want?

Nightmare swallowed accumulated saliva and continued to remember. His watery eyes, staring into the Doctor's luminous eyes, his panting breath nose to nose. His tight belly and clean cock being stimulated with Herman's huge electric hands that gave off a vibration that coursed down his spine. These tricks each time made him enjoy it even more, they both did. Herman felt his cold insides getting softer and softer, wet with flow and stretching more easily. Of all the men he had fucked there, Nightmare was the one he liked the most for the same reason. Also being physically small made it more exciting for her to reduce, several times he was about to whip him hard, harder than he already used, but she didn't want to get in more trouble with the Entity for the excessive use of force. 
These days, Herman had convinced Amanda to have sex in exchange for drugs. He knew she was a former addict and if she complied with his requests, in return he would provide her with the strongest shit he had or could create. He even drugged her more than once to continue his attempts to get her pregnant, but he felt nothing was working. He knew the symptoms of pregnancy, he even studied them...But she didn't seem to have any signs of pregnancy and it frustrated him. What if it was the drugs causing this? She was in trouble...What if he drugged her enough to give her an artificial insemination? It wasn't dangerous, it could stimulate her sperm and ovaries and it didn't seem to be life-threatening. But...What if she kept drugging herself after that? Shit...I hadn't thought about that probability either. Getting high in pregnancy could present severe damage to the baby so if she did this, she would have to keep her captive to avoid harming herself or the baby. Most importantly, was it a baby? Would it be 9 months of taking care of her? Herman felt mentally between a rock and a hard place. He had never felt so cornered and in anger he ripped a wire from his arm. Blood ran down his body and his flesh glistened. He doesn't understand why he really did it, if it didn't solve anything...But he felt that the Entity was constantly watching him and he feared for his punishment if he didn't comply.

-Entity, I've tried and nothing works... What do I do?

-Tomorrow is your last day, Doctor. It's the key date... Choose your partner and fulfill me.

Tomorrow? Was tomorrow the last day? Or was tomorrow the ideal time to do it? 
He would have to convince Pig again to give it a try in exchange for drugs...She was the most suitable woman in his eyes, she didn't have a broken body, she didn't look sick and sexually she was very experienced so that was all he had. It had to work out, it was the only way out he had at the time.

*~~~*

Nightmare entered the world of dreams to look at the others. The feeling of loneliness would not go away, no matter what he did. He felt dejected, empty and... Depressed. He entered the dream world and fiddled with some things he found around, trying to calm that empty feeling, but nothing helped him. 
That's where he saw the Doctor's door. That door was almost never available, as the Doctor slept little. Herman ordered him not to go to see him even in his sleep, so he swallowed saliva and tried to control that impulse not to go in, but this impulse was almost uncontrollable and he was trembling...He was trembling about what he might see if he went in there or what was worse...The punishment he was going to receive if Doctor found out he disobeyed him. What would he be able to do to him? His nervousness was causing him to have a jumble of emotions and a stomach ache along with saliva building up in his mouth. He approached the Doctor's door with trembling hands and tried to pull away from her by shaking his head in denial.
''No, shit...I can't go in that place.''
Freddy pressed his lips together and hugged himself. How to calm this down? How did he go from hating that bastard to just wanting to see him? Fucking son of a bitch...how was he capable of this? 
Nightmare sighs. He wasn't able to defeat this impulse that was eating away at him like rust on metal. With trembling fingers, he opens the door to the Doctor's dream and could feel his sensations, which were anything but welcoming. Everything was chaos, shock therapy, madness and hatred. It was also mixed with fear, nervousness and sexual desire... A sexual desire so great that he never thought anyone could feel this way. It was as if he were a perverse sex machine full of all kinds of fetishes. Freddy had never really felt kinky, except for his craving for little boys. To his chagrin, Doctor desired to do it with women and that simply made him duck his head. Always inside him he wished he was a woman, maybe that way he could have hidden his perversions better...Suspicions always to women are much lower than to men, according to Nightmare. The sleep environment was still one of the rooms, with a huge bed as dirty and dusty as the gurneys of the Institute. Nightmare silently walked through the rooms of the dream, until panic made his skin bristle in the blink of an eye. His arm was tugged hard, the Doctor was looking at him with seriousness and annoyance. Freddy didn't know where to hide, he had completely screwed up. 
-Good night, Nightmare. May I know why you're inside my dream? I told you not to come. 
Freddy didn't know what to answer. His eyes flashed with a huge desire to crush him like a cockroach for disobeying him. He knew that if he lied it would only make the situation worse. 
-I...I was worried Doctor...I'm sorry.
-Why did you disobey me? -You think I wouldn't know you were coming here? You're such a predictable pet...
-I didn't know anything... -I just...
-This is none of your business. I want to be with women until I tell you I want to be with you. Now, get out of here and don't even think about coming back for any reason.

Doctor turns away from him and walked out into the emptiness of the dream. This revelation made Freddy's heart flutter. Did this mean that Herman would always be interested in women and no longer in men? Was this over? No...Nightmare didn't want this to be over, it had just begun. At this rate, Freddy wouldn't be able to let go of everything that had happened, all the memories...good or bad, it didn't matter. Because of his mental damage, he came up with lots of fictitious scenarios where he was alone again, where his new life would be meaningless again. Why had he had such a drastic change? Had he simply gotten bored? It was something Freddy didn't want to accept... He could never be alone again. 
-Doctor...
Herman turned his head, looking far from kind. Not only was he annoyed with everything that was going on, but also with Nightmare for disobeying him. He had enough problems as it was, without adding another one. Freddy was trembling, but his burnt lips wore a very subtle smile. 
-What did I just say to you? I want you to leave. 
-I want you to see something...
Herman just this once, I was going to give him a chance. 
-Make it quick. 
Nightmare moves slightly closer to him and remains in position. Curiosity and consternation rise in the Doctor as he watches Freddy slowly unbutton his pants. Herman does not understand what he is doing. 
-What are you...?
His answer was answered, as Nightmare pulled his pants down to thigh level, along with his underwear. The burned man's thin, pale thighs trembled as he subtly covered his face with his clawed glove along with his hat. A blush appeared on his face along with a clear sign of shyness. The Doctor was now twice as curious and...A feeling he could not describe clearly.

Nightmare no longer had a cock like he always had. Now he had a pussy, but it looked unreal to the Doctor. It was as if Freddy really didn't fully know its aspects which made him let out a laugh. 
So...You can shape-shift in the dream world? 
-I... I can do practically anything here, Doctor. I can even change into a woman.....
Herman arched an eyebrow. Seeing Freddy without a penis looked very strange to him, of that he didn't doubt but...What would he look like if he had a more realistic vagina suited to his body in the real world? Besides, the funniest thing was that Freddy was willing to have a pussy as long as he wouldn't leave him alone. Was the treatment he gave him that good? It was fascinating...The anger and despair Doctor had briefly died down. He remembered her naked body and her narrow waist along with her thighs would look relatively good on a better created body. He also found it pathetic that his pet had so little knowledge of the female reproductive organ. Had he really fucked before? Or had he done it so long ago with a woman that he could barely remember? Either answer seemed sad and embarrassing for a man. He had forgotten what a real failure his pet was before he became a demon. He still was, but at least he could kill, serve the Entity, and obey him.

At that moment, Herman heard a kind of whisper. He didn't understand what it said, but it was like a strong wind buzzing in his ears. His heart began to pound and even though he was asleep, it was as if he was awake...Awake and thirsty. He approaches Freddy and grabs his arm roughly, causing the smaller man to look at him nervously. He swallowed saliva that had built up in his mouth and felt the warmth of the Doctor's huge hand. 
Carter woke up and brought Freddy with him. When he awoke, Freddy was on top of the larger man, looking at him with a face that wavered between fear and in low measure, desire. He hadn't seen, felt or heard him for days. His raucous breathing became a characteristic feature of him and while he hated it before, he grew accustomed to that sound and the loud beating of his almost mechanicals heart. Also to its unnatural warmth and its scent of drugs, burnt flesh and fine perfume. 
Herman still had one more day left to accomplish the task the Entity asked of him, so he would take the opportunity to play a little with his little pet and punish it before accomplishing his task.  In the previous two days, he was hornier than ever. He tried to let it go, but it was impossible, he could barely walk in the rituals, his iron hard cock prevented him from doing so causing the survivors to run away and the Entity's anger, reminding him that he had to do his part and this week was the last one he had. Even though he was fucking Amanda and trying to impregnate her, his horniness was not diminishing with her either. His mixture of horniness and anger at not accomplishing his mission made him look like an atomic bomb of negative energies.

Herman looks seriously at Nightmare. If he was that desperate to do it, he was going to do it, but much more aggressively than he had ever been with him. He forcefully positions him underneath his body on the gurney where he was lying and brutally grabs him by the neck. He unbuttons his patient's pants in a swift manner, almost tearing his clothes off. Freddy felt strange, he didn't know what the sensation was but his body felt...different. He was panicking at the force the Doctor was using, he knew he had fucked up and that the Doctor would get revenge for this, of that he had no doubt and he knew he deserved punishment.
Herman finished removing his pants and throws them on the floor as he watches what he never thought could happen at that moment and a cold sweat breaks out on his body. He even lifted his wool sweater slightly to the level of his stomach to get a better look at what had just happened. An agitated sigh appeared and this made Freddy get nervous and look at him with bewilderment at the change in the larger man's face. 
His little pet no longer had a penis, nor apparently a male reproductive organ. It had...a vagina. A very pale pussy but with its labia majora slightly pink, it looked small and its labia minora were completely hidden. From them a slight wetness was noticeable at the stimulation Freddy had received. A small clitoris that was much redder than the labia majora, like the rest of her body, had a total absence of pubic hair like the rest of her body, along with subtle red burn scars which was much more attractive to the Doctor.

