I'm Dating Freddy Krueger Options

[Ash]

No, no I haven't gone insane and believe that I'm actually dating the infamous dream demon. I went looking in the romance section of Nightmare on Elm Street again and found this... just this.

Also, probably don't eat and read this at the same time, unless my comments seriously distract from the story. Trust me. Learned that the hard way.

Me in Green
My friend Bill in Blue
...Atrocity in White


Note: I do not own or have permission to exhibit the characters or franchise mentioned for person credit, or financial gain. I only use these characters in a purely fictional non-profiting use. Therefore I am not under any persecution by international trademark copy right laws, as they are on the day of May 18, 2010.

Most detailed "do not own" thing EVER.

Warning: This is a yaoi fic if you do not like yaoi don't bother reading.

I already read through your five pages of copy write bull, it's too late to turn back now.

I'm Dating Freddy Krueger

Okay guys, here we go. Remember what I said about eating.

Dream 1 (Freddy Krueger And New… Victim?)

John Nates had just turned eighteen that day on the sixth hour of the sixth day of the fifth month (since his mother born him prematurely).

Wow, get it guys?! It would have been 666 but he was born too early! God I cant stop laughing!
(Get it? 666? lol jk he was born early. This isn't relevant at all, I just thought it was funny!)

He had just finished taking out the trash to the curb as he rubbed a newly made bruise on his face. Looking back he dared not go back inside quite yet,

Enjoy this comma, it's one of, like, five in here.

he had just finished placing the trash bag into the trash can and was sitting on top of it waiting for the yelling inside to stop. His mother had just finished drinking his dad's beer and he was pissed.

That IS a party foul, isn't it? You don't just take someone else's beer!

Every time they fought they got mad and when they got mad… he paid for it, ever since dad moved into the slums of Michigan after losing his job he resolved to live life as a bum of government aid funds. Drinking everyday and making John's life unbearable, he was forced to drop out of high school to 'help' bring in some money by working four jobs during the week.

This kid can somehow get FOUR jobs and I cant even land ONE? Bullshit.
If the kid can get four jobs, I'm sure the dad could get at least one new job...

The weekends he was told to do the housework which he was told he had no say in what so ever. His money was arranged his mother to be deposited at a joint bank account which was gone before he had a chance to save just a little.

He's a legal adult, works four jobs... doesn't have his own bank account?

Eventually John gave up since it was clear he wasn't moving out with a single penny to his name, he only hoped that he could get a friend to help him except… he had none.

Live on the streets? Go to a shelter? Live on your aunt's couch?
Forever alone

It was rumored quite accurate sadly that John liked 'checking out' the football players that led to beatings and exclusion at most from any social interaction. John thanked God every day that his dad never found out he was gay or… he might not wake up the day after.

I'm not even going to point out the lack of commas since it's pointless, but if life is so bad THEN FUCKING LEAVE!

The sun had already set then and he felt a little chill looking over his shoulder after hearing a heavy sway behind him he looked to see a coming breeze move tree branch of a dead tree behind him.

Just TRY and count all the spelling and grammar errors. It can't be done.

In the dull light of a half bent lamppost he could barely make out the tree, an outline of a couple of run down houses in their neighborhood and the street name. In half fainted letters he made out the name… 'Elms Street' a very common name but it had a homely touch to it that made him feel comfortable.

It's ELM st, there's no 'S'. I know I'm being really picky here, but the story is kinda boring for this first part.
Ugh, life is terrible. Hey, I live on Elm(s?) street! Coooooool.

However as he was soothing himself he heard a loud scream from his house, "JOHN! YOU LITTLE SHIT GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW"! John not going to try his dad's patience got up from his can (pun intended) That's not even a pun! and ran to the front door to his house.

Um... maybe I just don't get it, but what pun? He was literally sitting on a can and... there's no other way to take it.

Opening the screen door he took off his shoes and walked into the living room careful not to step on the broken beer bottles.

Then why take off your shoes? It'd be better than walking around in socks! I sense this kid is gonna make some poor choices in the future.
House is full of broken glass, better take off my shoes!

Looking up from keeping an eye on the hazardous floor he looked right into his father's blood shot which were surrounded by dark sleepless eyes.

Commas are helpful, especially here where it would make the sentence make sense!
Wait, what? I know what you MEANT,but...

His dad's face was read with a fuming presence all around him,

His face was like an open book! Ha ha...

taking deep heavy huffs the strong armed beer gut grizzled man tugged at his buzz cut whitening brunet hair cut looking madder than hell. His mother caring a strap in her hand (she cares about that strap SO much, you don't even know) which John knew only too well as it was whipping across his back.

So... she was already whipping him? How does he have time to take in all these details when he's being whipped?
He knew the it was FOR whipping his back, or he knew it was in her hand BECAUSE it was whipping his back?

Her hair was died read her original John never really knew since it was a new only every week either way her face told him she was quite older than how the makeup tried to make her seem.

Wouldn't he KNOW how old she is? I mean, she may be a bitch, but he's lived with her all these years, right? Or is she a vampire?

Proofreading tip: read a sentence out loud to somebody. If they stare at you blankly, or get a look of utter confusion on their face, you wrote it so horribly that they can't understand you. FIX IT.

The trail of thought John had was brought to immediate attention to his dad who yelled "WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE OUT THE TRASH"? John was confused at this question as he had already done that just now. "I just did it's-"John was cut off by his dad's crude tone "THEN WHY IS IT ALL OVER THE KITCHEN FLOOR"!

Cuz your woman don't know how to make a sandwich!

John confused walked

How does one... confuse walk? I tried it, but it just seems like normal walking to me.

inside the kitchen to find it covered in garbage, John saw it was mostly last night's left over's so he figured it was done by his parents who would blame him for their own mess. John not wanting to argue said "I'll clean it up now" in a humble way to avoid any further repercussion.

Bitch bitch bitch. I'd feel bad for the kid if there was any kind of back story or something substantial to him, but no, this is all just a weird-ass set up to get to the fuckin'!

Knelt down to pick up the floor covered garbage but he felt a harsh whack on his back which knocked him to the ground. Then as John sought to get up he felt his dad's heavy foot on his back holding him down as his mother knelt in front of his face. Then taking a cigarette she lit it in front of him. John shuddered knowing what will happen next… wait! John remembered this 'DÉJÀ VU' it happened already,

Um... Pretty sure déjà vu doesn't work like that...
He remembered a deja vu. Would that make it a double deja vu? ,

his parents beat him for a mess they made and sent him to bed. His mother burned his cheek with a cigarette and his dad… touched him.

Uh...
In a gay way? Meaning the dad would kill the kid for being gay, but the dad himself has gay tendencies?

John tried to figure this out but after remembering looking at himself in the mirror seeing the burn start to bubble with blood building under the skin which scared his pale beautiful skin.

I legitimately don't even know what the author was trying to say there.

He remembered how he wished a hand would caress his smooth skin then look him in his hazel eyes then filled with tears, his hair once blond died black.

His hair died, then turned another color.
Parents take all his money, doesn't have a penny to his name, but has money for hair dye?

Then John looked himself over a nice slim body covered in Goth like black jeans, a studded black belt, and a plain black short sleeve shirt.

Of COURSE he's Goth. All that bitching makes sense now.

Removing his clothes leaving only a red pair of briefs he saw himself to be quite attractive if not desirable.

Um... This is kinda coming out of left field here.
Well it sure seems like nobody is desiring him. Blows that theory out of the water.

Lying in his bed in the dark of his room he prayed as he began to sleep that he would get someone to love him that night in his dreams, since reality was not too kind to him.

Dude, that's what you pay hookers for.

Then it was clear… he was dreaming, taking in a breath he simply reshaped the world around him, now he was in his room lying face up looking at his ceiling. (even though he was already there, doing exactly that!) It was really dark out and being a little disturbed he turned on the lamp in his room to see a little into the dark. Lying back he let the lamps dim glow give him the ability to lay back and admire his décor around his room, mainly his posters of various things… creepy maybe but he saw solace in their images. The image of a dead crow rotting in its own nest over its shattered eggs the picture of Black Sabbath with a bloody background

And... you take solace in these how? Cuz the crow thing would just make me ill, especially if there were maggots. The Black Sabbath one's pretty tame though.

and a burned guy with a clawed glove wearing a Christmas sweater and a fedora… wait a minute.

What was he doing in the poster? Jerkin it? I can see that, actually.

John didn't remember buying that before, standing up he walked over to the poster running over the posters face. Somehow he was drawn to the face his fingers felt around those lips closing his eyes he let his fantasy work around his mind.

Oh, poster, you so sexy and two-dimensional.

As the picture smiled with its eyes opening wide the poster made its arms stretch out as the claws quietly stretched out preparing to cut the John to pieces.

If this was one of the movies, it would be the part where I scream "DO IT FUCKING DO IT" to the screen.
Stretchy redundancy!

The face started to emerge next hoping to catch John by surprise who thought it was in his mind how the poster was taking on human feeling.

Of course it's all in your mind, you're DREAMING. Or maybe the dream is just in your head.

Shivering then because there was cold of being so lonely which made him compelled to seek warmth in placing his lips against the posters,

This is a DREAM. AND since he can control his dreams, apparently, he can literally do WHATEVER he wants. But no, instead of dreaming up a group of hot guys to gang-rape him, he kisses a poster of a severely burned dude. God damn.

seeking some kind of warmth, placing his tongue in a sour mouth he messaged the other in his lip hold.

What, did he text Freddy's tongue? "Yo tongue! I'mma need ta suck on you for a bit, k?"
This poster tastes weird. Better keep kissing it!

Then sucking intensively on the others mouth he wrapped his arms around the poster's figure feeling the surprisingly comfy sweater warm his exposed skin. Still in his underwear he felt an erection grow in his underwear,

See if you can spot the redundancy!

taking a firm hold around the figure

In Soviet Russia, erection take hold of YOU.

still in how own world he half dragged the other to the bed letting the figure lie on top of him. Finishing his kiss he finally release his lip lock holding the other close to him John opened his eyes. Looking upwards he saw the poster had come to life (JUST NOW realized the poster came to life?) and was looking with a face which John thought was a mix of shock and disgust.

Hell fucking yes he's disgusted! Freddy don't swing that way!

However the disgust seemed faked, John being a rational person thought this was still part of the dream so he decided to play along a bit just to amuse his sleeping hours.

How is this rational? If Freddy's disgust only SEEMS fake, then it isn't. He's playing with fire now.

"What's wrong? Didn't like my kiss" said John taking his leg and rubbing the others groin area, which made the other one start but calmed to let the leg continue.

And here's where I start developing an eye twitch.

John could see in the other's eyes that he enjoyed it but after a quick realization the figure stood up giving a mean snarl. "You like being a fag do you huh"? John feeling kinky and liking the mix of horror and queer in his fantasy's said lustfully "you know it, so how's about you get over here and scare my 'undies' off of me"?

I don't like where this is going, but the Ash is holding me against my will. Please send help.

The figure widened his eyes in surprise John knew he hit the right nerve because there was some consideration in the other's eyes.

And here we go. Put down any food in your hands, this is about to get absolutely disgusting. Like... well you'll see.

Rubbing his own upper thighs John moaned, "I like guys who are a bit on the… supernatural side, who'd be serial killers, monsters, demons… or guys like you"John said licking his lips and standing up and walking over to the figure.

Yeah, good thing Freddy is all three. Jesus, this is just stupid. 'I wanna fuck a serial killer!' Yeah, that's smart.
We keep calling him “ther other” and “the figure” but we all know who it is, he isn't mysterious at all!

Placing his fingers on the others burned skin he felt the bits of dried puss and the smell of scorched flesh which oddly enough strained his underwear.

I want to say something, but I cant think of anything clever or funny. Just ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Clamping his legs around the others somewhat weakening legs he rested his head on the other's shoulders and started kissing the others neck.

The other one never experienced a victim like this before, always open to such… 'delights' in life there was little harm and indulging now, after all he plays both sides of the line.

Chicks and bitchy emo goths?
That's not even how that expression goes!

So no wanting to cut up this one he flung his glove aside and lifted the others legs in a firm grip. Then with the other hand he placed his fingers in John mouth he engulfed the fingers in his mouth sucking on their iron like taste.

Wait, who put whose fingers in whose mouth? You can't just change who “he” is talking about mid-sentence!

