[ His breath hitches in a panic, trying to pull his foot up from the snow and get away from the growing pool of blood beneath him. Both hands grasping at his leg then trying to pull his shoe off and ditch it- he almost does, getting halfway out before his leg is grabbed and causes him to scream and fall over. His other foot kicking at the hand then at the figure hauling itself out from the pool of blood like a bug crawling out from the soil. ]
Let go of me!
[ Krueger takes his time, of course, like he has all of it in the universe. He's immortal. Death didn't matter to him even before this place. If he can keep you asleep, he has forever. Quentin, in opposition, acts like he never has any time left. Everything is always quick and desperate in the dreams. He can take slow cautious movements but they're still movements. He tries to never be still. Because he'll get far worse than death with the slightest hesitation.
Quentin's been avoiding him for what must be a while now. His methods of cutting sleep completely out here are effective. Far better than it would be in the real world. The constantly cycle of rejuvenation here keeps him from having to worry about full consequences. What will happen if he downs nothing but pills for days on end? Doesn't matter. He'll be back to his defaulted state after a trial. He never hits that sweet spot where his brain shuts down and he goes full comatose. He sleeps just enough to not hit the dream. Or passes out in a trial with Susie, where Freddy can't go. It had to catch up with him eventually. Other people tap into his supply now.
The smile is met with a quivering bottom lip and a flash of pure fear before his pupils dilate and he's trying to look anywhere but at him for something. Anything. He crawls backwards on his elbows when Freddy takes that first step and then scrambles to get on his own, slipping in the slick blood and ice. Hands coated in blood and snow and slick with saliva from Krueger's first trick, along with the intense throbbing of a self-inflicted bite on his finger. He slips, once, twice and still unable get complete purchase to steady himself just settles for kicking Freddy in the crotch once he gets closer. ]
No! Go back in the puddle! [ He inhales sharply and yells as loud as he can ] -ASHLEY! [ Where is he? Wake him UP. WAKE HIM UP. ]
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Let go of me!
[ Krueger takes his time, of course, like he has all of it in the universe. He's immortal. Death didn't matter to him even before this place. If he can keep you asleep, he has forever. Quentin, in opposition, acts like he never has any time left. Everything is always quick and desperate in the dreams. He can take slow cautious movements but they're still movements. He tries to never be still. Because he'll get far worse than death with the slightest hesitation.
Quentin's been avoiding him for what must be a while now. His methods of cutting sleep completely out here are effective. Far better than it would be in the real world. The constantly cycle of rejuvenation here keeps him from having to worry about full consequences. What will happen if he downs nothing but pills for days on end? Doesn't matter. He'll be back to his defaulted state after a trial. He never hits that sweet spot where his brain shuts down and he goes full comatose. He sleeps just enough to not hit the dream. Or passes out in a trial with Susie, where Freddy can't go. It had to catch up with him eventually. Other people tap into his supply now.
The smile is met with a quivering bottom lip and a flash of pure fear before his pupils dilate and he's trying to look anywhere but at him for something. Anything. He crawls backwards on his elbows when Freddy takes that first step and then scrambles to get on his own, slipping in the slick blood and ice. Hands coated in blood and snow and slick with saliva from Krueger's first trick, along with the intense throbbing of a self-inflicted bite on his finger. He slips, once, twice and still unable get complete purchase to steady himself just settles for kicking Freddy in the crotch once he gets closer. ]
No! Go back in the puddle! [ He inhales sharply and yells as loud as he can ] -ASHLEY! [ Where is he? Wake him UP. WAKE HIM UP. ]