''So...This was the Entity's real idea? It was Freddy he was supposed to impregnate?...Would it work?...''. He didn't even know this was possible, he never thought he could shape-shift to such a perfect one outside of the dream world. 
Herman swallowed hard. This was strange for him, but seeing again his patient's slender body and that her pussy really did look realistic, natural and smooth, that nervousness vanished like smoke. 
-Haha! So you really were able to change your penis? Even in the real world? Your power is incredible. 
Nightmare takes a quick breath and a chill ran down her back. He looked down at himself and never thought that in the real world he was able to change his organs...Only the Entity could do that. He felt weird, even exposed as he saw the vertical line of her pussy slightly open given the position the Doctor had it in. It felt cold too, she didn't understand why.
-No....Doctor, I'm not supposed to be able to do that in the real world. 
 Freddy's voice sounded nervous. While he wanted to show the Doctor that he could change his shape in the dream world, he didn't expect to keep this in the real world. What was he going to think? That he's a strange abomination? That he wanted to be a girl? He acknowledged that deep down he would have wanted to be a woman, but not enough to give up having a cock. He didn't want the Doctor to see him this way and wants to get up, but the Doctor holds his legs tightly. 
-Why do you want to run away? Aren't you curious to know how a woman feels? You yourself came and wanted to show me your trick. 
-Please Doctor... This is embarrassing...
-You changed your shape yourself, Nightmare. -Wouldn't it be ideal to examine your new body? 
-Please...Doctor, this is weird...
-Who are you to talk about weird? Wasn't it you yourself who wanted to transform? You wanted to see me so much? Don't you think it's ideal to want to check yourself in a more appropriate way?

Nightmare felt a strange chill in her nether region. He felt the cold of the Institute caress the sensitive folds even more than when he had a penis and made him shiver. The Doctor was looking at him curiously and with a mischievous grin. Freddy wriggled his hips making his lower lips more noticeable and conspicuous to the Doctor. He panicked that the Doctor wanted to experiment with his new organ and cause him unknown pains. If she had a full female reproductive system, it would mean that she would also have a vaginal cavity, cervix, uterus, ovaries and fallopian tubes. In the worst case, Herman would want to remove its interior with operating gadgets and see how it would regenerate. The most burned man's chin quivers, thinking worst-case scenario for disobeying him. The Doctor's luminous eyes indicated this kind of experimentation and it wouldn't exactly be a pleasant thing. 
The Doctor recognized that he wanted to do exactly what Freddy was thinking. He knew he was thinking about it, his eyes gave it away...He smelled fear and desperation. An exciting smell for him, seeing his potential victims with this humanly primitive feeling gave him a tingle in his neck. But he could not take that step, not now. The Entity had forbidden him to experiment and Nightmare fell into that category...But that didn't mean he couldn't better analyze the new body of his favorite pet, right?

-Oh... Don't worry, dear Nightmare. I won't hurt you, in fact I promise to be as gentle with you as possible in this case. 
Freddy was trying to move his body, but the Doctor's body was much larger and impeded his movement. It was not something he could negotiate or refuse...He would have to agree to be analyzed by the Doctor, but he feared for his methods. 

The Doctor gently moved into a position that would allow him to see Nightmare's new organ in much greater detail, much to the discomfort of the small man, who did not want to be examined, let alone have his eyes so close to him. He felt himself blushing and covered his face with his hand. Herman instead let out a subtle smile and took a closer look at his pet's crotch. His genitals seemed small to him and the subtle pink burn scars lent a strange charm to the pallor of his skin. with his index finger, he barely grazed the delicate fleshy opening, the touch felt cold, much colder than the tiny cock he always has. Freddy felt his fingers scraped and bruised which caused the sensitivity never felt before to cause him to have slight spasms in his legs. The Doctor felt that he had a slight natural discharge very cold, as if it was a gel. The vagina possessed a natural discharge, which increases based on arousal. He would have to check this detail in case Nightmare could self-provoke wetness. This step was very important, her pussy had to be well lubricated and dilated to be able to perform the sexual act, otherwise sex would be very painful and Herman sincerely did not want that How would he then demonstrate his chivalry and his ability to do it with the ladies? That was not gentle. 
-I see that by now given your reflex of moving your legs, it indicates that you have a lot of sensitivity, doesn't it?

Freddy's breath hitched and he nodded his head. He felt his between his legs cold, and strangely felt himself getting wetter little by little. The Doctor's thick fingers barely caressed his labia majora, but the touch of them gave him a tingling sensation that Freddy due to his inexperience could not control. This time Herman went a little further, he made an invisible line with his index finger and went to the most sensitive area Freddy possessed: her small clitoris, soft and delicate as a petal. With his fingertip, it only took a slight circular motion for Nightmare to let out a small, almost imperceptible moan. Freddy got a sensation never felt before and a vibration gnawed through his thin, trembling thighs. Her involuntary leg movements gave the Doctor a little chuckle, but not a mocking one, just a curious one. Apparently her pussy worked so well that the slightest touch of her burning skin sent a series of spasms throughout her lower region. That was a good sign, a good sign for now. 
-I see that indeed your area is very sensitive, that's a good sign. are you feeling well? 
Nightmare was unable to speak. Embarrassment was flooding him and Herman looking at his new organ with curiosity made the situation worse. Not that Freddy found those areas very conspicuous, neither in men nor in women really. The Doctor on the other hand, for every minute that passed, was forgetting that Freddy really was a man and his desire was rising like lava from a volcano. His finger went numb with the light caress Herman gave his pet on his little area full of nerve endings. Freddy's movements certainly pleased him, but he believed it was going to end up being a future impediment to his ability to continue. He wanted to check the area much better and being holding his body himself was not feasible. Freddy's gaze is startled when he sees the Doctor change position and pull the chains that were hanging from the stretcher where he was asleep. A cold sweat breaks out on his back, he doesn't understand what the Doctor wants to do to him... But Herman directs the chains to his legs and ties them roughly to the stretcher. The tightness of the chains and their coldness, made Freddy let out a shuddering, almost pitiful moan. The Doctor laughs at his response. Also the sight of the Demon's slender legs chained to the gurney made his own crotch tingle.  He again settled back in, this time standing even closer to Nightmare's crotch as if it were a gynecological check-up. This made Freddy even more embarrassed and unwilling to see him. The Doctor's eyes stared at the smooth, cool, thin opening. he could see in fine detail her pink scars and her skin almost devoid of blood circulation. Her barely protruding clitoris was pink and shiny. 
-Don't be embarrassed, you look great like this...I want to check you out some more. 
Freddy lets out grunts of discomfort at this. His spread legs gave him the best view the Doctor could ask for. The Doctor also in this position manages to see some scars on Freddy he had never seen before. They appeared to be thin, fine cuts, as if he had made them himself with his claws. Was this his method of removing the guilt of what he had done? No matter, he would talk to his patient about this some other time...Now his attention was still fixed on those striking, pale folds.  Gently he uses his fingers and very slightly opens the vertical opening of her labia majora. He wants to check if her anatomy was correct, he didn't want her to have things missing, it would be very disappointing. Freddy feeling the touch of Herman's burning fingers made him grunt even louder and move his feet, the cold, metallic clinking of the chains echoed throughout the room and the Doctor didn't really care as it didn't bother him to continue looking. 
He could perfectly recognize the normal orifices that women possess, especially the vaginal orifice. The labia minora so pink that they were becoming more and more conspicuous to Herman. The opening at this point was very small, so he would have to make a little more effort to dilate it enough to be able to continue the sexual act comfortably and enjoyably for both of them. The Doctor to some extent wanted this to be the case, he had never had sex with a woman for the first time, so it was a new experience for him as well and he wanted to fulfill it in the best possible way. 

 The moment he opened her upper labia, he could make out her clitoris better and with an index finger he again stimulated it with clear gentleness and care eliciting more spasms and slight sounds from the smaller man. Gentle circular motions made her most nervous area arouse and swell slightly. Freddy pressed his lips together in an attempt to appease the sensations he was having at that moment, which he could not describe. he just felt an electric current in the area of her lower back and thighs, along with her neck which caused more involuntary movements and a clenching of her sock covered toes. Her clitoris felt like a small piece of soft, cold flesh, which also made the Doctor's body tingle. The Doctor made a motion which gently pulled down the clitoral hood to expose the most sensitive area and barely brushed it with his rough, bruised finger. This was like a tingling shock to Freddy who grunted loudly and bit his fingers as an automatic reaction. Herman knew he was on the right track as he noticed that his fingers were gradually getting wetter from the vaginal discharge that was coming off, preparing for the next task. The Doctor feeling his natural discharge so cold, made his lips tingle. Her fingers had become coated with lubricating fluid and with it he stroked her thighs leaving a glistening swath that was illuminated in the pale light of the room. Freddy's breathing was ragged and he began to pant. 

Nightmare's pussy, it looked wetter and shinier. The Doctor opened her upper lips again and it still felt so cold...Maybe he needed some warmth. Nightmare felt her nether region so cold he shivered. The Doctor's burning fingers were causing her body to twitch even more because the temperature combinations were mixed. The Doctor smiled watching his patient shiver like this, it was understandable given the new sensations his body was having. He wondered what it would be like to perform other tests. 
-I see that this is pleasant for you, isn't it? It's slowly getting lubricated and that's a good sign. 
Freddy didn't want to answer. He had too many emotions inside him and seeing the Doctor still playing with his new reproductive device gave him the feeling of wanting to run away, but at the same time to still be here. He was being much more gentle than Freddy would have imagined and while this calmed him, at the same time it made him uncomfortable. No one had ever seen his parts as closely, let alone with as much curiosity as Herman was getting. Did he have to be so nosy? 
Carter lets out a chuckle. He obviously notices her discomfort and pleasure at the same time. Under other circumstances he would have been very stern, since his mission is to procreate, but seeing his pet's delicate vagina makes it all the better to enjoy it in every way. Just thinking about what penetration would be like made his cock harden between his legs, but it was not yet time. He wanted to show her that it wasn't just torture, hatred and suffering. But that she could also have a certain charm, especially in bed. 
Doctor sighs. He moistens his parched lips and caresses the area of her thighs closest to Nightmare's vertical cleft. The burning skin of his hands causes Freddy to vibrate uncontrollably. He moans louder as he feels warm air very close to his folds. The Doctor had brought his face close to Nightmare's thin, cold skin. He felt an indescribable scent, but it was pleasant. His hands travel to the bony hips of the burned man and he holds them gently. He flicks out his tongue and makes a gentle lick along the entire fleshy line, moistening gently between the upper and lower lips. The Doctor's boiling tongue made Freddy unconsciously move his legs and want to push the Doctor away, but the Doctor wouldn't let him. 