Tasting the bits of flesh that have burned over and guessing from how he was working his tongue he might of let some bodily fluids leak from some scaring, but he didn't care.

...Um, my scars don't work like that so what the fuck. Does he have the most powerful vacuum as a mouth or something?
If this keeps up, I really WILL throw up in my mouth.

He savored the taste since it really didn't taste bad it was like liquefied almonds.

Uhhhhhh... Yeah okay sure. Nothing else in this fic makes sense anyway. Why start now?
Great. Now I can never enjoy Nutella EVER again. Or is that hazelnuts? Great, now I can't enjoy hazelnuts either.

The figure titling his head back to let his hat fall from his head looked the other in his blissful eyes, "boy I go myself a keeper here… he he he. I never had someone who'd take delight and sucking on my rotting parts before, I'd bet you suck on something else hhmm….he he he" said the figure with desire in his eyes.

Okay lets break this one down. 1.) Capitalize boy, its the start of the sentence. 2.) Freddy wasn't in Deliverance last time I checked. 3.) I'm not sure if 'He' is correct, but it bothers me every fucking time I see someone drop the second 'e'. 4.) I don't want the image of Freddy's 'rotting parts' along with the implication of his penis in the same sentence. And 5.) I'm pretty sure I just threw up. Like, for serious.
brb, throwing up.

John at this point who liked this situation decided he wanted to suck some cock so he said casually "you mean you cock, sure just strip down and we'll hit the bed".

That caused the other to drop John's legs and retract the others fingers from his mouth, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU MESSING WITH ME KID"?

Jesus, talk about a mood swing. Freddy's worse than my ex-girlfriend on her period.

The words the figure said hurt John and it shown in his eyes. "Please…" John began don't misunderstand me,

Uh, okay narrator.

"I honestly find you attractive. I am honestly into anyone who is a man".

That's dangerous. If he finds Freddy attractive, then I'm sure he'd wet his panties if he saw Pinhead.
A giant gay man-ho.

The other not trusting the others words completely walked closer till his mouth was mere inches away from the other, "why"? said the grotesque mouth.

Most of this fic is redundant. Mouth, mouth. Other, others, other. Jesus.
Stop fucking calling him “the other!” We KNOW who it is!

John looking a bit embarrassed decided it was best to be honest and since this was a dream he might as well admit to something he never told another living soul. ".. I" John said trying to get the words out "I have a curtain… feeling for all men,

Man, those gays are constantly thinking about decor.
Those gays sure love their interior design.

I don't know why but I… find something in each one that makes them someone I want to be with, I admit others I desire more than some but… I love. That is I love all men GIANT GAY MAN-HO , I see something about them that makes them desirable even in my dad I see his strong arms, and even when he touches me… I am happy because I know those strong arms are holding me down.

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... This is seriously the most uncomfortable thing about this chapter.
Giant gay incestuous man-ho... This keeps getting worse and worse.

Then with someone like you… I desire those eyes, they may be foreboding at first but they, seek me out they call to me and your glove although lethal I see an artistic flare in them.

No, wait, that's just blood.

This sweater you wear lets me know you're festive and I can have nice holidays with you by a warm fir..

Wait wait wait. All I can picture is this: Freddy dressed as a tree, with decorations and everything.

Talk to a murderous burn victim, and bring up FIRE. That's smart.

oh sorry but I would like it if we were to get that far, because no matter what my instincts say or you, or my life I… have something in me.

He's gay, so I bet we can guess what that “something” usually is.

It's strong than those things and it tells me… it tells me 'this one is meant for you don't let him go' and I beg you now. I want a chance to be with you I don't care what it means my life is worth nothing so… please let me love you".

And that's when Freddy ripped out John's heart through his tear ducts.

Then John broke down crying there shivering trying not to lose face in front of this dream hopefully boyfriend who he just confessed with no real logic behind it,

You're not supposed to start crying until AFTER the awful sex is finished.

however despite the obscurity of the others motives the figure held him. John stopped crying as he was gently lifted and carried over to the bed and placed gently down by the figure. Looking up in the other's eyes bewildered John saw a sort of wanting in the other's eyes that said 'it's alright I want someone to love also'.

...

Then after the figure spread open John's legs he pulled off his own pants and half burn boxers to reveal a slimly green tinged fleshy cock, which clearly haven't been spared from the fire.

Okay I stopped reading this fic th first time at the part where John starts crying. I'm reading this now for the first time and ohmygod.
Fuck it, I'm out.

John looking at it in amazement imagined being entered by it which made his cock jump with excitement.


NONONONONONONO!

Something about this nightmarish figure made him in glow the figure saw the other getting wet around the cockhead, and ever since the furnace he haven't sucked on a cum coated cock. So bending over John and kicking away his pants he raised his hand away and there were his bladed gloves, John like how the blades shimmered. As the bladed hand lowered itself to John's waste

I'd shit myself too if Freddy's nasty-ass dick was about to enter me.

he felt his underwear being cut from both sides of his hips then in one smooth slip were thrown across the room. Then licking his lips the figure brought his mouth down with his tongue sticking out he with his green muscle lapped at the cock head. That earned a moan from John, then huffing as his cock vanished inside the other's mouth and he didn't know what happened to it but it made him feel so good.

Lol this whole paragraph doesn't make any sense. That's what you get for typing with one hand.

Thrusting his hips forward he felt cum just being sucked from his balls, he felt a hose like muscle go down into his pee hole and slither down into his balls and suck the cum out.

Woah hold the fuck on! I don't have a dick but that sounds fucking painful!

All the while it felt like billions of little hands were messaging and gratifying his cock

There's that messaging body parts thing again. 'Yo cock, I'mma molest you now, k bro?'

"ah ah ah ah, oohhh oohhh ah ah ah you are fantastic aaaaaaaa… … … nnnnnnn" John cried as his legs now raised up as he tried to keep his voice from crying out as they jerked in place. Then all at once he felt a flood escape his cock in a flood of white fluid he laid back as the figure sucked all the come down licking the remaining fluids from his lips and then looking down to see a little pinkish cum come out of his own head.

... I... Uh... Please don't tell me that's normal...

Looking down at John's entry he saw it was a bit tight and not used often enough so since he already used his mouth once… sliding his fingers in first he probed around finding some sweet spots. John regaining some of his mind raised his head and asked panting "I… don't know you name…" the figure just smiled licking his lips and said "its Freddy and I hope you'll scream that name out when I fucking tap that ass of yours".

Okay that really does sound like Freddy, but after everything else...

John loved the crudeness in the others voice licked his own lips and said sounding like he was in heat "well Freddy, I'm John and… I would like to be your boyfriend". That made Freddy's eyes widened as he rose his head from the task at hand then slowly he gave a wicked smile,

as the boy uttered the phrase the Dream Demon had been waiting for. He slammed the boy back onto the bed, and started pressing two blades of his glove into the boy's eyes.

"are you sure? 'Cuz' once your mine… -your mine-". John read the warning in his words and he said not hesitating having known the answer all along "Freddy my life is garbage my school hated me, I have no money, no friends, my parents beat me and I am going nowhere so please let me at least have you". The words were so honest and filled with want that Freddy with a serious face leaned forward right to John's forehead and planted a kiss.

When I used to be on DevianArt, I saw some pictures of Freddy/Jason where Jason was pregnant and Freddy was a sweet, loving boyfriend. That's what this whole things reminds me of.

Then in one quick movement he placed his mouth to Johns as and penetrated him with his tongue. John felt his muscle down there stretch wide, it felt like millions of other tongues were growing and branching off from one another as he felt his entire insides being explored.

Uh, possibly painful, and WTF? Seriously!

He felt the tongues split up into tiny trillions and find their way into every organ, every vein, and every cell and tease him to the makings of his creation making him orgasm like he never before.

Oh, sorry I spoke too soon. Now WHATTHEFUCK?!

In a wild jerk of him hips he felt the mother of all cum's coming but Freddy taking his finger pushed it into his pee hole and plugged his cum.

The rest of this fic is really graphic and mature, and then the phrase 'pee hole' comes in. Make up your damn mind.

Making his cum build up in his cock increasing its size. Pain mixed with a bone shaking desire made John try and push the cum out but Freddy's finger held firmly in place not letting one drop of cum out. Looking at his arousal John saw his cock turn dark purple having all the blood built up but not being able to go anywhere.

Again, I don't have a cock but that sounds really painful.

However John felt clear head somehow and the cock didn't really hurt but made him feel EXTREMELY anxious. Saying in little stops "pl..…le..let m-m-me CUM"! Freddy just chucked wickedly understanding the others wants said plainly lifting his hand from Johns cock but leaving his finger in place (by means of removing his finger)

If this means what I think it means, then that's... okay sure, whatev, this is a dream.

stood over John. Then arranging John so his ass tilted a little upwards Freddy knelt on the bed and lined his own cock with Johns now swollen ass, then in a painful but very stimulating jab he fitted his sliming cock in John's ass. Such a tight fit, but made his bowels vibrate with joy he allowed his ass to shallow Freddy's cock inch by inch till it couldn't go anymore inside. Unable to utter anything besides "aahhh… ooooh…. Aaaaa…. FUCK... FREDDY!" John allowed himself to being brutally ass fucked by that hardened half melted cock.

DOES. NOT. SOUND. SEXY. There's actually a NOES fic that kinda makes Freddy sound sexy, kinda, and this is not the way to go about it.

After pounding so hard John in real life would have had his hip bone shattered

Actually, since everything that happens in dreams with Freddy in them, happen in real life, I'm pretty sure his hip actually did shatter.

received his reward,


Cookies?

Freddy feeling his own orgasm hit gave his finger wriggle out of John's pee hole to allow a tidal wave of cum flood the room floor.

Oh sweet Jesus, I didn't realize Freddy's finger was IN John's cock! PAIN.

As after both hitting orgasm Freddy landed limp like on top of John who tired and half asleep held onto Freddy with his what might he could spare.

Then before everything went silent and dark he heard Freddy say "remember -'your mine'-.

That's not the right use of YOU'RE.

THE END….OR IS IT?

NOPE CUZ THERE'S FIVE MORE CHAPTERS OF THIS BULLSHIT!

No it isn't it continues.

Told ya.

I might post another chapter later tonight if I cant sleep. Or I might wait a month for my brain to stop trying to leak out of my eye sockets.

This post has been edited by Ash: Aug 23 2011, 10:19 PM

[Felloffalot]

OH GOD WHY

Poor Bill. His "screw this I'm out of here" moment was hilarious. It got better when I realized, he was serious.

Seriously, this entire fic is completely biologically impossible.

[Ash]

Lol I didn't realize he was serious either until he stopped sending me documents with his mocks...

[oneluckyduck]

I like Bill, he is quite humorous..although, I can only imagine him as a lizard with a slight (possibly Cockney) accent.

[Newandimprovednobody]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[Yaoi Huntress Earth]

Christ, I couldn't even finish reading this. Yes Freddy is a perverse person, but he prefers to play with his victims then kill them and he's not a romantic type. It's a butchering of the character.

[Ash]

Lol just wait, Freddy get fluffy and cute in the next couple of chapters.

[Newandimprovednobody]

Fuck this man.

Fuck him with a rusty chainsaw up the ass.

[Ash]

I wish I had known about this fic during the Valentine's Day challenge lol. It would have been perfect.

I think Bill is still pissed at me for making him read this fic, since he hasn't texted me back all day. So it's just me this time.

That’s not true, I was just watching Mighty Morphin Power Rangers all day!
Well then.

Also, the author, Mr. Five, has a bunch of stories like this so I'll be mocking some others when I'm done with this fic and while I'm mocking it's sequel.

Okay onto the horror.


Dream 2 (I can barely sleep at night)

John woke up from that crazy dream… slimy. He got up and felt a bucket load of something sticky and oozy drip from his ass, thinking he messed himself he looked half expecting a load of shit on his bed.

I'd shit myself too if I'd just woken up from a, rather detailed, wet dream involving Freddy.
Well, we’re off to a fantastic start.

However he found… cum a lot of it with a little tinge of pink to it, holding his breath he looked over to the end of the room and found his underwear. Cut off like in his dream, John not sure he believed what happened last night to him was real or not figured he was just hallucinating.

That's what you get for taking both the red and blue pills.
What was in that LSD? Oh, yeah. LSD.

