[Something in the snow catches Quentin by the foot. It holds him in place, gripping his shoe tightly as a pool of blood starts to form under the remains of his phone and the still-twitching pieces of tongue strewn around the ground. They sink down into the puddle like rocks and disappear with a nasty squelch.
The shape in the snow takes form as it uses Quentin's leg to pull itself out of the puddle. A hand formed out of solid blood wraps itself around his ankle. It's joined by a second hand, then the rest of the arm it's connected to. The figure uses Quentin's ankle and the ground for leverage as it hauls itself up out of the puddle, pulling him closer as it crawls forward.
It takes its time getting to its feet like it has all the time in the world. Technically, it does. Hours could go by in a dream without a second passing in the waking world. Years, too. In here, they have nothing but time.
"So much for the cat and mouse bullshit."
Freddy Krueger's smile unfolds on his face like a gash as he looks down at Quentin. He opens his arms wide as he takes an easy step forward, then another, as if preparing to welcome Quentin home with an embrace.
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The shape in the snow takes form as it uses Quentin's leg to pull itself out of the puddle. A hand formed out of solid blood wraps itself around his ankle. It's joined by a second hand, then the rest of the arm it's connected to. The figure uses Quentin's ankle and the ground for leverage as it hauls itself up out of the puddle, pulling him closer as it crawls forward.
It takes its time getting to its feet like it has all the time in the world. Technically, it does. Hours could go by in a dream without a second passing in the waking world. Years, too. In here, they have nothing but time.
"So much for the cat and mouse bullshit."
Freddy Krueger's smile unfolds on his face like a gash as he looks down at Quentin. He opens his arms wide as he takes an easy step forward, then another, as if preparing to welcome Quentin home with an embrace.
"Come to daddy."]