-Please Doctor... Don't do this. 
-Mmm? -What makes you think you can make that kind of request of me? I'm not doing anything wrong to you, am I? 
Not that Freddy felt it was a bad thing. But it was increasingly embarrassing and uncomfortable for him that the Doctor was so close to that place and had even licked him. His tongue so hot it sent shivers down his spine and made him want to moan but he tried to hold it in. Doctor let out a mocking laugh.
-We should check how well it works, shouldn't we? Besides you are my patient and your job is to obey me. 
-No...
-I recommend you to keep quiet and not interrupt me while I'm doing the test. 
Freddy looked away, his eyes watering with shame and ecstasy. He gasped and swallowed accumulated saliva, Carter's body heat brought him all kinds of emotions and sensations he had not felt before. The Doctor seeing his pet simply give up, decides to continue with his work. 
This time, with his thumb and forefinger, he opens the vertical shaft again and his tongue gently glides all over the velvety area. From the lower area to the red, swollen glans of the clitoris. The natural lubrication was so cool that it generated a tingle and a spasm in the Doctor's own groin. It was so small that just the tip of his tongue was enough to cover and stimulate it completely. Freddy shivered and his toes curled with the sensation the Doctor was giving him, more and more pleasurable. The hot, wet tongue traveled through all the folds, leaving trails of saliva and moisture all over the area. Even at the sight of Nightmare's vaginal orifice, his tongue pushed gently through the cavity. His entire tongue was coated in the unnatural, vibrating coldness of the patient's body. His cock was so hard in this process that it begged for release from the expensive pants the Doctor was wearing. Freddy gasped and moaned, trying futilely to silence himself, but to no avail. Herman, hearing him, made his tongue stimulate every millimeter of his fleshy insides. He clenched his hands tightly on her hips and his licking was getting deeper and deeper. Her cold pussy had mingled with the warmth of his tongue and brought him erotic pleasure. With his lips burned and scraped, he worked with the delicate petal of her clitoris. The sensation of roughness to Nightmare also brought her pleasure beyond her own comprehension and she was no longer able to silence her own lustful sound. His mouth and tongue felt the wetness the vagina generated from arousal and this alone made him kiss the whole area as if it were normal labia. The taste of fertility entered his taste buds, it felt so different and unique that he could happily do it for hours. 

Freddy, ecstatic wanted it to stop, but at the same time begged for it to continue. He wasn't able to say it, but his wet eyes and trembling lips showed the Doctor that this was one of the most pleasurable things he had ever felt. For Herman, this sensation was by far, one of the best he had felt in a long time. Slowly he separates his tongue from Freddy's folds, he was covered in his own natural flow and strands of saliva that Carter had left him. He moves his upper lips and notices he has a little more dilation this time, but it wasn't enough for him...He wanted to experiment some more. 
-I see you're getting wetter and wetter. Must feel good?
Freddy looked down at the Doctor where he stood and hesitantly nods his head. He clenches his lips with his teeth, not wanting to acknowledge that the job Herman was doing on him was...Incredible.
Carter smiles. Deep down seeing his excited face gave him great inner satisfaction. The patient's bony legs had been still, but they moved again when the Doctor turned his attention back to his moist skin.
-It seems that your cavity and the wetness of your vagina corresponds to that of a healthy biological woman. But I'd rather make sure... What do you think?
-What are you going to do? -....
-Keep doing procedures, that's obvious dear Freddy. 
-Don't hurt me...
-But of course I won't hurt you. This will all be to test how fit you are. 
Herman takes Nightmare's thighs and gently begins to bite them. They were tingling bites, which felt good. That area even though it was burned, Freddy felt those teeth and burned lips so sensitively that he again began to gasp in a choppy way. It was between his thighs and his genitals, the hot air, the fiery mouth of the electric man made Freddy writhe steadily and involuntarily. The Doctor this time, used another trick. He used his static electricity with little force, just to make it feel like a vibration. With both hands he caressed every millimeter of skin and every area more sensitive than the other. The demon not having any control in the situation, he bit his hand to try to calm those very pleasurable tickles that hurt...His belly also tensed because of this. The current made her whole body vibrate and even her skin tingled through her wool sweater. Herman seeing that his trick was working much better than expected, with his vibrating fingertip he caresses the glans of her clitoris and massages it gently. Her movements were so gentle, so delicate but at the same time so tingling that Freddy this time had a strange sensation, as if he wanted to pee. His chains rattled loudly and he wanted to push the Doctor away by touching his shoulder with his hands, but Herman left him in place and didn't stop. The luminous eyes continued to watch him seriously and he kept stimulating the small area full of nerves. The burned man's heart was pounding, and he felt his head going a mile a minute. He didn't understand what was happening, his lower muscles tensed and the whole crotch area and his belly contracted. A feeling of ecstasy and release dominated her mind, causing her vagina to become completely wet with very cold lubrication and her thighs to become moist as well. 

That second was so fucking shuddering and tense that his body lay motionless and limp on the gurney. His head was spinning and he felt dazed with a sensation he had never felt in his life. Even ejaculating had never given him that sensation, he felt strangely happy after this and he didn't know why. The Doctor laughed when he saw him. 
-Apparently you climaxed, that's good too. 
-Are we finished?
-Are we done? We're just getting started, dear Nightmare. 
-What?
The Doctor seeing that her pussy was really very wet and a bit more dilated, decides to continue with the next step. 
Nightmare had her legs spread wide enough, so that the Doctor could fully see the compositions of her device. Gently, he brings his little finger up to the vaginal cavity and gently inserts it. Freddy felt this not painfully, but uncomfortably. It was a new sensation and the Doctor's rough finger moved slowly. Herman felt the cold walls but very soft on his finger. It was still a little tight, so he would have to stimulate it some more. Although it was only his pinky, the Doctor's fingers were really thick so he felt on a larger scale that something was pushing inside him. As the minutes counted down, the pinky finger covered in discharge could easily pass through the canal giving a clear sign that dilation had been achieved. His pinky finger was exchanged for two fingers that were just as gently inserted. Nightmare gives a slight cry, feeling that what had just entered was getting thicker than last time. 
-It's going in much better....Hurts? 
Freddy looks at it and shakes his head. It didn't really hurt, but he couldn't help but feel discomfort and a new sensation that, due to his inexperience, he couldn't understand. Seeing that he wasn't lying, he decides to move a little faster. He lifts his fingers upward on the inside, stimulating the location near the G-spot. Freddy grunts and curves his toes. Doctor found the perfect spot for internal stimulation of his pet, both toes sliding much more easily at this point, his opening had been greatly dilated up to this point. Could he do it now?...He didn't know how long it had been since Herman brought Freddy out of the dream world, but everything was pointing to the fact that he was ready. Everything he had seen and felt gave the appearance that the female reproductive organ Nightmare possessed was healthy and suitable for this. Would he be the right one to inseminate? He did not deny that it was something really insane, but he found it curious, his physical anatomy had not changed practically, only his genital which looked attractive in his physique. 

Herman settles himself by getting up and standing on Nightmare's legs, rattling the chains. Freddy's legs had grown cold and numb from the position. His skin was red from the clenching and Nightmare due to the orgasm he had, felt drowsy, his eyes were heavy and his muscles were almost flaccid. Doctor swallows accumulated saliva. He continues to stare at her vulva, as if thinking this is a bizarre dream of which felt all too real. But that feeling quickly fades. The hardness of her fleshy cylinder lingered there, begging to enter that never explored area. Freddy's eyes widen as he hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down and although he feels a knot of nervousness, he can barely react. 
Doctor pulls his pants down to his thighs and holds his cock wet with pre-seminal fluid and fully hardened from all he has done. Freddy looks at the size of the thing and can't help but put on a panicked face. 
-No...Doctor...
-Don't worry, dear Freddy. Try to stay relaxed, you're ready for this. 
-It's going to hurt...Please Doctor don't do it....
-If you stay relaxed, I don't think it will hurt. This area is suitable for penetration and for giving birth. 
Freddy moved his numb legs and Herman gently stops him. He understood deep down that he was nervous, but if her vagina was suitable, he would enter without any problems. He took his penis and left it between the fleshy vertical line of her intimate folds. His glans brushed against her small clitoris and gently flicked it. Slowly he lowers it to where her soft wet orifice was. The egg-sized glans pushed its way through the vertical line and down the tunnel. He only inserted a small part of his cock which cost Nightmare a painful groan and the Doctor a nervous one. Freddy looked up at him with teary, exhausted eyes. For the first time he was having sex with organs other than his biological ones and it was exactly the same one he first had sex with in this place. The sensation of this penetration hurt, but it was very different than anal penetration. His natural lubrication really made things easier for both of them and he felt something hard inside him. 
Doctor on the other hand, as he inserted his penis, the cold lubrication of Freddy's pussy hit him abruptly. It felt much colder than his ass which made him moan and shudder like never before. The cold soft fleshy walls caressed his burning skin, it felt tight but his cock had no trouble moving, given the amount of flow Nightmare had. He moved slowly, peering over the top at the tight, flat belly of the burnt demon which had a small noticeable bulge. 

He stroked it gently making Freddy gasp. He slowly inserted his member until he felt it hit the entrance of the cervix. Freddy felt these onslaughts like stomach cramps, this did not happen with his other orifice. Herman noticed that his penis did not enter fully, unfortunately. He didn't have to be too rough either, so he slowly began to ram his partner who felt these penetrations at first uncomfortable, but then they became more relaxing as Herman continued to move. 
-You're so cold and tight...Does it feel good? 
Nightmare panting and exhausted, bites his lips and looks up at him with teary eyes. He nods his head slowly and stammers something unintelligible to Herman. Doctor smiles, the previous work he had done on him paid off. 
His cock slid easily inside him and he didn't hesitate to ram him a little harder inside than he could. The sight of the one the Doctor had was strangely sensual. Nightmare's small pussy glistened and her folds opened by the Doctor's thick, dark penis stood out against the decay of pigmentation. Nightmare felt the deep penetration and some cramping in her navel area, she felt her insides taking some shuddering strokes. Herman due to the coldness and excitement he had began to unleash electricity unconsciously, making Freddy tingle all over his body. Herman was getting rougher and rougher and even if his cock couldn't go all the way in, it didn't matter. He held his patient's hips tightly and rammed with a power he was trying superhumanly to control. His shrill panting increased in volume and Nightmare's panting increased as well. Herman rammed very hard this time, causing Freddy to cry out painfully this time. 
-Not so hard Doctor...Please.
Doctor just this once he heeded him and reduced the power of his onslaught. He watched as his penis moved in and out at a slow pace this time, but each time it hit the smaller man's insides. He brought one hand up to the protruding clitoris and with his thumb stroked it. Freddy squealed from the sensations and this trick of the Doctor's, it made the muscles of her vagina tighten and Herman with this he felt like cumming. Would it be okay to ejaculate inside him? 