Then he wondered where all this cum come from did if it was all just a dream? Looking at himself in the mirror he saw his legs were dripping with that pinkish love juice.

Strawberry yogurt is forever ruined.
PINKISH? What the fuck. Might want to get that checked out.

Then a thought came to him… maybe his dad last night, maybe his dad wanted seconds. Since he was still half asleep made his dad seem something more acceptable to him, then John thought of how messed up that was… having a burn victim over his dad.

I love this kid's version of "messed up". 'Oh no! I like being fucked by a burn victim more than my dad!' instead of 'Oh god my dad may have raped me.'
Oh god my dad may have raped me TWICE.

Rolling over in his head the more reasonable explanation he figured it was best to sneak in the bathroom wash himself off with a shower and see if last night affected his dad.

If my dad raped me, I wouldn't want to go see if he was pleased by the night before or not. I'd call the fucking cops.
Maybe he wants another round of beatin’ and rapin’?
I know, that’s terrible, but so is this fic.
Yeah, but you’re terrible too.

Walking over to put a towel he kept hung on his desk chair

Never leave home without your towel!

around his waist he realized that… his hips weren't sore. Not one pinch of pain he got usually when he moved after getting raped (if last night could be considered rape).

Does mind-rape count?

He actually felt a little quiver of self pleasure from moving around, it felt good. Inside of him he felt like the cum was massaging his insides a bit, like it was being doing it out of its own free will. Then as he stood there getting flushed from having his prostate tickled by that love juice he figured he better get going before he added his own particular brand to the mix.

Okay I've never been ass-fucked, but please, tell me this isn't normal.
Maybe if Freddy had eaten a bunch of pop rocks, that would explain the color, and the tingling...
If you’d stuck around last time, you would have known that Freddy’s cum is pink. It’s totally cannon.

Wrapping his towel around of himself John left his room in hurry feeling particularly aroused and not wanting to mess himself more scurried as quietly as he could to the bathroom down the hall. Then closing and locking the door he removed the towel and placed it on the sink counter and walked hurriedly over to the shower to start the water. He did this in a hurry

Paragraph replay! # of times hurry was used: 3 # of missing commas: Too many to count.

cause he felt since he left his room his insides tickling and shaking uncontrollable he felt the opening of his ass spasm as he let out a heat moan, "aeh aeh oooohhhnnn oohhnmmm ah ah sto-op… n-no". However despite protesting he enjoyed the way his insides shook licking his lips in desire on the shower started getting hot enough he with legs shaking like crazy went inside.

...What the hell is going on?
I don’t fucking know, but I’m already ready to leave again!

However as he tried to stand up in there he was brought to his knees by a suddenly shock to his system. Getting on hands and knees he groaned and moaned praying for this sensual torture to end… but he really didn't want it to feeling his cock in his free hand as the other gripped painfully at the tub siding. His erection pulsed and grew as the water tickled his sensitive body lying on his back now he lifted his legs and felt in entire insides being coated by that pinkish cum.

UH... PRETTY sure that's not good for you...
Wanna lose weight? Read shit like this, it kills your appetite for at LEAST a week.

Trying to stifle his moans of pleasure he sucked on his hand which gripped the tub hoping to soothe himself, as he felt an invisible form give a first sharp pound into his ass. With his finger in his mouth he gave an excited cry as he felt his hips jerk.

Hearing a familiar chuckle in his head right before he was hit with an even harder thrust which caused him to shrill and make his legs shake freely in the hair.

He's not even asleep! How the fuck is Freddy doing this?!

His hand chocking his cock tried desperately to jerk it and hopefully release some of his building up arousal instead found himself weak and at the mercy of his own pleasure.

Trying he put he took his hand from his mouth and figured if only he could dig some of that stuff from his insides. However he was hit with a series of powerful thrusts which moved him an inch in the tub and cause him to whimper in excitement.

Apparently Freddy's cum allows him to fuck people even when they're awake. Magical sperm!

He knew this would end up killing him so with his might he tried pushing that stuff from his bowels by using pure force of will to expel it from his body. However as he was feeling the cum behind to leave something lifted his ass in the air holding him in that position as a series of ass quivering thrusts came down on him.

I don't really have anything to say here, just the phrase 'ass quivering thrusts' makes me giggle.
This is so … ugh.
Ass quivering thrusts!

Even though the thrusts didn't hurt the pleasure was shaking his foundation as the warm water relaxed his body but as if whatever was sending him to the brink of insanity sensed Johns discomfort it ended it with a stream of Johns cum flowing onto his face.

Uh, holy shit he's flexible.
Boom, headshot!

Then easing his ass back to the bottom of the tub, John felt every bit of that cum leave his bowels and he saw it flow by his head and disappear down the drain. Giving a sigh of relief and pleasure John just lay there to regain some of his wits and to keep his body from becoming too relaxed. He needed to finish the shower quickly before his dad hears it and starts on him for wasting water.

Stick to one tense!

So standing up at once ignoring his physical weakness John made a quick rinse off the cum at least from his body then he turned off the water. Then after taking a few deep breathes to steady himself before leaving the shower and drying himself off then after he was dried to his satisfaction he wrapped the towel around his waist.

Holy run-on sentences, Batman

Leaving the bathroom he moved quickly to his room and once there he started to think about what just happened as he closed the door behind of him. Walking over to the mirror he checked to see if he was hallucinating. He expected to see baggy eyes, a twitching muscle spasm around his forehead, pale shallow skin. However he looked just fine, he looked very well rested. Sighing deeply he shook his head and began to get dressed in his usual wear and looked back at the mirror and noticed something.

A knife sticking out of his chest? He's missing a limb? HE'S A PONY?!

At first it seemed like nothing, but after looking closer at his face he found he had a glow about him, a sort of self assuring state of pleasure. Shaking his head thinking at how feminine that sounded

That is the least of your worries.
A feminine gay guy? No way!

he started out of his room and headed downstairs to asset today's trials for him. Being Saturday he had a day off of work, but he still had house chores to get started he only hoped he would get something to eat first. Then as he started down the stairs he heard… cooking the never heard before in his house sound of bacon cracking, toast being toasted, and eggs were done sunny side up ready to be dipped.

If he'd never heard that before, then how does he know what it sounds like?
Where the fuck is the OJ?

Upon the bottom of the stairs John looked almost fearfully around the kitchen doorway and saw something that made his skin crawl.

Freddy being raped by a furry. Wait, he'd probably enjoy the show...

His mother… was cooking breakfast, that was an all time first. Not only that he looked around and found everything cleaned, the floor vacuumed, the garbage taken out with some new additions (mainly beer bottles). The house looked like a normal household for once, something John hadn't really experienced before but after hearing his mother say a cheerful "good morning honey" he knew he was dreaming.

That explains the shower scene...

Taking a few breathes he tried to wake himself self up closing his eyes however upon opening them he found his mother standing in front of him holding out a plate of two eggs, two butter and cut pieces of toast, and a crispy side of bacon.

I don't think he tried very hard to wake up. Maybe he should light himself on fire.
I just noticed we’ve never seen his mother outside the kitchen... HMM

John had a look of stunned surprise as he looked at the food at back at his mom who just stood there smiling like she was one of those house wives in those black and white commercials. Dressed in a nice dress, wearing an apron, and smiling cheerfully taking a suddenly pride in her appearance and doing all the household chores he usually had to get done. "Mom" John began, "are you okay… is this about last night". His mother just looked admittedly sad as she nodded then held out the plate for John to grasp somewhat confused at this sudden and major change in his abusive mother. "Oh John" his mother began "last night was terrible I admit I wasn't too… broke up about it till I went to bed. Then last night oh John last night"

Oh shit, don't tell me that Freddy fucked her too...

his mother said as she walked over and looked at him imploring. "I had a enlightening event last night, a dream came to me and it told me that I was wrong" she said her face looking into empty space as she was reliving her dream. "There was a… monster, he had a horrible clawed hand, and… and evil eyes, he cackled so wickedly oh John it scared me to death. Then he told as he rang his blade across my back cutting flesh that 'if I ever hurt you again… he'd drag me to the bottom of hell. Well he then told me to start be a good mother, then I woke up a couple of hours ago and I thought it was all a dream… but I looked at my bag… and John dear, it was covered in scares where his blades cut me… it was still bleeding. Oh honey it scared me to death, but then I realized John… that was God talking to me".

Let me give you a moment to let that last line sink in. Yeah.
Oh, lord, hallelujah!

That freaked John, the 'monster' seemed more like Freddy from his dreams, but what freaked him out more than that was that his mother had become the good wife over night.

...Okay I can see that, but again wouldn't it make more sense to be more freaked out that your mom thinks that Freddy is God, than the fact that she did a 180? I mean, they're both weird, but the God thing...

"Yes" his mother continued "John didn't like me being a bad mother so he sent the devil to me to set me straight.

Okay THAT makes more sense... kinda.

Well not John I am a righteous women and I will be the most loving wife and more importantly mother in the whole world". Then with eyes looking like she was touched by Jesus and an in awe smile she went to the counter to fetch a knife and fork for John then with a smile she said "enjoy your food sweaty

Lol he's not sweaty, he just took a shower.

and just relax today. Your dad had his own awakening he has wonderful news for you".

If it's anything other than "I'm turning myself in to the police for molesting/raping you all these years" then I just might do a Bill and fucking leave.
Don’t forget the beatings!
I don’t give a shit about those. He probably deserved them

John not wanting to press the issue fearing his other might have had mental break due to a possible dream coincidence, but in truth he knew there was something supernatural going on in his house.

You were just fucked by a ghost in the shower!

Going to the dinner table John flinched to see his dad, but then after taking a better look he wasn't sure the man before him was his dad. He had one of his best suits one only it was clean, ironed, and he was no longer looking the part of a dress up drunk. His father actually shaved his stubble away, took a shower, dressed himself nicely and had just finished his own breakfast. John shaking in spot took the seat farther away from his old man then still looking in shock at his dad started dipping his toast in his egg.

Mmm... this is pretty nonchalant for someone who just turned himself in to the cops. Yeah I'm still hoping for that!

His dad was reading the newspaper and circling ad's with a pen as he had a look of… extreme joy on his face.

That's not the face of someone who just turned himself in!
I’ve never seen anyone that happy about the newspaper...

Then his dad folded his paper put it to his side and looked admiringly at his son, "hello sport how are you today" his dad said in a voice as clear and confident as someone with some pride. John not really used to the whole normal family routine gave a dull "uh" as an answer then after composing himself he said "fine dad… what are you doing today"? John said this with a bit of uncertainty in his voice not wanting to piss his dad from his good mode but his dad continued to smile as him as he said "I am getting a job".

NO! You don't get to just get away with throwing the whole molesting thing at me and then not mention it! Resolve this plot point!
Ugh, this is boring. Somebody should die, to create some drama.

John leaped from his seat at this response and landed with a thud again "DAD! You're getting a job? But-but I thought you said you'd never work again". His father just laughed good naturedly at his son's response.

"A-ha-ha-ha son, sport, I am a new man. As your mother properly said we have been blessed by God to raise you right and to be productive member of society. So from now on I will be working to support this family of ours, you mother will take care of the house, and you… well my boy I am sending you back to school".

...Okay so you are just going to ignore that whole little ‘dad molests/rapes me but I think I like it’ thing. Whatever. I don’t give a shit anymore.
I know everybody at school hates you and beats you for being gay, but let’s send you back, anyway! Wheeee!

John looked scared out of his mind at this turn of events "dad…" John began to say fear in his voice "you're scaring me… we need to get you and mom to a doctor".

Just accept it!

His father just chuckled off the remark like it was candy drops on his tongue

What the fuck? How does that make any sense?
I’ve been staring at that sentence for like 5 minutes now. I’m still dumbfounded.

"oh my boy nothing is wrong with me… in fact I have never been better. I am finally taking responsibility as father and husband and by golly John I am giving you an education. I have talked with your principle over the phone and he's agreed to let you start this Monday with continuing your classes and since you did so well all year you just have to finish some tests to show you ready for the exams.

How the hell did he do so well with FOUR FUCKING JOBS?

Then sport after graduation I can help you get into any college …or university you want. Or if higher education is not in your line of thinking you tell me what you want to do and we'll do it after all it's your life sport".