-Freddy...I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum inside you.....
Freddy looked at the Doctor, who had a look of ecstasy. His luminous eyes, his sweat and his breathing made him shudder, but he was nervous to let him do that. 
-No...
-Come on...Don't you want to know what a girl feels when you ejaculate inside her? I'm sure you'll like it. You know why? Because you're being a very good girl....
-No harm will come to me? 
-Don't worry, little Freddy. This is a great token of love, don't you love me?
Something inside Freddy shuddered. Herman was the first person he had ever made love to in every way? And now he was on top of him without judgment and enjoying his new reproductive organ. At least enough to have done everything to bring him pleasure and make his penetrations smooth. It was Freddy who had this idea in the first place, who did this so that Doctor wouldn't be looking for what he didn't have since he at least in his dreams could transform her body. How could he deny this token of love for him? If something as simple as this would make Doctor happy, he would fulfill it. 
With tears of lust in her eyes he nods. Herman increases his thrusts and electric shocks. The wool of Nightmare's sweater tingled through his body and reached all the way to his tongue. Herman as he nears climax, moves to Freddy's lips and kisses them hard. Freddy could barely breathe and felt the hot breath of the dark man. He feels the Doctor's monster cock throbbing and Carter reflexively hugs Freddy's body tightly and Freddy screams from the squeeze of his lean body. This made his tunnel squeeze the brown man's cock much tighter and he grunts raucously as he ejaculates all over the velvety tunnel. Freddy hugs the Doctor's thick shoulders as he feels something very hot inside him. 
The Doctor sighs. He feels as if his breath is coming to an end, almost like an asthmatic attack. Due to the use of his mouth hooks, his breathing capacity had diminished. Freddy had such calm breathing in comparison, which at this moment was much more excited and irregular with all the sensations and pleasures he received. The Doctor carefully withdraws his penis and the semen falls out of the fleshy tunnel onto the gurney. He looks down at Freddy with satisfaction and carefully removes the chains from his legs, cleaning the area during the process so it doesn't get any dirtier than it already was. Freddy felt exhausted, he looks at his new female member and still can't believe it. He lay down covering his body with the blankets the stretcher had and quickly fell asleep, his muscles flaccid and calm. He was so exhausted that he didn't even think that much about the situation he realized next to his bigger man. Herman also felt exhausted, as if he had released a lot of energy in doing so, but at the same time he felt relaxed and strangely calm. He wasn't such a bastard as to wake him up and remove him from the gurney, so he simply lies down next to him and hugs him. He also falls into a deep sleep, hugging his good ''girl'' meek and obedient. He also entered a state of tranquility that he did not remember before, this human feeling confused him as it was always chaos, torture and distortion. It didn't matter, he only hoped to accomplish his mission and if Nightmare could accomplish it, it was much better for him...Deep down even if the idea was crazy, he wished Freddy was the one who had his ''son''. A strange thing really, since he was a biological man and fatherhood was not something Doctor had in his mind, but impregnating a Demonic being sounded appealing in a twisted and strange way. With those sentiments he falls asleep next to his patient. 

The Doctor was the first to wake up and as he did, he felt something strangely warm next to him. Opening his eyes, he looks beside him and notices that Freddy is still asleep, but his skin is much warmer than usual and he was having trouble breathing, as if he was sick. Herman wakes up fully and touches his chest, confirming his suspicion: he had a very high fever and this surprised him in a bad way, he never thought Freddy could get sick, let alone that his damaged skin would feel like that of a healthy, sick person. She moves him gently, but he doesn't wake up with this. It only made his breathing hitch and grunt hoarsely. The Doctor uncovered his body from the blankets and his belly had a slight swelling which it did not have last night. 
The Entity appears from the ceiling of the institute and looks at the body of Nightmare, who had not yet awakened. 
-I congratulate you, Doctor... you have accomplished your mission. You and Nightmare will give me a son, a descendant of the Entity. 

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 ENTITY’S DESCENDENCIES II:

Nightmare felt exhausted, dizzy and nauseous. He had woken up with his head spinning and the Doctor was standing beside him with his arms crossed, looking at him with seriousness but curiosity at the same time. 
Herman had complied with the Entity's request and now Freddy had something in his belly that was obviously not human, but it was alive and growing. He would have liked to examine it, but the burned man was very slippery about this and would not let the Doctor observe it. Two days had passed since the mating and it was the same Entity that spoke to both of them. Freddy was pregnant with his offspring and would have to remain in the Doctor's institute for fifty-three days, which is the length of the child's gestation. Freddy felt as if the world had collapsed under his feet. He wanted to run away, he wanted to hurt himself and get rid of the thing, but they both stopped him. The Entity was much more ''kind'' within the limits of its intelligence and human understanding. It told him that his requests would be fulfilled, he would not go to rituals in the process but he had to comply and not leave the Institute for any reason. The same for Herman, he also had to comply with certain rules and he had to obey them without any kind of disobedience:

-For no reason could I leave Nightmare alone. He would always have to keep an eye on him, and besides, in his room there must not be anything that could hurt himself. 
-The meals would be given to him personally by the Entity, she had to make sure he ate absolutely everything he had. 
-He will have special baths every three days, with special pustule flowers so that the creature would grow strong from the first moment. 
-The creature feeds on fear and pain, but also on love and hope. Nightmare would give it fear and pain, Herman will have to give it the other no matter what. 
-No one is to tell absolutely none of this, to anyone. If anyone wants to enter, they will be banned immediately. 
-Doctor will be forbidden any kind of medication to Nightmare. Even if he writhes in pain or vomits blood. 
-Doctor will be forbidden to use his cameras at the time of delivery. This occasion will only be between the Entity and Nightmare.

They were both really shocked by the rules. Freddy was stroking his belly and felt almost nothing so far. Herman, while trying to hide it, felt nervous and unable to break the Entity's rules. He was capable of watching him, yes, but the other thing... It was too much humanity for him. How to give him love and hope? What would he have to do for this? What he was sure of at least was that he wouldn't have to be a father and Nightmare wouldn't have to be a mother either...Just an incubator and a sperm donor. 
Freddy gets up from the gurney. His head is spinning and he tries to catch his breath so he doesn't want to vomit. Doctor approaches him and holds him gently in case he collapses. 
-You're not feeling well, are you?
-I don't... I don't know what this is...
-Shall I help you to a bathroom?
Freddy barely nods his head. Doctor takes him and walks him to the nearest bathroom. The smaller man looks into the toilet bowl and feels his gastric juices rise up into his throat. Everything he had inside his stomach came out through his mouth. Herman didn't mind standing next to him watching his partner expel everything he had in his stomach, he was never one to be disgusted by such things. Seeing him so weak gave him a strange feeling, but it wasn't unpleasant. He found it curious that he was starting out with symptoms of a human pregnancy. Symptoms of the first few months to be more exact: nausea, exhaustion and dizziness. Certainly, this made him very curious and eager to want to examine him, but...The Entity wasn't very willing to let him examine him and neither was he. Freddy was tearing up as he lay down next to the toilet. He was certainly feeling better, but he was embarrassed that Herman was staring at him in such a deplorable state. 
Being in this situation was not something he liked, he didn't think that after what he did and has done, he was going to have a pussy let alone a thing he didn't know what it was in his belly. The only good thing was that he wouldn't be going to rituals and he felt comfortable in this place. The Doctor and the Entity prepared a special room for him: a very dark room, which barely let any light in and was warm enough for him. A small bed was summoned as well, filled with blankets since Freddy in the real world was much more prone to lowering his temperature and his offspring needed warmth. The room had nothing else to keep him from hurting himself, but Nightmare despite both, was able to cope with reality better than expected. Doctor had to watch him constantly, it didn't bother him either. But he still found it hard to believe that he would have to give him human ''affection''. He had to, otherwise the Entity would punish him severely for not abiding by its rule.

-Are you feeling better? 
Freddy nods his head. He gets up with difficulty and Doctor holds him again. He feels the warmth of his arms and chest. Instinctively he lays his head on his much larger pecs and hugs him. Doctor watches him and caresses his shoulders. He had never been so close to someone outside of wanting to torment him, but this did not bother him. Herman didn't own the contraptions on his face, there was no need to use them if he wasn't in the rituals. Freddy lost strength with the vomit, so Doctor gently carries him to the room designated by the Entity and lays him down covering him. Nightmare falls asleep with the teddy bear Herman had given him and still had. Doctor went to Springwood to get it, as he thought he would surely want it and went with his instinct. Now he always slept with that furry, inanimate thing which gave the Doctor a mixture of amusement and squirminess. The Entity warned the Doctor that Nightmare will surely have mood swings so he urges patience, lots of patience. Herman leaves the room and goes to his office, turning on the camera in Freddy's room to observe him. 
He takes a notebook and one of his pens to write. As best he can, he draws a sketch of Nightmare's body, along with the small lump that formed in her belly on the morning after mating. He was not the best draftsman, but at least he was able to draw human anatomy and proportion as well as the features of Nightmare's body. The Entity forbade him photographs, but not drawing so it was an interesting hobby which he could use again. He remembered that he had many skills, not just torturing, killing and cutting. Chess was one of them...He was also good at reading, drawing and writing. Drawing was a huge potential to read to people, especially children. Herman smiles, he remembered when he drew a picture with blood of a rabbit he killed to try to operate on it. He had forgotten a lot of things and really questioned all the evil he had done in his childhood: killing small animals, not because he liked it, but because it was the best way to study anatomy. What other way could be better than that? Fuck the books, this was the real way to gain knowledge. 
Herman, having finished drawing, begins to write the first details of Freddy's pregnancy, a demon.

*First moment: her body temperature, which is always below 36 degrees, had risen to 39 degrees Celsius. On the second day, his temperature dropped, but his belly continues with a warmth unbecoming of the Demon. 
*Morning sickness and vomiting, being similar to a normal human pregnancy, which diminishes with the passing of the day. 
*Physical exhaustion: A common feature also in human pregnancies, since the body produces more energy to host a new human being (although in this case it is not a human being). 
*It is not yet known how big her belly will be with the pregnancy, this will change as the days go by.

Herman thought about the situation and began to see it more as an investigation than anything else. It's not every day you get a Demon pregnant that technically ceased to exist in the real world. It's also not every day that you biologically see a man turn into a woman so perfectly. She smiled as she remembered Freddy's cool, smooth crotch. A pale, flashy pussy which would be there for fifty-three days. He imagined what it would be like to watch him give birth and an electric shock of anxiety assaulted him. He couldn't let go of his thirst for curiosity and knowledge. Besides, if he had to take care of it, maybe he could profit from this, couldn't he? The Entity didn't forbid him any of that, so he might as well, right? 
The appearance of the Entity brought Herman out of his thoughts. It summoned two huge fruits, which had the appearance of a pineapple, but this one much darker, like the trunk of an old tree. It did not look at all attractive to the Doctor, who looked even with some distaste at these strange fruits. 
-You must give this to Nightmare, make sure he eats this please. 
-Just like that? Shouldn't they be cooked or something? 
-You can split them, so Nightmare can eat them. He'll get a big appetite for this, the descendant will eat for him. He won't be able to eat anything solid besides this. Liquid he can drink anything, even blood. Make sure he doesn't eat anything else. 
-All right majesty. 
The Entity withdraws, leaving the fruits on the desk. The doctor touches them, feeling exactly the same texture of a pineapple, but with more thorns. He walks to the kitchen area of the Institute and takes a knife and cuts the fruits in half. A very sweet smell appears, similar to peach and the inside was a luminescent and striking orange. If it were not because it was for Nightmare, he would have certainly tried a piece to feel its taste, but the Entity does not allow him to eat anything Freddy should eat either and he does not know why. He takes a white porcelain plate and puts the strange fruits on it, along with some paper napkins in case Nightmare gets dirty. He walks to his room and watches him still asleep cuddling his teddy bear. Herman feels a little sorry to wake him up, but he has to do it so he can eat something and fill his stomach, which has been emptied by vomiting. 
-Freddy, wake up. 
The Doctor's voice was soft, with a certain kindness in his words. Freddy listens to his voice and opens his eyes slowly. 
-Mmm?
-Sit down, you must eat something.
-I'm not hungry...
-I'm so sorry, dear. But you must eat this as the Entity sent it to you and... You must eat it all. 
Freddy moves slowly and sits up in bed still hugging the bear, waking up fully. He looks at the plate Herman has in his hands and those fruits that at first glance look like radioactive things. In Freddy's opinion they looked like shit and he didn't want to eat.

-Should I really eat this? What is it? 
-It's some fruit, Freddy. Now please eat all of it, otherwise I'll have to force you by giving you the fruits myself and believe me, I'm not soft about it. 
Freddy takes the plate and looks at those fruits with disgust. Smelling those fruits though, it was such a sweet smell that it was unexpected and he opened his stomach with a little more enthusiasm. He took one half of the fruit and licked it gently just to feel the taste. A sweet taste flooded his mouth, sweet to him obviously. If Freddy could compare the taste to a fruit, it would be similar to a canned Peach. The fruit was luminous and Freddy's tongue lit up orange. His stomach opened so he could eat and he did, eagerly and hungrily. Doctor looked at him with curiosity...He also wanted to taste the fruit. 
-Do you want to try it, Doctor? 
Freddy offered him with kindness, something the Doctor didn't really expect either. In fact, he would never have imagined that out of the cowardly, nervous bastard type, there was someone with a strange kindness and sympathy. He understood how he could do what he did... He did not inspire distrust. 
-No, I can't eat it but thank you. 
Nightmare then continues to devour those fruits as if he hadn't eaten for weeks. The Doctor is struck with excitement that he is eating and that it doesn't produce any nausea at the moment Was it because of the appetite the creature really has? It made sense, this was all for him anyway. Freddy finishes eating the fruits and wipes himself with the napkins the Doctor had brought him. He felt his strength returning, the sugar made his spirits rise slightly and he got up from the bed, leaving the plate on top of it.
-Don't get up so abruptly. You might get dizzy again and I don't want you to throw up in here.
-Thank you for your concern, Doctor...I feel a little better now.
Herman looked at the burned man's belly. His sweater was long and covered his torso completely, reaching down to his thighs and covering his small hands. It made him look more cadaverous and small than he already was, but he didn't look too bad. He had his powers, so he didn't look as deplorable as when the Entity left him with full power reduction. Carter wanted to touch his belly, but the smaller male wouldn't let him.

-Don't look at me... It's uncomfortable. 
-Come on Freddy, I've seen you in worse. Besides, I'm also involved in the creation of that creature. 
Bad choice of words. Freddy's eyes water and he reluctantly sits back down on the bed. 
-This is your fault Doctor! We're in this because .... I don't know! Why did the Entity choose you and I for this!?
Herman is surprised. In all the time they had known each other he had never spoken to him that way and he wouldn't have allowed it, especially not from someone as pathetic as him. But... Deep down Freddy was right. He knows he did this for the favor he asked of the Entity, but he doesn't understand why he chose Nightmare when he had healthier biological women than him. His mood swings were true and he would have to be very patient with him.....
-He thinks you are worthy of bringing his offspring, that speaks very well of you, don't you think so? Even if you are a man, he thinks you are capable of handling this. 
Freddy's crying stopped. He brushed the tears away with his Jersey sleeves and looked at Herman who had a much softer look without his gadgets. 
He felt as if he finally had a little more use in this foul hell. 
-Do you really think so Doctor? 
-Obviously. We were both commissioned on this mission because he thought us capable. I'm not pregnant like you, but I have to look out for you too, and that's not a bad thing. 
-Do you think I'm useful?
-I always felt attracted to you and your power, Nightmare. In you more than in the others that I don't devalue them, but your power is the most attractive to me. Also your physique...

Doctor didn't know what he was saying. Was this how he really felt? Did he always feel this way about Nightmare? What the fuck? How could he feel this way about someone as repulsive as Freddy? He didn't understand. But these words made Nightmare smile and a beam of invisible light illuminate him. He approaches the Doctor subtly and perches on his shoulder like a feline purr. To Carter this was as strange as it was incomprehensible, he felt like he should punch himself in the face to wake up from this bizarre dream, but it was all real. He felt Nightmare's cold skin on his shoulder again and didn't know what to do with it. He wanted to push him away, torture him, hug him...What was he going to do at this moment? What was going to become of him in the future? He couldn't lose his sadistic side under any circumstances, but he would be lying to himself if this didn't make him feel weak. In his real humanity he had never been with anyone this close either, except for sex and now he found himself with a burned and pregnant demon cuddled up to him seeking warmth.

-Are you satisfied with those fruits? 
Freddy nods his head. He turns away from the Doctor and lies back on the bed. The strange tantrum he had just had along with his crying exhausted him. He had no knowledge that having life inside him was so exhausting, being that being already materialized in the real world exhausted him. Freddy settles into the corner of the bed and makes room for the Doctor.
-Could you lie down with me for a while? 
Herman watches him and looks at the bed. It looks comfortable, more comfortable than the stretchers at least and his office chair. 
-...Okay, but it'll only be for a few minutes, okay? 
Freddy nods and Herman takes off his shoes so as not to soil the bed. He lies down on the bed and Freddy barely touches his shoulder with his face, the warmth of the Doctor was getting better and better, at the same time his body scent gave him a strange feeling which blossomed with pregnancy. Herman watched the smaller man settle on her shoulder and close his eyes. His pale, hairless head was much more noticeable next to his dark, burnt shoulders. He then manages to hear a very subtle low but soft and irregular breathing which every so often was returning to normal. Herman noticing that he had indeed fallen asleep, decided to get out of bed and cover him with the blankets gently, he had to stay warm. That was another annoying detail for Doctor: the warmth of the room, really different from the snowy cold of the place. The burned man looked more like a reptile than a person, only one tail was missing because he already had almost scaly skin and no ability to generate body heat. Herman looks at Freddy back to sleep and gently strokes his head giving him labored breathing, but back to his usual sleepy rhythm. Doctor is confused because he has too many thoughts and desires which he knows their meaning, but does not understand why he feels them. Especially...Will these feelings continue after this pregnancy? He feels that right now although in a conditioned way, he had a purpose more than just making survivors scream...Just like Nightmare.

Nightmare wakes up and does not know exactly how long he slept. He only sees that he was alone and his belly felt a little more swollen than before he fell asleep. According to the Entity, his pregnancy would last fifty-three days so it would progress much faster than a human pregnancy. For every hour that passed, whatever was in her belly would increase in size and would also have physical changes. She sits on the gurney and feels a larger swelling in her belly, she gently touches herself and sure enough, her little bump had grown. Not so much as to be noticeable with his sweater on, but enough to make him feel a little more uncomfortable. He regained his senses and began to feel the need to eliminate human waste, so he awkwardly got up and left the room. The change in temperature chilled her scarred skin and a cold current ran down her slim, bare thighs. The cold made her urge to urinate increase so she seeks the nearest bathroom in the room. She is thankful that the Institute is mostly bathrooms and finds one that is relatively clean. 
He reaches a urinal and uncovers his sweater belly, but... He remembers that he doesn't have a penis so the urinal wouldn't work for this. He had to learn how to do it like a woman. Sitting, right? Shit...Freddy sighs and shifts looking for a relatively clean toilet. He sits on it and the cold makes him grunt. It felt so warm in his room that the change in temperature caused him to shiver. It felt strange to pee this way, he missed doing it without touching anything. 
-I see you're busy, huh?
Nightmare looks up and the Doctor was looking at him through the door. 
He gets nervous and wants to cover himself with his arms. This was too embarrassing for him. 
-Yes...I'm busy...Could you leave?...I want to pee in peace.
-I'm sorry, the Entity asked me to keep an eye on you. I can't leave you alone. 
-Then... -Could you look away? It's strange to do that and you're looking at me. 
Doctor smiles with a mischievous face. He folds his arms and looks more fixedly at the small man sitting on the toilet. This made him get more embarrassed and cover his legs with the sweater. 
-Come on...Do it, ignore that I'm here.
Freddy ducks his head and bites his lips. He knows the Doctor won't leave here, so his only option is to finish the job. A sound of running water echoed off the cold walls of the bathroom and Freddy was able to completely empty his bladder, much to his embarrassment and discomfort, while Herman watched him with a strange smile on his face. It seemed to him that his anatomy was incredible, good enough to be able to do it as a woman, so his physical anatomy had completely changed. He wished to investigate further...He wished to examine better. He also wished to get a better look at her growing belly, but with that crappy sweater it was hard to see the evolution.