John was so happy to hear that he almost cried but he was still too creped out

I love crepes!

to be too emotional he could only manage to say between stunted exhales of joy "well… thanks dad". His father just gave him a knowing smile

That smile means that John’s gonna get raped again tonight.

and his mother came in then to give John a class of fresh squeezed orange juice. John smiling now and thanking his mother finished his breakfast glad to have a loving home.

They FINALLY brought out the OJ? AFTER the meal was finished? Bah. You ruined my breakfast.

John undressed to his underwear and being completely exhausted from a big dinner and spending his day studying so he got caught up open his covers and got into bed. Smiling contentedly at how lucky he is now then before turning off his light he had a thought that maybe his dream boy friend was…real and he might have another encounter like before.

Please zombie Jesus, no.

So John quickly turned off the lamp and covered up and tried to get to sleep as fast as possible but not before removing his underwear thinking it might get in the way.

It didn’t seem to be much of a problem last time.
It’s not all about sex! Doesn’t he want to get to know Freddy’s personality? No? It’s just all about the gay Freddy buttsex?

Then for what seemed like endless heartbeats

I love how he measures time in heartbeats. I’m going to do that for now and out. “Hey do you have the time?” Hm... yep, 90 heartbeats a minute.

and total silence he laid there grinding his legs there in anticipation with his eyes closed hoping for his dreams to come true. Then he slowly drifted off to sleep.

John woke up in the morning with a sigh… Freddy didn't come last night, giving a little pout he turned on his stomach and hugged his pillow. Closing his eyes tightly shut he wished his lover was with him right now but giving a bereft sigh he felt some tears forming in his eyes.

Jesus, really? They just met the night before!
Clearly he doesn’t understand the concept of a one-night-stand.

Just then as he felt like crying he felt a tiny little…'peck' on his ass cheek. Opening his eyes he turned over and uncovered himself to find nothing.

Thinking hopefully he is being played with he searched his bed thoroughly then half hoping he checked under his bed to find again nothing… except for some socks and his dirty magazines. Sighing he pulled himself up on his bed looking down on the floor feeling a little down. "You must have missed me baby" John heard in his eye from a familiar voice with a little bit of wickedness in the tone.

Never is that acceptable dialog for Freddy.
”he heard in his eye from a familiar voice” That’s all I have to say about that.

John turned his head quickly to see Freddy's burned off face looking at him seductively. "Oh yes!" John cried as he drew close to give Freddy a long deep kiss. Then after they finished and John had that growing taste in his mouth from Freddy's green massaging muscle he stared into the dream demons eyes his lips still close to Freddy's (who's was burned off but can still kiss pretty damn well).

We don’t need to be told that! Wait... his cock is green so... after they finished kissing, he had the taste of Freddy’s cock in his mouth? Man, he’s flexible.

"Freddy" John then said parting a bit at his mouth to let the words out "you… really made my parents like that for me"? Freddy a little embarrassed at the sentiment John had in his voice and the way it made Freddy seem like a real sensitive guy looked away a bit trying to hide his admitting expression. "I just… didn't like how they hurt you, and… I wanted them to treat you right. No one has the right to treat you like their little bitch…"

F: Except me, but that’s only until I finish murdering your entire family.

Freddy turned to face John with a large smile "except me".

Called it!

Then putting his arms around John he drew him close and gave him a long deep kiss sucking on his tongue and using his ungloved hand to grip on John's butt cheeks. While John was pressing his slim body again Freddy he felt Freddy's strong grip tease his ass a bit before going in for a routine expect ion.

I feel like this would be a good time to point out that my boyfriend’s name is John. All these sex scenes are very awkward to read.
I don’t even KNOW a John, and these are pretty awkward.

John broke the kiss and shuddered as he felt a familiar force push past his defenses a cute moan escaped John's watery mouth. Face blushed as he felt himself opening downstairs for some much needed loving.
I don’t know whether to giggle or gag...

"Oh Freddy" John whimpered… "nhhhhhhhh I am starting to l-l-l-LOVE youuu". Freddy paused then and John a little bothered that the prodding stopped moved his face away from Freddy's warm sweater and looked at him with a surprised look on his face. Then after a moment Freddy asked "you wouldn't love something like me", removing his fingers and looking a little saddened.

...Freddy doesn’t need lovin’!
They’ve known each other for two days, and we’re already into the “love” phase. Damn teenagers.

"NO" John said a little heartbroken by Freddy's admission, "I am starting to love you, I know you might kill people and most likely do even worse with them than simply killing them but I… I DON'T CARE"!

How does he know that Freddy kills people? I thought he just met Freddy for the first time ever, the night before?
He doesn’t even care? Jeez, way to be supportive, asshole.

John said with such passion and desire that it made Freddy freeze in place as John moved his body closer hands gripping his sweater. "You love me too right" John said "why else would you make my life so much better. I somehow reached something in you reserved for someone you can't help but love with all your heart. Well Freddy I am now curtain that I love you and… I wouldn't care if you killed my friends… or my parents because I know they don't really love me or like me, they only do this for their own sake.

Bitch bitch bitch

All my life…" John now started to cry as sharp tears broke out as he started to weep with his words coming forth with nothing to censor them to protect some non-existent ego. "All my life, no one loved me. I doubt anyone will truly will but in you Freddy, I know you might be the most evil bastard to live on this Earth because I sense that in you but if you are willing to have me love you and for you to love me I don't care.

Okay, I have to admit, I could see this becoming an amazing fanfic IF this turned into a really fucked up and abusive relationship. The premise: John has no one and has never known love, so he ends up loving a serial killing demon. Freddy just toys with John’s emotions and abuses him mentally and physically just for shits and giggles. It could be good if it was written by someone else lol
Oh my god, I would read that.
I’ll write it. It’ll be the best fucking fic in the NOES section.

You and I Freddy, I can tell no one really cared about either of us, that we both have so much anger because of it… Freddy if you don't want my life do what you will with me I don't care but if I'm right even in the slightest please… please say you love me back".

Freddy’s wife loved him too and look where that got her.

The tears wouldn't stop all his pent up anxiety, fears, and pain have come out in an ever flowing river of tears, then as a forever consuming cloud sought to devour him, John was pulled close to a warm sweater. A gentle somewhat sticky clammy hand rubbed his back as a gloved hand held his head in place under a strong chin as a gentle rocking eased John. "I love you John"

Okay, this time I’M out. I can handle the nasty ass sex scenes, but this? Hell no.
I’m mortified!

was all that was said as the gentle rocking moved back and forth easing him slowly down till they both were lying down next to each other. Freddy still holding John close he waited till John stopped crying and he starting to let the love come inside his heart. Then taking a hand Freddy lifted John's face up and had a look of expecting desire as he placed a deep but sensual kiss on his lips.

Then in a melting visage Freddy's clothes and bladed glove disappeared leaving a naked, mutilated by a blazing inferno Freddy's body still had some desirable aspects. Namely his larger than average already lubed (by bodily fluids and not the sexual kind) cock and his mainly build.
That made my brain bleed. That’s disgusting!

Not quite muscular but it has a man's shape to it lifting John's legs up John rose a bit to allow his ass to be adjusted for entry. Then both of them holding the others hands in a tight grip they John was penetrated deeply in the missionary position. Feeling the slimy cock works its way to his deep innards feeling a little pain but a lot of love from his nightmare lover. Then in slow steady thrusts Freddy moved his cock inside John to stimulate him till he moaned in desire. Freddy joined in with grunts of having his cock being wrapped so warmly around a tight ass as the way their hips slammed into each other and parted only to slam again became harder and faster. Each seeking not to please themselves but one another they both looked into each other's eyes seeing unconditional love. Then after they both gave a pleasing but not exhilarating spasm they both each other orgasm. Arms held one another close, legs tangled as they were eased down to the bed lying next to one another. Both breathing a little heavier but ultimately John sighed as he cuddled next to Freddy and for the longest time they laid there looking each other in the eyes and from time to time gave one another kisses.

Then as if they both knew that the night's sleep was almost over they both sat up in each other's arms then for that last eternity they looked in each other's eyes kissed then John felt the world around him vanish in pure white when he let the words "I love you" melt his skin away one last time.

John opened his eyes to the morning light as it shone on his ceiling then with a little sigh he wished he could have one more second of undisturbed sleep, after all a second of real time in dreams is worth at least a couple of thousand years if not an eternity.

And yet a full night’s sleep wasn’t enough for you? That’s 8 hours, you ungrateful bitch.

…To Be Continued.

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

This post has been edited by Ash: Aug 24 2011, 10:24 PM

[Shockwave S08]

[Felloffalot]

I feel sad for good ol' Bill. I can't imagine how you got him to do this shit.

I also feel sad for myself, for reading this shit.

[Ash]

I feel sad for good ol' Bill. I can't imagine how you got him to do this shit.

I also feel sad for myself, for reading this shit.

Lol I just told him to. He's very whipped.

[Felloffalot]

Lol I just told him to. He's very whipped.

Oh, okay.

Also, yeah, that John kid is a bitch. He finally gets the life he wants, and he's still like "WAAAAAAAAH NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME".

[Yaoi Huntress Earth]

I'm starting to almost take back what I've said about all the other character-assassinations I came across. This is probably the worst (even Disneyfan's version of John Silver isn't this bad.)

[Ash]

Lol oh you guys, I'm glad you hate this as much as I do.

Warning: This is a yaoi fic if you do not like yaoi don't bother reading.

Sweet! That’s my ticket out of here!
No, wait, I’m stuck here with Ash until we’re done with ALL the chapters.

I'm Dating Freddy Krueger
Dream 3 (Teach me a lesson)
Running as fast as she could, Misty Lorries

Where the fuck did she come from?
Who the fuck is she, anyway?

moved faster she ever thought possible moving from
pathway to pathway. Left and right on a continuous loop she felt great pain in her spine as she raced in what seemed to be the exact same hallway. The walls were the plain wood ones as the floor was like that of a pine table top.

The walls were wood, and the table was a more specific wood!
Everything was wood!

The ceiling was blocked by sight by a blinding light that made everything seem more vivid with her eyes that suddenly shivered with pain.

Can eyes even DO that?
Maybe she was having a mini seizure.

Her all body seemed to collapse in of itself as she felt shreds of herself being ripped as she now scurried on all fours in morbid pain just to escape the horror that was chasing her. She had just finished her science project about the effect of fear on rodents and remembered nodding off then as she woke up late in the day she started out from the then closed school on her way home.

That’s why you don’t fuck around with science!

However she suddenly saw in the shadows a maniac with what looked like to her a hand full of knives so she ran as fast as she could move. Eventually she ended up feeling herself in pain from head to toe as she sought escape hearing the maniac like he was all around her.
Steaming like now she felt like she was wearing a body length fur coat as she now started to have a particular sense heightened namely the scent. Scurrying along she was somewhat compelled to follow a seemingly random set of passages to a final end. Which was a brick of cheese, she was exited as she scampered to the cheese unthinking as she practically could taste it, but as she closed in on it she heard something close behind her. Turning around she found her escape passage was closed and turning back she saw the cheese suddenly turn brown, then as it deflated to a deep black. Smelling foul the little chamber started filling with
noxious fumes,

That’s pretty disgusting. But in character!

Misty scampered from end of the hall to the other making nervous sounds as she sought to get a gasp of fresh air. Then suddenly the light went dim, looking up now Misty saw in horror the manic now practically a giant compared to her now laughing out loud. Showing the knives brandished on a glove as he cackled at her suffocation.

Maybe we’ll finally see some bloodshed!
At least we know there won’t be any gay sex!
Yeah... don’t get your hopes up.

Freddy looked down on Misty enjoying every second of her misery, her fear, and especially her pain nothing was too cruel for this one. Freddy looked at the little rodent girl squeaking, scratching, and thrashing around barely able to breathe. Giving a more horrendous laugh now enjoying the now seeing the blood of her raw throat drip from her mouth.
Then without expecting he felt a little nip on his ear, "so this is what you do for a living honey" as he felt a familiar lower half press itself against his backside. Freddy was completely taken off guard wheeling around nervously he leaned back putting his hands on the table looking John right in his tempting little eyes.

No! Go away! It was just getting good!

"What? How? Why are you here? How did you do that?" Freddy said flustering as he was had not summoned John into his realm and wondering how did he find his way to him.