Freddy finishes and uses some water to wash his crotch. His feet were cold from the floor and the icy water made him moan softly. Herman could barely see his skinny little butt with the sweater that was quite baggy on him. He wasn't sure if Freddy was going to have any more changes besides mood swings and the growth of that thing inside him. He thought about having it drug him to sleep, deeply and check him out...Not in a painful or invasive way, but at least that would give him the freedom to get a good look at the creature, see his physical changes and his private parts have changed. All this makes him excited, if he was able to give her the affection that Nightmare needed, he could afford that little luxury, couldn't he? 
-You need to go back to the room, Nightmare.
Freddy looks at the larger man, approaches him and places both hands on his chest. 
-And what are you going to do? 
-I have to go to the office to study something. Do you need anything? 
-Could you stay with me for a while? 
Doctor strangely felt nervous. Not that anyone exactly enjoyed his company and that was what he enjoyed. His days of tormenting were over for the moment and this was Freddy's fault...Also his own for agreeing to this deal in exchange for torturing him for two more days. It's strange for him and that makes him feel uncomfortable, but at the same time a little desired...More than before even. 
-Not for now, I have to do and you should stay warm in your bed. Doctor noticed another kind of look on him. A look he didn't have before, something akin to melancholy as he listened to his answer.Was this reason for that thing he had? They were both killers after all and both had to be ruthless but...Right now Herman didn't possess that desire, surely Nightmare didn't either.

-Well...
Doctor carries Freddy back to his room, where he lays him back down and covers him. Since when was he being so kind and concerned?
-Doctor... How long have I been sleeping? 
-Approximately 4 to 5 hours per nap. How do you feel? 
-Very exhausted...At least I haven't been nauseous so far but...I feel a little strange. 
-No wonder. You're creating life inside you. 
-The Entity has forbidden me to eat anything that he doesn't give me, right?  I'm horribly hungry. 
-Most likely he left me something to serve you. I'll go see if that's available.
-I can go...
-No. Stay here, the Entity said you should stay warm. 
Freddy lets out a grunt of assent. His blue eyes in disrepair looked into the Doctor's luminous eyes and he couldn't help but feel a shiver run through his body. This process had made him much more docile and he was willing to obey him. Herman walked out of the room to his office, where there was a white ceramic plate and on it, there was this time something different from the fruits he had eaten. They were chunks of flesh, as if they were burnt on the outside and still raw on the inside...They definitely looked much worse than the fruits the Entity had brought him. 
-What the fuck is this? 
-It's food for the incubator. You must make sure it eats everything...Don't question.
-I don't question but... Is it human flesh? 
-That's none of your concern, Doctor. You just give him what I give him. It will eat anyway, my offspring will want it. 
-But... Won't it affect his health? 
-It shouldn't. Everything he'll eat will be passed on to the baby, so he won't have any problems with it. Go give it to him and you'd better not give him anything else besides this. Do you understand? 
-Yes...
The Doctor was no one to disobey. He took the plate and walked with it to the room where Freddy was, who was ravenously hungry. 
-Nightmare... You must eat this.

The smell of meat flooded the Demon's sensitive nose. His stomach growled and he grabbed the plate, clutching the meat in his hand... He devoured the chunks of meat as if he hadn't eaten for weeks. The warm blood from the meat ran down his chin, much to the bad taste of Herman who had no tolerance for bad manners. But...He was glad he didn't have a problem with his meals. Freddy wasn't such a beastly eater either, at least with Doctor he was trying to keep basic manners, but that thing was really influencing those primitive behaviors. When he finished eating, Nightmare felt satisfied. The meat tasted so delicious to him that he wanted to keep eating. He hadn't realized how he had eaten or even what it was he had eaten, but he felt energetic with those pieces. He looked at his hands and a pink liquid covered his burnt fingers. The ecstasy he felt eating this feast, was similar to that of an orgasm. He even felt the bulge in his belly twitch, but he's not sure if it was a psychological sensation or if it really happened. Now all he wants to do is wash his hands and face. 
-How did you like it? 
-Similar to the meals you make, Doctor...Very delicious. 
-I'm glad... -Good, now I must go bathe you. 
Freddy looks at the Doctor intently. Bathe him? He remembered the last time he gave him a bath and honestly it wasn't a bad thing. He was gentle and complied with bathing him in a tub of warm water. But she didn't want him to see her belly, it made him uncomfortable. 
-No...I can do it alone.
Herman positioned himself in front of the Demon. His gaze was serious, but gentle and he wasn't about to change his mind. 
-You have to do it. And I'll help you with that step, the Entity will slaughter us both if anything happens to you while you're bathing.
-I can move, Doctor...Besides, it's embarrassing for you to see me naked. 
-I promise not to touch your tenant, okay? But I have to watch out for your safety and that thing's, at least until the day of the birth.

Freddy reluctantly, ends up accepting. At least he was at the Doctor's side and he was taking good care of him, so he feels strangely happy. Herman prepares the tub with hot water and the strange pustule flowers the Entity gave him, which he is to throw into the warm water and Nightmare is to bathe with them. According to the Entity it would bring more strength to the strange thing and well... Both were simply to follow orders. Freddy undresses and it is observed that he has a vagina, he still can not fully assimilate that he has this change. The Doctor takes a closer look at her body: He notices that while he is still as cadaverous as ever, his thighs are a little thicker as are his hips. Her ass also looked a little bigger and emphasized her slim silhouette more, giving her an interesting appeal. She also felt that her burns had faded a bit Was that so or was it the Doctor's perception? Whether he had burns or not, it didn't affect the growth of that thing according to him so he shouldn't have any changes regarding that. Look at the Demon's belly and it just had a little bump that looked funny but cute. Herman wanted to touch it, maybe it was hard but he didn't want to scare Freddy and have an accident...He knew he would get a better look at his pregnant belly soon. 

Freddy close to retching, decided to lie down better in the tub and laid his body down so that the warm water covered his skin. His hairless head sank along with his face, just enough of his nose was on the outside so that he could continue to breathe. She felt like she was floating and her belly, which felt hard, had relaxed as well. 
Herman looked beside he at her slender, vulnerable body, her inviting pussy in the water next to her slender legs and her waist becoming more distinct by the size of her enlarged hips. He wanted to fuck he, but he wasn't sure if this was right...The Entity didn't tell him anything regarding that but...Could he try to do otherwise? 
No. He couldn't, not until the Entity confirmed to him that there would be no danger if he played with him. But...When would the time be right? Maybe even when the weeks passed as in human pregnancies, since until three months there would always be an increased risk of loss and then it could be riskier things, right? She could only wait. 
The flowers in the tub, which were in bloom, slowly began to wilt. So does the water send the nutrients from the flowers into Nightmare's body? He didn't know what exactly it was for, but the demon lay placidly in the tub as the water slowly cooled. She decided to wake him gently, not wanting him to get sick if he was in the water too long.
-Freddy, you need to get out of there, you might get sick. 
-This...He felt much better than I expected Doctor. 
The Doctor gives him a soft smile. He felt strangely calm at this moment, as if his desire to torture and make people suffer had evaporated. Not that the Entity had allowed him anything, but he simply didn't feel adrenaline-filled thinking from the drugs and the electricity he constantly used. He was brought back to his former moments, which were almost buried by piles of corpses that he used as he pleased. Where he remained a human being, where he was not yet a criminal, where his obsession was simply the human psyche and he did not lose his sanity because of a thirst for ambition which he was never able to quench. He helped Nightmare to get up from the tub without slipping and gives him a towel to cover himself with and they return to the room which was much warmer.

-Could you sleep with me, Doctor? 
The request was made gently and somewhat shyly. Herman had no problem with this, it was just lying down with him and further cuddling him. Perhaps he felt more relaxed with him and understood, he might be more sensitive at this time. Freddy puts on his sweater and lies down on the bed giving him room for the bigger man to lie down with him. The Doctor takes off his shoes and lies down next to him trying to reduce his electricity as much as possible. Freddy doesn't understand his change of character either...Now he felt better and better next to her, her scent of expensive perfume calming him down. She lay on her side and rested her head on his shoulder, also hugging the teddy bear that also had her scent. Due to the relaxation he had from the bath, his muscles were flabby and his belly more comfortable. He fell asleep quickly in a quiet sequence of almost imperceptible breaths. Herman watched him fall asleep, stroked his head gently and seeing that he was fast asleep he got up and went to his office, but not before settling him down and he clutched his teddy even tighter. He hated his change, he hated this humanity, but he loved it at the same time.

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The days were passing and it had become a pleasant routine for both parties. Freddy's belly was growing and Herman had no problem taking care of him. But...he was only basing it on sleeping, warming him up and giving him his captivating scent so he could sleep better. Freddy loved these details, but little by little they were not enough, but he was not able to tell the Doctor what he wanted. His feelings, mixed by the pregnancy, wanted more caresses, more closeness and more lewd scenes. The Doctor had been wanting it for some time, but he wasn't sure if he could do it...Not until the Entity told him he could. 
-You must do your part, Doctor. He wants you to get closer, I don't think that's such a hard thing for you to do, do you?
-You know what I want too, Entity. Can I do it?
-You're quite the pervert, after all. You can do it, as long as you play your part properly. Do a good job and please him until I have my offspring. 
Doctor smiles. If the Entity would let him, he could play a little with the pregnant patient without the risk of that thing getting into trouble. 
Nightmare despite the days, still felt strange. He looked at his bulging belly between the broken mirrors, he felt like his body was fat and he wasn't used to that. He was naked looking at himself, when without realizing it, the Doctor appeared behind him. 
-I see you're still not used to your new anatomy, huh?
Freddy shudders at this. He never thought the Doctor would catch him looking at himself like this, he swallows saliva and tries to cover himself.
-I was just looking... Yes, I have changed. 
-Mmm? But I've told you not to come alone, you might trip if the floor is slippery. And you've obviously changed Freddy, you've got a funny belly and your legs look thicker. 
-Don't look at my belly... It's a bit uncomfortable. 
Doctor lets out a subtle laugh. Her thighs and hips looked juicier and flashier with those pink burns. 
-There's nothing to worry about. I can get used to that, you're the one who gets nervous about it. Besides, taking advantage of your nakedness...I could examine you better What do you say?
Freddy looks up, not too keen on accessing something that might affect him, especially the thing he has in storage. 
-I don't think the Entity would like it....
-Don't worry, I'll be very gentle and believe me I wouldn't want the Entity to punish me either. 
-What are you going to do?

The Doctor approaches her body and holds it gently. He makes them both look in the mirror.
-Do you like the look of your new between the legs? I'm not surprised.
-What are you doing...?
The Doctor holds the smaller man's neck and with his hand goes to the vertical slit. He gently spreads her labia apart, with one finger he caresses her slightly moistened clitoris causing the Demon to start grunting. 
-Do you like the sensation? I must assume you've touched yourself several times around here because you like it. 
-Don't...
-Don't lie, dear. This area is very sensitive and it feels good to stimulate it...You think I didn't know you were doing it? 
-You've been spying on me?! 
-No, but it's obvious you have. Your face gives you away and so does your voice. 
-No, Doctor... -This is strange. 
-Oh come on, you enjoy it. 
Freddy felt the warm fingers gently stimulating his area, but it was getting faster. The reflection of both of them while embarrassing, didn't look bad at all. But the smaller man's nakedness was making him shiver and he also began to feel the urge to urinate. 
-Stop... let me out. 
-Is something wrong with your tenant? 
-No... 
It was also embarrassing for the Demon to tell her. His burned legs were trembling, his heart was beating desperately but he wanted to stay close to the Doctor's warm body. But his desire to empty his bladder was greater. 
-I want... I want to go to the bathroom Doctor, let me go. 
-Really? Do you feel the urge to urinate? 
The Doctor grabbed his shoulders more roughly and pulls him closer to the broken mirror. 
-Do it here, in front of the mirror. 
The more burned man looks at his reflection in panic. Herman was adamant that his smile was far from changing his mind. Freddy even wanted to believe that the Doctor was joking, but he quickly got rid of this idea. His face became tearful and embarrassed by the situation. He wasn't capable of fighting, the Entity told him he couldn't exert force, but Herman could... He had to if he refused to cooperate in anything and if Herman didn't want to do something, the Entity would punish him. 
-Are you sick? I can't pee on the floor...
-Don't worry about the floor, I can clean that up later. I want you to look at yourself while you do it.
-Don't do this... -You're a twisted Doctor.
-This is science, dear Nightmare. I want to see how your urinary system works much better, and so do you. Don't you want to learn about your opposite sex? You have to learn about everything in this life.

The Doctor was not going to give in and the urge to want to empty his bladder was so strong that he would not be able to hold on for long. He purses his lips, he doesn't want to do it but he has no choice.
Herman making a perfect motion, with his hand he puts pressure on the slightly lower area of his belly, right where his bladder is. The Demon moans, for his impulse and for his tenant.
-Now do you feel desire? Don't worry about your belly thing, I'm putting pressure on your bladder.
-I'll get my legs dirty.....
-There's hot water, plus you're due for your bath. Go on, do it and expel everything.
A stronger pressure made by the Doctor, made Freddy close his eyes and he bites his lips until they bleed. A warm liquid runs down his legs making a watery sound towards the ceramic. Piss of a light golden color fell towards the floor and Herman stares at this act. The demon trembles as he does so, he feels his feet getting wet but the pressure he felt is fading until he feels empty. His eyes watered, but Herman was ecstatic at the memory and the image he saw. A biological male having a female reproductive system and a female urinary system was not an everyday occurrence. He could feel that in part his curiosity was completed, but not his perversion that he had long kept hidden. Freddy's pussy was still attractive and he could play with it a lot. He wished to introduce his tongue into that cavity soon.
-Fascinating. See, it was no big deal and I didn't do anything bad to you either.
Freddy didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see the Doctor's face or see his body wet from his own natural fluid. He had enough when he used to jerk off in the old days and dirty his clothes or clothes which he should never have had within his reach. Herman laughs, he doesn't think it's such a big deal to pee on the floor and for him to have seen it. It was just curiosity, but a rather unusual curiosity as the Doctor's dark cock had begun to throb with this.

-Now, as your legs have become dirty, it is time to take a bath with warm water and the pustule flowers. You'll smell great and feel clean again. 
Freddy didn't want to see the Doctor after this. All he wanted to do was go from the bath to his bed, but his urine wet thighs needed cleaning so the bath sounded tempting. Her burns didn't hurt so much anymore with the cold and she didn't know if it was because of her tenant or not, but in a way she was grateful for it. They both walked to another bathroom where the tubs were and he began to add warm water with the flowers in it. The Demon's naked body was cold, Doctor wanted to warm his body...The miniature Entity had to stay warm, so he filled the water enough for the smaller man to submerge himself. This time he would participate a little more in his bath.
-Ready, you can go in. The water is perfect for you.
Nightmare seeing the warm water, quickly sinks into the water, his skin colored with the temperature of the water and he had already gotten used to the nauseating smell of these flowers. The Doctor this time, would take advantage of the water the moment and caress her legs. Freddy felt this pleasant, the Doctor's warm hands kindled something in him that he hadn't quite had before. It felt good, Herman knew it and enjoyed it too. He felt his between his legs hard, he had been wanting to do this for days. At first it might be unthinkable, but it was becoming more and more desirable to touch. The Demon's rough, moist skin made the doctor's neck tingle, plus seeing his counterpart enjoying it too made him not hold out any longer. Freddy heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a dark cock peeked close to his face. It burned and throbbed wanting some affection after days of desire and lust. 
-Lick it, I know you want it too. 
The Demon's changing hormones also gave him more intense sensations: enhanced sense of smell, taste and a much more sensitive skin with a sexual appetite that he tried as best he could to hide, but like the Doctor, he didn't know if it was right to do so...Or if Herman wanted to do anything. 
He settled in as best he could and held his penis with both hands moist and warm from the water. The Doctor's natural scent aroused the Demon, his thin, cool tongue spread across the entire lower thickness and up towards the glans eliciting gasping breaths from the Doctor. With his huge hand he thrust the Demon's head forward to take his entire cock into his mouth. Gagging erupted from the pregnant man, but it was much more pleasurable.

-Shit...This feels so good, do it faster. 
The Doctor's cock was mixing with the cold saliva along with his cheeks full of rough reliefs, the warm steam of the water and the wetness of the water; the thickness was still too much for
 Freddy but as he could he increased his pace and tried to get that huge cylinder inside his throat. If the position had been more comfortable, Herman would have jerked the man off too but he could do that later...Now his mind was blank watching Nightmare suck him off with speed and desire. 
Electricity was coming off the Doctor's body, but he had to control it because of the water in the tub and on the burned man's body, the Entity would never forgive him if anything happened to his offspring. He bit his lips and if it had been up to him, he would have taken the light body of the Nightmare and fucked it in his arms but he didn't want to be so rough either. He held her head tightly to his cock and bobbed his head as he had the sensation of cumming. Freddy was sobbing underneath him but he wasn't had a say at this point. A grunt from the Doctor along with a spurt of cum shot out making the Demon's mouth fill with the thick, forceful liquid. He swallowed it obediently and shuddered trying to catch his breath. The water in the bathtub was almost cold so it was best if he went back to his room. 
-Well, it's been fun, hasn't it? You're clean now, so you can sleep more comfortably. Is that okay? 
-What will you do?
-I'll be in my office.
-Well...
Herman dried Freddy off and helped him get dressed. The room was still dark, warm and comfortable for him. The Doctor because of that warmth didn't like being in there too long. He hated the heat, but that thing needed that temperature to keep it safe. He was thankful he wasn't the pregnant one in that sense, besides he wouldn't have held the urge to open his belly and check that thing out. Freddy in that sense was much more delicate and still wonders why the Entity chose him as the incubator and not a female killer. He never answered that question, maybe someday he will.

Freddy is left lying on his bed with his teddy bear and the Doctor retreats to his office with the huge leather chair and sits down to write down the physical and mental changes, now both his and his pet's. Both had changed and there was no doubt about it. Both had changed and of that there was no doubt: Both had become more ''affectionate'' within the meaning of the word and also Herman was feeling much hornier, craving sex much more than before. Now it was not the cavity he would have wished for but it served him well to release the accumulated cum-filled balls he had. Also to get closer to the Demon as the Entity asked him to, both a win-win in this case. 
As he was working on his notes, he hears footsteps approaching the office. She thinks maybe she misheard, but she didn't. He looks up and it was Freddy coming out of his room to his office. He had the teddy bear in his hand and a look...Herman couldn't describe that look, but it was as if he wanted something and wasn't able to ask for it. 
-What are you doing here? You should stay in your room because it's cold. 
-Yes, but... I wanted to stay here for a while. -Can I? 
-Mmm...If you tell me what you want, it would be easier, don't you think? 
The Demon walks up behind the Doctor and hugs him from behind gently. Herman sighs but doesn't avoid it. He doesn't feel bad about this, before maybe he did...But now he just accepts it and even welcomes them. 
-Come, if you want to sit here. 
The Doctor takes the slim body of Nightmare and sits him on his lap, giving him a space. He was small so he could sit perfectly and he was still very light so he would have no problem with him staying with him. It reminded him of when he slept peacefully in her lap when she bathed him with ice water and they fucked in the shower...It was nice and comforting. Freddy settles in and snuggles into the chest next to the Doctor's neck, he smells her scent of expensive perfume. This scent calmed him, he felt he could sleep better with it. The Doctor feels the burned man's raspy lips and they tickle him, he laughs in a subtle way. He hugs him as best he can and listens to the subtle breathing of the smaller man who had fallen asleep next to him. 