*sigh* If only he would have STAYED in character.
I thought Freddy went into other people’s dreams, not summoning them into his own...

Looking somewhat amused at Freddy's little moment of weakness in that usual demonic presence he gave off he bent his head to give Freddy a proper kiss on his tasty lips. Dipping his tongue into that warm dripping, oozing mouth of his,

NOT SEXY! NOT SEXY!

John figured out several sensitive points that made Freddy especially vulnerable to more fondling. However he didn't want to leave Freddy in ignorance over John's sudden appearance when it wasn't at Freddy's own convenience.

Freddy, Freddy, Freddy! You know, you can call him other things; Dream Demon, maniac, OOC...
You can even call him “the other”! I mean, you called him that about fifty times in the first chapter. Actually, did Freddy ever tell John that’s what his name was?
I’d go back to the first chapter to check, but I don’t give a shit.

So after placing his head on Freddy's soft and very warm sweater

What is this fixation with Freddy’s sweater, anyway?
It’s very warm! It’s a fucking nice sweater.
Apparently

he said in a tender voice "I have been waiting to see you all so I finished my homework really early to get an early night's sleep. Then I find when I'm completely under that you weren't there, so I went looking for you. Then after not being able to find you I instead focused really hard to find you and I ended up here". He then motioned with his face at their surroundings which was an old furnace like basement. Full of burning chambers and had a humid feeling to it all, and with a distinct smell of fumes. "Then I followed your charming laughter and found you at work… so I decided to sneak up on you and surprise my dream boyfriend",

You know, I can kinda get into this story sometimes with the dialog, cuz sometimes it’s not half bad. But then someone says something fucking stupid like ‘my dream boyfriend’ and it hurts me all over again.
Get it? DREAM boyfriend?
Shut the fuck up!

finished John as he went in to give Freddy a long tender hug. Freddy couldn't help but feel touched and threatened by John's words at the same time, he knew John loved him but he worried over John's growing powers in the dream world. One day he hoped he didn't have to deal with his loved one on that basis however for now he knew it was best just to give his wanting little man whatever he desired.

And here I thought Freddy was a badass. NOPE, he’s just gonna give in to this whiny bitch!
But John is HIS whiny bitch!

"So what are you up to here?" John asked looking over at the maze to find a mouse choking and bleeding from the nose and mouth inside of an enclose chamber. Freddy pressed up behind John as he leaned over the maze feeling Freddy's now hardened cock rubbing against his ass. Sigh deeply John rubbed back and Freddy said placing his head on his lovers shoulder "this here… is that bitch Misty Lorries, and she is just here smelling the roses". John laughed at Freddy's sick humor

Humor? Kinda like how it was supposed to be a pun when John climbed off the can in chapter one?
Yeah I don’t get it either... It’d be funnier if there were ACTUAL ROSES, but no. Maybe if she ‘cut the cheese’ or something. I dunno.

enjoying the dark side of pleasure and laughter that Freddy brought out in Johns once depressed world. Nuzzling his face against Freddy's he said in a touched voice "oh did you go after her because of me? After what she said in class today about me"? Freddy scoffed looking at the mouse now with more disgust "she deserves it the little slut, calling you a fag in class.

But it’s okay when I call you fag, cuz you’re MY fag.
Lol I read the entire fic while you were downstairs ignoring me. Just wait

I know how that hurt you, well do not worry all those little pigs that laughed at her will meet a fair worse fate than the last. No one hurts you and gets away with it mark my words".

People are going to start assuming things when EVERYBODY around “that weird gay kid” starts dying. Or not...

John was full of joy hearing Freddy becoming so protective of him, he couldn't help but give his sick man a little mooch on his cheek. Freddy looked at him a little left for words after just being in full fledged hate mode, "you're so sweet honey, loving me the way you do, I love you too and I hope you enjoy taking whatever vengeance you want on them. Aww look the mouse is dead already"?

In all seriousness, that’s pretty fucked up.
This whole fic is fucked up.

John looked a little down since he was getting a little hard between been rubbed on his sensitive ass by a nice hard… muscle, and taking some lust in a sick way watching living thing slowly die.

Wait, no. THIS is pretty fucked up.
I just mentioned it a little early! What is WRONG with the author? I’m genuinely worried about him at this point.
I’m more worried for the people AROUND him.

Freddy saw this in John and then he started to think that maybe John might want to take part in his escapades once John got used to seeing people he know being brutally slaughtered. Then taking his long green tongue he gave a long lick all around the back of John's neck causing shivers all over John's body. "Oh my sweet child,

EW, you don’t call your lover “child”!
Are... you unaware that Freddy is a pedo?
But he’s over 18! And that explains a lot...
He’s still in highschool!

her soul is mine forever and there will be others to scare, scare right to death. So don't fret I'll make you forget all about your day and nights so there is only you and me… now open wide".

I don’t like where this is going!
Choke on my cock! CHOKE ON IT!

John obeyed completely aroused opening his mouth eyes closed waiting to feel Freddy's strong lips around his own. However when he opened them he stared right into his mothers eyes who was shaking him like crazy. "John, John, John" she said "wake up the bus is almost here you'll miss school please hurry up get dressed I have everything waiting for you downstairs".

Thank you Mrs. John’s mom. I love you.

John took a long moment with an expressionless look on his face then with a deep frustrated sigh he gave a motion to let his mother know he is getting dressed so shifting his legs he hoped to find a way to hide his now raging boner before he left for school.

Because there’s no way she saw it earlier, when she was shaking him.
Yeah, doesn’t he sleep nude now?

Freddy felt John disappear from his arms, he kissed nothing but open space, looking around frantically he felt empty knowing John had awakened. Right before he was going to fuck his lights completely out,

This author has a tendency to mix up sayings...

Freddy gave a frustrating angry grunt as he took his ungloved hand and grabbed his cock and started gratifying himself. However he just couldn't get it off the thought of John made him slam at the table in rage wanting to tap that tight, warm, quivering sweet ass. Giving a sigh of arousal just by thinking of it, Freddy grinded ground his teeth wishing that John just didn't have to go to school today, after all John never slept at school, always full of energy he was nowadays. Thinking angrily how there was absolutely no way he could get to tap that ass while John was awake… that thought was interrupted by another idea. 'Maybe' Freddy thought 'if he can't come to him… maybe he should go to John'.

Why does Freddy think in third person? “Freddy like John. Freddy want to fuck him”.
I also thought he couldn’t go to people except when they were asleep... didn’t he JUST address that issue? You know, when John disappeared and he got frustrated?

Licking his lips he walked down his realm putting his cock back in his pants having thought of a wicked plan.
John got on the bus to silence hearing rumors of Misty going to the hospital and apparent death,

How has word spread to gossip circles before school even STARTED? Fucking facebook status updates. “Getting killed by Freddy Krueger, gonna be late to school lol”
Bitch don’t be stupid, everyone tweets now.
+1
Nobody gets that joke because nobody uses Google+

John knew defiantly she was and decided not to add any other news to this growing circulation of rumors. He did hear mention of Freddy Krueger by a particular group of students near the front but just slipping his head phones on his ears he relaxed thinking of taking a long peaceful rest. Licking his lips as he thought of waking up tied down with a blade tracing his spine down following by other acts mostly are performed by a long oozing tongue.

That’s not fucking sexy!

Shivering he came back to reality as he noticed the bus stopped at school leaving along with the rest of the students he went to his locker uneventful since most of the school was more preoccupied with Misty's death than anything else. John arrived to first period a little before final bell finding his teacher not there yet, and the class barely there he presumed most left for grief of Misty or were just looking for an excuse to use this tragedy as a free day. Moving to his seat near the third row he was surprised to notice Mr. Bocker was late for class.

”finding his teacher not there yet” “surprised to see Mr Bocker late for class” redundant redundancy!
Obviously Mr. Bocker was getting laid in the teacher’s lounge

Even though Mr. Bocker seemed to be a bit of a drip he was an alright teacher with a punctual schedule. However as John waited it was already ten minutes before Mr. Bocker came in running the hopes of some students looking to ditch due to a fictional 'twenty minute ditching rule'.

That’s... not a fictional rule. At least not at my high school.

Mr. Bocker walked a little stiff as if he was completely wooden on the inside of his unusual pale like skin.

What does one have to do with the other? Walking stiffly doesn’t effect your skin tone...

Dark rims were around his eyes under those glasses of his, John thought he might have been a little more torn up about Misty's death than most teachers.
After the class settled down a bit Mr. Bocker after leaning full weight on the desk quickly and somewhat creepily turned his head quickly towards the class with a wide even creeper grin on his somewhat dead face. "Well class" Mr. Bocker said with a gurgling, crackling edge to his voice, which made John think he was really upset over Mister as Mr. Bocker continued to talk "since this recent… tragedy I will have this class focus on their own studies. Read, discuss projects in small groups, or just relax I don't want everyone to get used to the idea of death before he start class again".
The way Mr. Bocker used those words gained him some questionable stares so after seeing that he struck some kind of nerve he rephrased, "sorry class… I am just a little broken up by Misty's demise. Please excuse me I will be working in my office during class today. So I am hoping you will all be on your best behavior while I am gone".
There was one hand raised by the "m-e-l-v-i-n" of the class Melvin Percy, "but sir" Melvin interjected "we were supposed to have that pop quiz today, and what about last night's assignment".

Fucking Melvin!
Why is Melvin spelled out like that? If the author hadn’t done that, it would have been more clever...
That plus he ends up saying Melvin like six times here in a minute...

Mr. Bocker had an un-amused smile on his face as he said walking stiffly as far as he dared from the desk, "Melvin…" Mr. Bocker said "just being a brown noser. There will be no pop quiz, and yesterday's assignment was a crock. Just enjoy having no work in this class and especially no homework today"! That earned him a quick cheer from the class as Melvin sunk in his desk having been put down for the first time ever by Mr. Bocker.

HMMM... This teacher is acting weird! I wonder if it has anything to do with Freddy’s earlier foreshadowing?!


John was now suspicious Mr. Bocker never had anything but admiration for Melvin's work ethic also he never would throw away a chance for pop quiz and now that he thought Mr. Bocker didn't like Misty in the slightest. She always corrected him and would frequently argue grammar use with him on a regular basis.

You pay attention enough to hear them argue about it, but still haven’t learned the proper grammars?
He’s been too busy being emo and being fucked by Freddy.

Then Mr. Bocker started to walk towards the door using his arms to help get his leg in motion, "oh by the way" Mr. Bocker began as he was starting out, "I need a volunteer to help me in my office". Immediately Melvin raised his hand but Mr. Bocker said heatedly "but your goddamn hand down Melvin".

Best line in this whole fucking fic!

Melvin did so immediately sinking even lower in his seat, some others rose his hand but suddenly he said "oh John, yes John you'll do fine, come I need you to help me in the office".

Teacher is acting weird! Let’s raise our hands to help him! Stupid teenagers!

John found that strange because he didn't raise his hand or gave any indication that he wanted to help but sighing he rose from his seat and followed after Mr. Bocker out the door.
John knew immediately that Mr. Bocker was different as he followed him down the hall to the very end where his office was, being the head of the English department he was granted his own office space. "Thank you for your assistance" Mr. Bocker said somewhat oddly, "it would be a real relief to have you helping me out in there"

Ha ha, get it? Relief? Cuz it’s really Freddy and he needs some sexual relief?! Fuck, that’s funny.
This author is SO SUBTLE.

then opening the door he walked inside John followed unsure. Then as soon as he stepped inside the door slammed shut behind him and it locked itself shut.
John looked back and found the locked and shut on its own.

Because saying things twice makes it happen even better! That door is now locked so good.

John had a feeling this was the work of one individual so half expecting to see a familiar face when he turned around he was confused to see Mr. Bocker there and not (you know who).

Dear sweet Jesus, not lord Voldemort!
Okay A.) We all know it’s Freddy, so cut the bull. And B.) why does the sentence possibly end with “not”? I HATE THIS FIC!

Mr. Bocker however seemed to become more flexible in his movement walking towards him at a faster pace he grabbed John by his neck collar and threw him towards the other end of the room. John almost lost his foot as he staggered uncontrollably towards Mr. Bocker's desk where he know bent down over at unintentionally hoping to stop his staggering. Then before he could move he felt a stronger force come up behind him pinning him in place.