He took advantage of the moment and gently caressed her belly. He had a small bulge, which felt with a slight hardness but the tenant was there...warm. The caress made Freddy grunt in his sleep, but he returned to his natural rhythm soon after. The Doctor felt calm next to him, it was like having a pregnant reptile seeking constant body heat. Her tongue was similar so it was very similar, not to mention Herman's instinct that her belly possessed an egg given the hardness of her area. It was also too small, he wanted to be able to examine it better but can't do that. Now she just had to settle for superficial caresses as long as Freddy was asleep. He looked so peaceful next to her...Every day that passed she enjoyed his company more and felt happy with him. Something unusual for her character from before, always looking for fear and desperation. But this was not the case, she didn't know if it was because of Freddy her thing or not, but deep down she wished this feeling would always be there.....
But he knew it wouldn't last forever, so he had to take advantage of it. 
He takes Freddy's sleeping body and carries him up to his room and lays him down on the bed. The Doctor felt that every day he slept more deeply, more than looking for him when he wanted some affection, to eat, to go to the bathroom or to the showers. It was noticeable that the parasite was taking a lot of his energy and he needed to sleep to make up for it. 
Freddy was still asleep and had no underwear on, his folds were noticeable and his slender legs exposed to their view. It wasn't something Herman was going to waste. 
He settled into a sitting position on the bed, his eyes staring down at the Demon's pale vagina. Only a few pink burns stood out from the area. She touched the lower lips gently, there was quite a bit of discharge. He didn't know if it was normal, surely if it was because of the physical change he was developing. Freddy did not wake up to this, so he decided to go further. With his fingers he fiddled with the area until it was almost completely moistened. He could only hear a few snorts from the sleeping man, but he didn't wake up to this and truthfully Herman didn't care if he woke up. He had been wanting to do it again with him for a long time, better yet knowing that nothing was going to happen to the parasite. He reaches down to the small clitoris and plays with it, licking it and feeling the taste of fertility.It didn't taste bad, maybe an almost imperceptible taste of blood but nothing that would stop the Doctor from continuing. Her pussy was still very cold, it felt as good as the first time...lift the burnt man's sweater higher and her belly looked nice in the position it was in, promiment and hard. The tongue entered through the cavity quite easily, it was much more dilated than the first time and caressed every millimeter of the moist walls. Freddy's feet began to move, so did his body...He was waking up.
-Doctor... What are you...?
Herman didn't answer. He just kept licking and biting gently at the sensitive areas, making Freddy moan and gasp in ecstatic, exhausted tones. The Doctor loved this feeling of control and pleasure, that he too was having a good time. He pulls away and pulls down his pants, holding his very hard cock, this was the orifice he had long desired. 
-Don't do it Doctor...My belly.....
-It'll be fine. You look cute with your pregnant belly, you'll look better as long as my cock is inside you.
-No...
He was able to enter more easily than before, her vagina was covered with cold discharge, much more than the first time and the friction was very easy to perform. He still couldn't get his member all the way in, but it felt much better. The rapid onslaughts and the little reaction from the burned man due to exhaustion, made the Doctor much hotter. He held the sweater up to his chest only to see the burned man's protruding belly to his embarrassment, which promptly turned to pleasure, he also wanted to have sex with him, though he was unable to say or confirm it. He grabbed the smaller man's waist and rammed rapidly, eliciting quick, steady gasps from both of them. He wanted to cum, this pleasure he's had since the moment he fucked him the first time with a pussy he'd never had before. He gasps and withdraws his cock to fill Nightmare's bulging belly brimming with cum. Freddy's face of pleasure was a wonderful bonus and satisfied the Doctor's inner heart. He had never found pregnant bellies attractive, but the sight of this pale little thing was mildly appealing to Herman. He cleans his belly and Nightmare again collapses from exhaustion, the Doctor hugs him and the burnt demon falls asleep cuddled up next to him. It was something that was becoming a better and better habit for both of them, surely the Entity was going to be pleased as they both fulfilled their roles...That offspring was to grow up healthy.

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The day of the birth was approaching and by this time, Freddy was not eating and there were no baths to be given. He was just sound asleep in his bed, more like a corpse than anything else, and this worried the Doctor to some extent. While he could not die, he was concerned about the amount of sleep he possessed and the silence there was. He was much more at his side than when he was conscious, hugging him and caressing his belly now much more protruding than before. Also as he settled his body, his chest was wet and upon checking it, it had had the ability to produce milk. Would this thing need milk? 
The Doctor tasted a drop of milk. It was very sweet, he never thought breast milk could be so sweet...As if it had sugar in it and well, while the Demon slept, it drank milk directly from its body. Doing these things cleared him of some of the inner worry he possessed. He drank his milk, ejaculated on his small breasts that had formed and fucked him a few times. Freddy only grunted or aroused barely, but never reacted fully to Herman's perversions of him. Further he would cling to him to cuddle him and smell his scent or hug his teddy bear, but that was about it. 
''No. He doesn't need milk, besides Nightmare expends a lot of energy because the egg inside is tearing his insides apart, so by regenerating his wounds immediately, it expends energy and makes him sleep a lot. ''
The Doctor now understands why he sleeps so much and why the Entity chose Nightmare as his incubator. Her demonic and wound regeneration abilities were the fastest of all, perhaps the delivery was going to be so painful that not just anyone could handle it. This deep down worried and shrunk Herman's electrified heart. He didn't want Freddy to suffer for this, the Entity doesn't understand the change in Doctor Herman Carter, the most psychopathic killer he had on his property. Now he truly cared about The Nightmare and not only that, he had fallen in love with him, truly in love and wanted them to be together, even if he never said anything...The Entity read his heart and his thoughts. 
Herman Carter had failed and he didn't know it, he didn't know anything.

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The day of delivery had arrived. The Doctor arranged everything as the Entity had requested. Cameras were forbidden so the only thing to do was to wait. Freddy after 3 full weeks almost in a coma, wakes up from a deep pain in the area. 
It's time, Nightmare. It's time for you to give me my offspring. 
Herman enters Freddy's body on the stretcher, he was trembling and crying with fear. Blood was dripping from between his legs, like the blood of a human birth, and the Doctor felt nervous. 
The Entity kicked him out of the room. Herman could only stand outside, waiting and pacing back and forth like a real father worrying about the birth of his child and praying that all would go well. I couldn't remember the last time I was afraid, genuinely afraid of losing someone I loved...I don't think I had ever felt it before. At most, fear of losing his career when he was on a farm. Herman's heart skipped a beat when he heard screaming. The same screams his patients gave as he performed lobotomies on them or removed some human parts. Horrifying, heart-rending screams were coming from Nightmare, he had never heard him scream like this before.

PLEASE STOP THIS! ENTITY, I BEG YOU, I BEG YOU!

Nothing. The screams continued...The Doctor's electricity coursed through his body and while he would have enjoyed them before, now he felt sadness, fear, a desire to go into that fucking room and ask what the fuck was going on. What the fuck was Freddy giving birth to for this ordeal? 
Thoughts run through the Doctor's mind. He feels guilt for the first time, he dragged his pet into this shit just for his ambition. He knows all the bad things Nightmare has done, but for the first time he feels that he doesn't deserve all this. That he doesn't deserve the suffering he's getting....
A radical change in the Doctor's nature.
Freddy's agony lasted approximately two hours. Or so calculated the Doctor, who continued to pace back and forth in despair. He might have been able to help...speed things up, he didn't know. But the Entity denied him entry and he couldn't see through the cameras either, otherwise the Entity would know. 
The screams were silenced. He didn't know if it was because it was all over or because Freddy was hoarse from screaming so much. The Entity appeared in front of the Doctor, who had a look of concern and nervousness.

Everything is over. My offspring is born and healthy. Now you can go in and worry about that idiot, he's no longer of any use to me. 
Herman opens the doors to the room where Freddy was and if it wasn't for his brown skin he would have turned pale. The whole room and especially Nightmare's gurney full of blood and chunks of flesh like that of a butcher shop. Not even when he dismembered patients did he see so much blood. His feeling of guilt worsened and he felt like cement blocks falling down his shoulders. He approaches Freddy's gurney, who was paler than ever and his eyes were vacant, as if he were catatonic. His tear-covered, unlit eyes caused Herman for the first time, tears to run down his eyes. His pet didn't deserve this, didn't deserve so much suffering and agony, even if he couldn't die. 
Freddy turns his head and looks at the Doctor. From one second to the next, he clings to his neck in a hug, he trembles...He was cold and miserable. 
-Herman...
This was the only thing he could say in a whisper. His body finally collapses and falls limp to the stretcher. Herman bows his head and strokes his cold bony hand, he never thought he would feel this degree of sadness, much less in someone like Nightmare, but he felt it and it hurt. The Entity watched the spectacle of the two. 
-The egg has hatched well. I congratulate you both, you have carried out my order to the letter. 
-Why did this happen? What did you do to it?
-Me? -I didn't do anything to it. The egg completely shattered his insides as it requires pain and blood to hatch. That's why he was the fittest, the others would die or require weeks of recovery, but Nightmare with three days will be ready. 
-Damn shit... He...
-He? This is all your fault Doctor. Everything you've done is because of your ambition and now you're here. 
-What are you talking about?
Herman falls silent. A huge paw pierces his chest and makes him vomit blood. Then his right arm is ripped off with a single movement. He doesn't understand and falls to his knees on the ground.

-You think that everything you've done and loved wouldn't have consequences? You and Nightmare are just my puppets and my servants. Bringing me my offspring was the least you had to do. Look at you, Herman Carter. How low you have fallen, you have fallen in love with the man you swore to torture and mentally break. 
The Doctor's eyes began to cloud over. All his blood was leaving his body, realizing that everything he had done since the Entity asked him to experiment on Freddy was for this purpose. The Entity, however, did not count on the birth of this love between two scumbags and had to eliminate it completely.  
-I'll give you one last reminder, Doctor. You are the psychopathic scum who has no feelings. The only thing you deserve is suffering and eternal punishment, in my kingdom there is no happiness. You both deserve to live in misery and now, you will receive your punishment for breaking my rules. 
-No...Freddy....
Herman falls to the ground. His body is sucked by the Entity and in his last light, he could see Freddy's inert body on the stretcher, he knew these feelings were wrong, but he never thought of their consequences. 
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The Doctor wakes up. He doesn't do it in his institute, or in some ritual. He just woke up. In the same dark and miserable forest as the first time when he came to this place. He looks at his body, it is not in pain, nor is it broken. The misty forest wind blows across his burned skin covered in wires. He doesn't understand anything about everything that has happened and wishes he could go back to the Institute to treat Freddy's wounds, even if he were a demon. He doesn't know how long he has walked for, but it is as if the forest has no end. He sits on a log and looks up at the cloudy sky, searching for something but doesn't know what it is. 
He feels a presence in that place. He looks to the left and in the distance sees a silhouette walking. Because of the haze he can't make out what it is. It is not until he gets close enough that he notices it is someone of small stature with a hat on and a red and black wool sweater. Herman stands up, thinking that he had been cured and had actually been unconscious for days. He approaches the man in the hat, but notices him differently. He notices him serious, with many questions, but when he looks at him he has a much more hostile face. 
-Freddy... You are well, you are cured. 
The man looks at him with a questioning look. His eyes in a bad state looked into the Doctor's luminous eyes and he readied his clawed glove, ready to attack....
-And who the hell are you? How do you know my name? 
Herman feels this answer like a bucket of boiling water in his body.
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.
.
.
This was his punishment.