So, how the fuck is Freddy doing this when John isn’t asleep?
Because (spoilers!) the teacher fell asleep!

John tried to struggle against this perverted teacher in a fit, then seeing a letter opener on the desk he grabbed it and gripped it to stab that would be molester in the eye. However before he made a move he heard whispered in his ear in that familiar skin crawling voice "baby, don't you like me holding you down? It always drives you crazy doesn't it"? John tilted his head but still saw Mr. Bocker, John with a flushed but uncertain face said still not understanding what was happening "is that you"? Not wanting to give away Freddy's name in case it was just Mr. Bocker

Because we wouldn’t want your teacher to rape you AND think you couldn’t even remember his name.

but something told him that it wasn't Mr. Bocker sticking that hand down the back of his pants. "Look in the mirror" that wickedly seductive voice said, John obeying tilted his head to his left and saw in the mirror… Freddy moving his ungloved hand around the back of his black jeans, then with insertion he felt a strong push inside his sensitive hole.

...Okay, like I said up there, he’s able to control the teacher’s body cuz the teacher fell asleep. How THAT’S possible, I dunno, but JOHN isn’t asleep so... HOW IS THE MIRROR THING FUCKING POSSIBLE?!
Because (spoilers!) I actually have no fucking clue.

Gasping John looked back to Mr. Bocker and to the mirror image of Freddy and asked trying to sound coherent words as he felt his ass quiver in pleasure, "how are you doing all this?"

Will all our questions finally be answered?!
Nope.

before giving in to Freddy's will. The unfamiliar lips came to his ears and then a voice he held dear to his soul said lustfully "Mr. Bocker didn't have his coffee this morning, so he drifted off before class. So I decided to take his body after I took care of his soul… don't worry John you can have as much pleasure with this body as you want, I won't consider it cheating". John shivered as he felt his pants come down around his legs and another hand which felt like Freddy's wickedly awesome knifed glove start pleasuring his now oozing with pre-cum cock.

And that’s when Freddy cut John’s cock off?

"This morning's session was cut too short... menha (sound of Freddy licking John's ear)

Since that part is still in the quotes, I like to pretend Freddy really said, “sound of Freddy licking John’s ear!”
LOL I didn’t even notice that, that makes this so much better.

so I decided that instead of waiting for you later, I am instead going to take you right now". Then after the finger in his ass left his still contracting opening he heard with a hopeful want a zipper being undone, then a belt buckle, then fabric being pulled down, and finally his own cry of joy.
John felt the cock painfully but more pleasingly go all the way inside of him up till the hilt

It always makes me laugh when I see it called the hilt.

any resistance was forced aside as he felt the muscle infiltrate him.

Infiltration! This is a stealth mission!

John didn't look at that dead beat teachers face as it happened he instead with a fogged look laid his head on the desk cleared away the top and watched moaning as Freddy in the mirror pounded him into a wanting mess. John was not safe anywhere from his heartthrob, not in his dreams, not at school, and especially not when he had to clean that pinkish cum from his insides.

Eeeww. Why is it pink? John’s probably getting like 50 STDs from Freddy.
I think there’s blood in it

John felt like he wasn't getting enough even now of Freddy so grabbing with both his hands in a strong vice grip he pulled the bare ass behind him and pulled it tight against his own. The cock pulsed at this and Freddy's face winced at feeling the cock being squeezed extra tight in John cock sucking ass.
John feeling a surge of erotic energy kicked of his pants

How many times in a row can you take your pants off until they’re REALLY off?
How many times can you say cock in one tiny paragraph? Jesus.

then with no found strength lifted his grasp on the ass so that the body behind him was off its feet. Then moving quickly he went to the mirror and started maneuvering himself and the possessed body of his former teacher to the office floor.

Did he just pick Freddy up with his ass? Using Freddy’s dick as some sort of handle?

Then turning himself around Freddy saw in Mr. Bocker's eyes John sitting on that heated erection. Before Freddy could voice his approval he was hit with an ever flowing wave of lust move was the tip of that cock all the way to his scolding hot hips. John looked in the mirror with a content smile seeing Freddy lying back writhing in convulsions as John moved as fast as he could ride that cock. Even after Freddy came inside that tightened ass he didn't stop even after John himself shot a load onto the floor, the mirror, and Mr. Bocker's face he still didn't stop.
God he has stamina.


John continued for nearly an hour then after feeling something twitched in his entire lower bowels he let out a stifled cry as he nearly let out a bucket load of cum all over Mr. Bocker.

That’s... not where I saw that sentence going.
Why is it always buckets? There are other objects that hold liquids! Why can’t it be a goblet load, or a pitcher full?

Then breathing heavily John looked in the mirror seeing Freddy nearly passed out then after a moment he saw him starting to face then instead of his content lover was a dead Mr. Bocker.

Oh shit what?! John literally fucked the teacher TO DEATH.
I thought John was the one being fucked! I don’t know how gay sex works.

Lifting himself from Mr. Bocker's now soft cock he felt cum pour from his ass down his legs looking now worriedly at the clock he saw in ten minutes before this class was over. Not worrying yet about having his cum all over a dead teacher in his office yet he looked back and saw Mr. Bocker's personal washroom. Walking inside he took some damp toilet paper and his own need for releasing some of that sticky liquid from his guts got himself cleaned in about four minutes.
Leaving the washroom he looked in shock to find, Mr. Bocker gone, along with all that cum walking quickly over to the scene of the crime (sex in a public area).

Or, you know, the worse crime of KILLING A TEACHER!
Killing a teacher... with your ass.

John took his pants and started putting it on as he walked while zipping up his pants to the mirror. Looking intently for a moment he began to see on the other side of its cold smooth surface Freddy. Who was wearing a loving smile and who made John compelled to bring his lips to its surface to feel on the other side Freddy's own in a light kiss.

Can I leave again? I seriously cant take the mushy, loving Freddy bullshit.
I like how, every time you say you want to leave, we’re already at the end.
The gay-ass lovey shit doesn’t happen till the end.

After staring admirably at one another for what seemed like hours John was drawn away from the mirror by hearing the bell ring.

So really only a couple of minutes.
This kid has a terrible sense of time! Bitch needs to get a watch.

Looking back at the mirror right after he saw Freddy now gone, however he knew he would see him again whenever he dreamed and maybe not even then he quickly left the office and went to get his stuff in English class before heading for science.

Don’t fuck around with science! Remember what happened to Misty in the beginning? Science will fucking kill you.

John found his science teacher to be late also but after ten minutes he saw Mr. Loknere walk into the class looking a little stiff. Trying to keep himself from giving a large goofy smile John sat there patiently as Mr. Loknere asked for some help in his office. John couldn't help but raise his hand high and shaking it frantically hoping he would choose him.

Turns out, it wasn’t Freddy that time. That time, it was really Mr. Loknere. And he was on the hunt for ass.

….To Be Continued
Spoil alert: more gay sex!

[Zana]

Oh wow, this is terrible, in every possible way.

[Yaoi Huntress Earth]

Even the mouse-death scene felt a little close to the cockroach death scene.

[Ash]

I'm Dating Freddy Krueger
No Dreams (If My Life Was A Highway This Would Be It)
John winced in pain from his burn wound that covered his entire back.

Oh, look! We’re starting another chapter with TOTAL CONFUSION

John let the nurse disinfect it for the day and then apply for bandages as he let out muffled moans in pain. After that was finished the nurse gave him a sedative to help him sleep.

What kind of school is he going to where the nurse has DRUGS?
The one where no one minds if a couple teachers go missing right in the middle of school

Gladly it took away his ability to dream, he just couldn't face his dream ex-boyfriend.

What happened?! I was all invested in this pairing!
Did we skip a chapter? What the fuck!
This was the next chapter on ff.net!

Sighing as he fell into a deep numb minded sleep as he felt the pain in his back make his nerves to shake from left to right.
He spent most of his time asleep, or thinking when he wasn't being tormented with his parent's daily visits,

I thought his parents were being all nice and awesome now?!
Oh, I see. He’s in a hospital now. Way to go, author. You confused me. AGAIN.

from what he could see Freddy has been torturing them. Making them fear their own shadows thinking they brought it on themselves for letting that happen to John they left gift after gift in hopes to make the demon leave them alone.

Lol we’re totally back in the middle ages now, guys. It’s not like we can take pills to stop from dreaming
The demon is not pleased with your gifts. You must sacrifce a virgin. He doesn’t want these stupid flowers!
He wants children! Preferably good looking males!

Every time he was alone he thought about what caused this, of course the answer was simple. It happened after the day Freddy possessed his teachers and had sex with him. He arrived at school and that was when he was approached by… a girl. She confessed to him and somehow, seduced him,

Silly gay, you’re not supposed to fall for women!
I knew it! He’s not really gay!

it was honestly a onetime thing he didn't even know what caused him to even to that with her but he did and he regretted it immediately after.

Oh, come on! Straight sex isn’t THAT bad...
How would you know?

Then later that night John fell asleep to apologize to Freddy but… Freddy was not happy. He saw the angry, the hate, and the hurt in those eyes. John cried for Freddy for forgiveness but Freddy wouldn't hear of it, John tried to tell him that she got to him on a human level. That she offered him human affection something he genuinely never had before, but that sickened Freddy driving over the edge. John remembered being pushed on his stomach and feeling those one gentle clawed hand slash at his back again and again and again.

Freddy is so nice! He’s GENTLY slicing John’s back open! Repeatedly.

Feeling every sting of pain, every trickle of blood, then as if that wasn't enough in what John knew was purely out of the heat of the moment set fire to Johns back.
"You miserable little wretch you thought I wouldn't care… you pathetic little faggot", John heard Freddy say and that hurt him most of all. He was woken up by his mother who heard his screams and helped him put out the fire then an ambulance call later and he was at the hospital being treated for third degree burns.

So he really liked Freddy’s murderous stuff, and now he’s all burnt up like him? I wonder if this is a developing plot!
You hear about couple starting to look like each other, but this is uncanny!

They used a drug to put him to sleep but he learned after the first time using it that he didn't dream he guessed it must have been the drugs.

Thank god for Hypnocil. Saved me from reading any more gay necrophiliac sex

So he took the time to really think about what he had done. He gave into his foolish human lust and weaknesses, and then lost the most important part of his live that is what he had done. John knew he wasn't work anything now more than ever, he just screwed up his whole life.

That’s what you get! Women are eeeevil!

Slamming his fist into his bed he sat up and started pulling at his hair, grunting in rage. Then feeling he hadn't been punished enough thought about the most painful thing he could do, and then he felt the twitch in his back from moving around. So he waited till lunch came then after the nurse left he tore off his bandages took his fork and went into the bathroom. There he turned around tilted his head so he could see himself in the mirror then started to engraving his repentance on his back.

...With a fork.

Freddy was made as hell first when John woke up before he could make him his forever. He was going to kill John but that was purely because he wanted him to be his body and soul, and since his body was violated he wanted the soul. Then once he was dead all would be forgiven they could be together always he would after doing his various acts upon the people of Elm Street would take his leisure time with John. Making John experience all the forms of spiritual ecstasy however that mother of his woke him up and he had to wait for John to fall asleep again before he could take his soul.

This entire part really doesn’t make any sense.
This whole story doesn’t make sense!

However they gave him a drug that seems to keep him from dreaming making him powerless to see John,

What happened to taking over other people?
There’s LOTS of sleeping people in hospitals... but no, let’s not do that, that’d be too easy and make too much sense.

torturing John's parents as punishment for letting that happen was not as satisfying as he wanted it to be, neither was killing people in their dreams. He still did it but he couldn't get the imagination needed to do anything more than slash their guts out. After his latest victim Jen Clarkson, being the 'slut' who seduced his poor John Freddy started to get a little worried. Those burns wouldn't take so long to cure

You mean the third degree burns? The ones that tend to never heal? Yeah, they’ll heal in no time. Right, Freddy? OH WAIT.
Hey, hey, Freddy knows all about those.

so one day he decided to peer in on John by possession a sleeping doctor.

Why not just do that in the first place?!

Once taking care of that soul being in the way he went to check on John and see if he can't get him off what is keeping him from dreaming. Then if he still felt like doing it, he would in what he would say 'kill the cheating cock sucker'.
That makes Freddy sound like a foreign tourist in America. “I want to, how you say, kill cheating cock sucker?”
Freddy will forever have a Russian accent now, thanks to you


He had to suspiciously ask for his room number which only added on to his odd stiff walking and his hallow wicked eyes. Freddy however found the body more maneuverable than the other bodies he possessed and was able to make it to John's room.

Why? I bet that would make a more interesting story than whatever is coming next.

Where he found with no difficulty but once inside he didn't find John. Asking around he learned that John was dead, bled out a few hours ago, apparently he just sliced up his back burst a vein and died quickly.

THE END.
I thought he was, like, writing things on his back, not just cutting himself. Why not just slice his wrists while he was at it?
I also don’t know of any major arteries in your BACK...
The ones that are easily accessible by a fork, duh.

That made Freddy sick in that body, puking up all the stomach contents, then some blood, then everything else inside that body.

Er...
He turned inside out! COOL!

Leaving once the body was beyond use back to his dream world to find out where John's soul went.
John saw nothing but a long black environment with a long highway made of blacker things than the world around him was, it seemed endless but after trying to figure out what happened to him among other things he just walked down that lonely road.

What happened to him? He killed himself, that’s what! What did he think the fork was going to do?

Confused, he couldn't remember his name, his hopes, dreams, and love it seemed to be getting colder though as he kept walking. His face felt wet and half frozen as if his back was drenched with oozing fluids but it soon began to freeze. John didn't know anything more than breathing, the tinge of memory that told his mind to try and think so he could remember anything, and to walk down that highway. The atmosphere was getting colder as soundless wind blew down on him, making him slower, making him thirsty, and causing him to shake as the heat left his body.
For many years what was John walked down that road unable to do anything but breathe and moving ever slower till he was little more than a dragged out shuffle.

But really it had only been a couple of minutes
He’s just a really whiny bitch with no sense of time!

Eventually after the first few days

First it was years, now it was days?

what was John lost all feeling in its form.
It did feel something eventually when it dragged itself into something solid. A missive black gate, where on the door as a little window which opened into a strange red colored domain. From the door a winged creature, with horns, around the height and weight of a starving housecat with vicious claws and sharp teeth, the creature's voice was foreign to the dragging form as it spoke.

No no, do NOT ruin the Cheshire Cat! I will FUCK YOUR SHIT UP!

However it soon understood the creature talk in its bone snapping voice "well you, are you coming in or do you wish to turn around and walk all the way around"? The form that used to be John couldn't spoke but listened as he tried to raise his stiff and frozen in place neck. "You go back and you'll walk till you disappear from existence" the creature said "at least in here you'll be kept warm, maybe painful but it's better than nothing you know. You get a free meal before being put with the rest a kind of last meals for the damned. Come in the fires are warm and from what the looks of it you may need some thawing".
Food, warmth, feelings were tempting offers made to someone who forgot all of them long ago but still remember having a full stomach, being comfortably in a place away from the dead chill, and being in pain is better than nothing.

How does he remember that if he doesn’t remember ANYTHING?
He was so fucking emo, he just remembers!

So with that logic John wished to enter, the creature thought so and opened to gate allowing John to walk right inside. Then after his form disappeared into the red abyss the gate shut, sounding out a clanking final sound which sounded onto the highway unheard from the outside of its black solitarily.
…To Be Concluded
Authors Notes: This fic was supposed to have longer chapters; I actually made a layout of the story and planned a sequel after this fic also.

Something I’ll also be mocking
Do you ever wonder if these authors see us making fun of their stuff? I hope they do!
HEY, BUDDY. Please stop writing.
Lol he’ll never stop

The reason I guess this chapter is so short is I wrote what I had down and that was that, however I guarantee the next chapter will be better than the last four put together with all the Nightmare on Elm street films and a chocolate Sunday… to Freddy slash fans.

lol the author thinks this story is good. That’s cute.
If written well, I could be a Freddy slash fan. Considering how this was written so far, I am not hopeful.

[Ash]

Okay guys, this is the last chapter of the fic. I’m glad you’ve stuck with it so far, so don’t worry, the pain is almost at an end!
At least until the sequel!
Why did you have to remind me?
Why did you have to submit me to these horrors?!
Shut up, you only have to do this last chapter, then you’re done.

What Did You Expect LoveTo Be?
Just like the title implies what did you expect love to be,

It doesn’t “imply” it, if it literally says it.

a charming fairytale with love always singing that last important note at the end of any ballad. Where the power of love stood for the righteous and good, even if the lovers are the foils of all our desperate society we turn on our souls to accept the union. Love is to be expected to be a joyful ending where the birds sing and the lovers live together in any existence life or death. Even in the final sacrifice if one dies or both of them meet the ashes of all others they are given applause on how beautiful it was, but it's not.

...What the fuck is going on?! WHERE’S MY GAY SEX?!

Cold hard is the final pitfall of love where love blooms comes the foot of all things moveable to tread on it till life is smashed into the ground. The only reason it's allowed to bloom up once more is to be beaten, bruised, and decayed once more that is the meaning of "replay value".
IT'S ALL A LIE,

EVERYTHING IS A LIE!
I thought the gay buttsex was gay, but now we’re delving into...poetry? Bleh!

when the movie fades to it's darken moments and the dawn as settled there is nothing left but the world. Where life a used existence from the land we live off of to the air we breathe and the investment of the quality that is the human experience is either burned alive with a corpse or stuck in a hole. Not to mention the ones that rot in some god forsaken place where even the beast with its nine head can't feed off of your corroded flesh.

What... does any of this even mean? Seriously, what the hell is going on?
Wait, what? What beast has nine heads? A hydra? And why is your skin corroding? I thought only metal corroded, so unless you’re Victor Von Doom, or Colossus...

Be damned we all are when we meet that final door in a final war of a life ever after eternal damnation of pain and sadism or servitude and pale dead emotions. That is what love is its only a distraction something to keep you from cut cutting wrists and beating your heads against the walls leaving what mark you're going to leave behind. So don't fool your ignorant little heads, let the flood waters just drown down upon you let those tears rip your heart.

Get it? Tears? Rip? Oh, ho ho!

Do this because love isn't what it is supposed to be, because believe it or not I seen it with my own eyes such a scene. The demon Freddy master of nightmares and the patron of revenge for his condition fell in love with a mortal.

This sentence doesn’t make sense with all this purple prose and funny wording

Who was emotional damaged so much so he was seduced by a women the vanity of the human race, she was under the influence of a group of high school elites. These elites plotted to dominate these two in their sick games leaving the male mortal and lover of Freddy unsure of his love for the demon

It was all just a plot?! It all makes sense now! The author really is just crazy..
But I thought what John and Freddy had was SPESHUL
Special ED maybe...

However he was drugged by three men of this six mortal group who drugged him and got him riled for sex with any female, if only that sex lasted. The female was not too knowledgeable for three females members of this foul group made her thing that the mortal was a hopeful for her affection.

I don’t even know what the fuck. His stupid poetry is so bad it’s confusing me.
Really, though, the entire fic is like this, only not as many big fancy words. ...And more buttfucking

This eventually led to their union this caused Freddy to be spurred by his mortal lover and he showed his wraith upon him and the misguided women.
The truth was soon discovered since all things are put into the mind and the mind speaks in dreams Freddy soon heard in his realm the truth and became distraught for driving his mortal lover to suicide. Doing vengeance on those students and soon upon all those in the high school in a parade of seemingly endless massacres, which finally left him alone for he couldn't find a reason to kill.

What more of a reason do you need, other than it’s fun?
Freddy killed EVERYBODY? The coolest part of the story, and you didn’t even go into detail?

The dream demon tried finding motivation for killing but none could be found and it soon weakened him beyond any salvation in his power to find.

Didn’t the demons that made Freddy into a demon, said he had to kill or they would kill HIM? I remember something like that...

Freddy soon will disappear and his lover is now learning the fine points of hell first hand.
"Wait a minute" said someone I never recognized before, as he walked in on my telling of this fantastic tale. "Fantastic tale… you ruined it you dink".

The story is so bad, it made a new character so it could mock itself! You DINK.

I of course hadn't ruined the story in the slightest just told what really happened…
"what are you talking about" this obnoxious person said.

Wait, I thought they were both obnoxious. Which is which?!

"You were almost going to just write and love is… not to mean anything. THE END? Who the hell let you in my writing study to begin with?" of course the obnoxious big mouth spoiler hadn't realized…
"OH! BIG MOUTH SPOILER GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STUDY"!

Ohmygodwhat’sgoingon?!?!

Of course he hadn't realized that the story was almost done "no it isn't"
…ITS ALMOST DONE… "NO IT IS NOT!"
Now for me to finish by writing, THE EN…. "No you don't give me that pen you son of a…"
Fuck you fagot.
"Yaoi hating garbage talker".

...I think this little two sentence exchange is the best part

Hair brained lunatic.
"You throw a punch like a dairy farmer"
How appropriate you fight like a cow.

Now I’m picturing two cows fighting! MOO! Fuck you, MOO!

"Groin kicking money style (battle cry) aaaiiiieeeee aaa"!

Somehow, this is WORSE than the fic. WORSE.

Oooowwwwwcchhhh fuck… fuck… fuck.
"Get you pin faced head out of here you… and don't left me catch your cenobite here again".

Oh no. Please don’t tell me that’s who I think it is...

-'Okay I am going… fag'-
"That's it"
-'Girly screams'-
Now the recently returned and incredible sexy Mister Five triumphantly returns to his study chair and begins setting right the wrongs some 'pinhead' sixth dimension basket case had done.

...ARUGH!!! RUIN FUCKING EVERYTHING WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!

"Hello ladies and gentlemen… quite possible mostly ladies, I have been derailed awhile now due to a series of things. One dealing with a puzzle box, leather sadist demons, a couple of copy right infringement cases, pirate style buccaneer fights, and surprisingly enough a quest appearance by Cher.

...”I just recently watched Hellraiser! I’m so cool!”
”I watch horror movies! I’m so goth! You don’t even know.” *hair flip*

However I am not going into the details, unless you would like to read a fic coming out soon 'Will There Ever Be A Gay Rainbow – Mister Fives personal fight for truth, justice, and the Gay way of life'.

Someday, I hope I will get the chance to run you over.

That will be coming right after I put this fic right. Apparently someone got mad because I won't write a fic about them! So now that is out of the way let's observe once again Freddy Kruger once again".
(Clears Authors throat – crack fingers)
The following fic is a copyright of another entity and I do not own or have permission to use characters, name, and places in said fic. However I am using them namely for a non-profit with no financial or otherwise tangible gain under the international copyrights of the date June 13, 2010.
I'm Dating Freddy

So yeah, that entire fucking thing? That was just the author’s notes. It’s four pages in Word. FOUR FUCKING PAGES!

I Am Getting Done Anything and Everything To Save You

Or, How Freddy Suicided.

Freddy Krueger like previously stated was fading now lying in his once vivid domain of all things that embodied his evil nature. From the nearly out boilers which once were enflamed in passion,

Or from the dead bodies he lit on fire.

from the atmosphere that was felt like they could burn your flesh off or freeze you to the point of shattering from the faintest sound. Now it was silent except for a low tapping of Freddy's dull, rusty finger blades, as he sat down on his now crumpling throne looking around feeling only the faintest trace of thought in his ethereal skull.
Tilting his head back he led the down pour of shame and regret mutilate his already deformed body. Opening his eyes he looked around and saw his environment the once lair of the might demonic fiend that kept all awake in fear that he'd tear the soul from his bodies. However without any new souls and no attempt to get any has began to drain him, and with his powers weakened all his previously obtained souls escaped his clutches. Leaving him to sink into non-existence… as the fires of his furnace got dimmer and dimmer.
Silence ensnared his realm and as the darkness was coming to claim him he just let out one coherent thought from his now near non-existent mind 'it ends now… I wish Jo…' though the thought ended before it was intended to end.

This is ultra boring, sorry guys
It feels like it was dragging on and on, but it wasn’t even half of a page.
This was worse than that one JTHM/Squee fic I mocked where it was NOTHING BUT INTERNAL BULLSHIT

By a blood chilling scream… Freddy opened his eyes wide as he recognized the screams of fear. It's not until a beast tastes flesh that it realizes how hungry it really is standing up he felt the cold around him irritate his scares.

Freddy ain’t scared of nuthin’!

Those scares once thought numb were now coming alive with a pulse of excitement in his system as his blood started to boil over his form.
As the screams got loud Freddy tried testing his legs once near the brink of shattering into pieces now took new strength in a full jog down his dimly lit halls. Every step he took brought him closer to that scream which made the fires inside of him light the furnaces.

Aside from being as poorly written as all the other chapters, this is about five times as interesting! Things are happening!

Burning, fire, burning on the fire of the dying, burning on the fires of the once dead, it burned anew as flame danced out now of their prison bars seeking to consume anything in its ever consuming form.

To sum it up: “Everything is on fire”

Alive now, a long downfall nearly ended him but a sudden surge of the scent made him eager for the hunt, the taste of the prey, and the instinctual nature to go after more until existence ended in an endless void.
Then almost by surprise his sights caught a running figure down a long hallway with fires stretching out to consume her slim form clothes in a floating white garb, with blonde flowing hair trailing behind her as she looked behind her seeking some kind of escape. However looking towards her way of movement she stopped dead looking behind her again and back at the intimidating Freddy afraid feeling the tug of the tiger at her heels and the wolf at her throat, Freddy savored the taste of her fear.

If this wasn’t so poorly written, this would actually be cool
Compared to the rest of this fic, it actually IS cool.

Before he moved in for the kill however as he closed in the paralyzed victim he saw an unfamiliar figure in the darkness of the fumes spewing from the furnaces.
"This bitch his mine…" Freddy said menacingly feeling the hunger burning his gut.
"I am yours too" the figure said in the fumes.

OH SHIT, WHO’S THIS GUY?!

The figure looked at the one he long adored and never forgot the slightest detail about in those long years alone walked into the light of the burning fire.

It was just getting good, and it looks like we’re getting back into the sappy love shit.
Okay bye guys! Wait, no... it’s almost over.

Freddy could only begin to process the figure he saw nearly completely changed but he knew who it was standing there… John.

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!

"I have come back Freddy" John said with a sharp grin of his new identity as he came forward. To close the gap between the two grabbing the shrieking victim by her long hair pulling her along with him towards his still dumbfounded lover.
Freddy wasn't sure how to proceed he wanted too much to just go back to the way things were but he did something inexcusable to someone he loved and now that same person has come back.
Leaving him for a loss of words and for that matter any idea that he was just standing there with his mouth open like a moron, but John had changed a lot.

He grew some balls?

For one matter John's skin was black as the darkest pitch with scales that reflected blood red from the furnace fires off its slight surface. His eyes remained the same except for a shimmering depthless red pupil that shone even in the dark. His teeth were like a serpents with his tongue, his hair was longer and wrapped itself gently around his waist, showing in a backdrop of beautiful black his new manly build. Of twisted and corded monstrous muscles with the same serpent like skin, his tongue was forked and long which whipped the air with its harsh twitch of its ribbon like appearance. Blood red and slipper red as it slid out of John's mouth through his closed lips to slides itself over Freddy's face. The taste of sweet, sour, almonds tickled his senses.

Not the almonds again! Noooooo!
Mmm... tastes like that sweet and sour sauce from that Hung Far Lo down the street.

Besides all of that John had the same face which Freddy reached out and touched to feel that nonjudgmental soothing soul punch the muscles on his hand as it touched his body. Freddy also viewed below the waist find John naked, and very endowed with a long hard penis, although it was a snake penis. (If you don't know what one looks like Google it and imagine it fifty times bigger in length and girth on a really big snake).

Dude, no! What’s wrong with you?!
Goddamn it, now I’m curious.
Don’t snakes have two penis...es?
... yes. What has been seen, cannot be unseen.

Freddy felt his manliness being wounded as he crossed his legs

Aw, Freddy has a case of tiny dick.

but an aggressive grope found his cock and squeezed it "Freddy… don't be embarrassed this is very important to me… I will want to swallow this later… but first… let's eat this bitch".

Um... how about you just eat the bitch, but not have nasty gay sex?

Holding onto her in a tight unwavering grip he took her hair with his free hand and put it in her mouth motioning Freddy that he had an evil but romantic idea in mind.

I don’t like where this is going

Freddy with understanding nod and an approving smirk took the girls feet and put it to his lips.
Then opening each other's mouths wide in an inhuman stretch of jaws they began devouring the screaming victim into their bottomless innards. Then as their lips met they closed their mouths biting her into two swallowing her half's and closing their mouths around in a passionate kiss sharing her innards and bodily fluids in a deep lock of tongues.

Aw, just like Lady and the Tramp! That’s so... disgusting...
Damnit! I’m trying to eat my dinner!

Savoring each other's taste and the blood of the girl in their mouths they swallowed hard and broke lips.
Freddy was in complete awe at how his sex drive seemed to stiffen his hips and cause him to jerk in response to the vibration of the energies John sent down his system.
Freddy however got back to a nagging question that came back into mind "John" uttering the question aloud as he let those strong arms hold him against that soothing snake skin "how did you come back? And like this"?

Coming up next, a convoluted, far-fetched answer!
So now Freddy is gonna be the bitch? I ESPECIALLY don’t like where this is going!

The question was easily answered and accepted "I made a deal with the boss down in Hell; he was easy to talk too actually. I agreed to serve him and provide him with souls for damnation if I can come back to be with you. This new form is a way to let everyone know I am from his spawn by taking his original form. I would have come sooner Freddy but in order for me to come to this transformation I needed to be absorbed by the boss he had to fuck my mother.

I guess it isn’t as far-fetched as it is total nonsense.
UH...

Nine months I was born I then had to grow up and strong enough by feeding on souls to enter your realm all the while feeling you slip away. For eighteen years Freddy I felt you give up but I didn't I did everything I could do and more I finally managed to come back to you and found redemption in the master's service for my sins. So before I left I decided to give me parents the peace they deserved for all the years of love…

Wait... What?
lol let’s change the back story! Remember what happened before? Yeah, that didn’t happen!
Well Satan had to fuck his mom so... maybe they raised him again?

especially for trying to kill me as a newborn spawn, and once I got strong enough I got you something to feed upon to get strong again. Now that you're strong again I am going to make good on what I said earlier".

Now get on your knees, bitch.

Freddy was going to say something more but he felt his pants fall down around his ankles before he even realized what happened and seeking John's head disappear below his waste

I’d shit myself too if I was in this fanfic.

he felt a unbelievably strong vacuum try and rip his cock off. Freddy's ass jerk backwards as a moist clamp pleasure his cock, and made him put his full weight on John's shoulder trying to keep from falling over. Giving off muffled moans he was so out of practice in sex he nearly emptied himself into John's constricting throat.

CHOKE ON MY COCK!

Panting in tired joy at his orgasm Freddy let himself rest on John a little more before he was put on all fours to the ground. Then before he could react a slimly spike like muscle opened his backside allowing a cock with the girth of an adult wrist enter him and push its way into his guts.

...I don’t... I... oh god

Feeling the muscle slide in stimulating his sensitive cock which shot a stream of cum from its pulsing head, and with little resistance and with such quickness felling the waist

Since he finally managed to spell ‘waist’ right, I’m going to assume he really did mean ‘waste’ all those other times.

of his lover whack his backside made him give a teary eyed groan.
It was a groan full of pain and caused him to shake in desperation as he prayed that his John now having dominated him to the role of servant begged his master for mercy.

NO NONONO! I can take the nasty sex scenes, I can take John being a whiney little shit. I can even take Freddy being OOC lovey, dovey bullshit. But this is too far!
I’m not even really paying attention, anymore. Just like that time I quit early! But I’m staying, in case it gets less... butt-sex-y.

John was still full of love so he made his cock a normal acceptable size for Freddy standards for the sole purpose of making him satisfied.

This is the only time you’ll hear of a guy making his dick smaller to make his partner happy.

Making his cock jab at his prostate John pushed himself against it so hard it made Freddy's ass squeeze his cock which shot out a humid liquid.

A HUMID liquid? I don’t think that word means what you think it means.

Freddy exhaling as he felt his torso shake gave up to exhaustion and let warm strong arms hold him teary eyed from being turned into a sex slave by that powerful once human who evolved into a dominating demonic spawn of the great evil.
Well after that Freddy and John settled down and just satisfied themselves to slaughtering the kids of Elm Street to fit with Freddy's motive.

So they jerked it while killing people? ...That’s actually pretty tame for this fic

The eventually gave way to thirty movie sequels where they terrorized eight generations of kids. Eventually copyright issues ended the series but that never stopped the nightmare.

Sir! We have a breach of the fourth wall!

Nightmares are actually pretty stimulating they let us know our greatest fears, our worries, and long gone painful memories. Nightmares are often wished never to be dreamed and if dreamed ended as soon as they being. However I write for myself when I state that I hope this nightmare never ends and of course it never did.

Does... this mean that Mr. Five thinks he’s really Freddy’s boyfriend?

THE END…? OR IS IT?
After Fic Party.

No... please no.

Craven moves over to the food table next to Mister Five with an eager look on his face.

!!!NO! GET OUT OF THERE, WES!

Craven "oh excuse me"
Purposely bumping into Mister Five.
Craven "hey Mister Five I didn't know you'd be here how you been".

Oh, you know, fucking dead bodies again.

Mister Five "it's my after fic party Wes"
Mister Five says looking somewhat annoyed by Craven's need for his attention.

...Maybe we should switch the names around. I think that would make more sense. Here, I’ll do it for you.

CravenMr. Five "hey hey… yeah I was hoping you read my lasted project".
Mister Five Craven"I don't like it"
CravenMr. Five "come on it's a good idea why not turn it into a fic moviecome on man. I been asked by at least eight authors at fanfiction to write this yaoi slash flick and I told them flat out 'no Mister Five Craven is the man for this'".
Mister Five Craven"First of all Craven Mr Five stick to horror film'sfan fics your ideas for yaoi fic horror moviewould cause Thriller to go out of style at the nearest graveyard".

is this kid writing a dialog where he’s saying Craven is a yaoi writer? And he’s basically saying “I’m better than Wes Craven”?

Craven Mr Five"oh come on name one thing wrong with it".
Mister FiveCraven turns around and raises his forefinger.
Mister Five Craven"one you don't have any sex scenes Grammer besides some heavy petting periods… readers expect a little more than a generous hand job lack of commas from a loved one author. Two you pairing sucks I mean Pinhead from Hellraiser and Willy Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate factory, I mean what's the connection man.

Now THAT would make an interesting fic
Everlasting gobstoppers, anybody?
In all seriousness, this is really stupid.

And lastly I don't think Pinhead would meet the criteria for any yaoi fic since in reality he is a glorified jerk off with no moral taste for homosexual erotica.

Are you seriously talking about morals? In your necrophillia fic?

Or something homely like yaoi so don't come here and ask me to do a project no one else would touch with the stick the Who's down in Whoville used to poke the Grinch".

This is so gay

Craven Mr. Five "you could have just said you didn't like it and left it at that".
Craven Mr Five walking away with his head hung down.
Mister Five Craven rolling his eyes sighs.
Mister Five Craven "okay Wes Five give me the script I'll write it".
Craven Mr Five "No".
Mister Five Craven "Come on CravenFive".
Craven Mr Five "No you don't mean it".
Mister Five Craven "give me the fucking script".
Craven Mr Five "Okay! Thanks man"!
Mister Five Craven sighs as he scans the script.
Mister Five Craven"ugh this is going to take up some time. Sigh… hm maybe if I make some tweeks here and here. Ah-ha. I am a genius! This will work perfectly".

And that’s when he put it through the paper shredder.

The Members of Ah-Ha come over "did you call use Mister FiveCraven".

What the fuck. Thank god this is finished.

Mister Five Craven "uhhh… yes I was wondering if you guys wanted to work with me on a project by Wes Craven". Nope, go back to whatever you were doing.
Ah-Ha lead singer "Yeah sure you need a soundtrack".
Mister Five "nah I just need someone to fill in the role of Pin Head for this project".
Ah-Ha lead guitar "can't you ask the man in person".
Mister Five flashes back to Pin Head giving him a flow job but accidently piercing his cock.
Mister Five "we had a rough falling out",
Fades Out.

THE END

[Ash]

This is where my computer became retarded and double posted.

This post has been edited by Ash: Aug 28 2011, 11:04 PM