[The kick lands, and Freddy doubles over with a rusty and rattling wheeze, holding his stomach. His shoulders quiver with barely suppressed laughter. He’s still making the sound when he looks up at Quentin, grinning like he’s managed to pull the most fantastic prank on him. Like it’s a joke just between the two of them no one else would ever be able to understand — just them.
He’s still laughing when he straightens back up and continues to stride toward Quentin, all slow and casual and downright pleasant, a nice big smile that shows off each one of his rotten teeth. Some of them have chipped away to almost nothing; others are jagged, whittled down to cannibal points.
When he opens his arms to Quentin, it isn’t just a gesture: it’s an invitation. Quentin could run if he wants, but where can he go? The wind howls as if to underscore this point, blasting fresh snow around them.
“Keep that up and you’re gonna get spanked.”
Freddy’s blades flash silver as they twitch at his side, swishing with the rapid click-clip of a well-sharpened pair of scissors.
“What would your father say, hmmm.” And his raspy voice drops an octave in delicious, salacious excitement, like he has a secret he can’t wait to share with Quentin, sing-songing. “I’m gonna tell on you.”]
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He’s still laughing when he straightens back up and continues to stride toward Quentin, all slow and casual and downright pleasant, a nice big smile that shows off each one of his rotten teeth. Some of them have chipped away to almost nothing; others are jagged, whittled down to cannibal points.
When he opens his arms to Quentin, it isn’t just a gesture: it’s an invitation. Quentin could run if he wants, but where can he go? The wind howls as if to underscore this point, blasting fresh snow around them.
“Keep that up and you’re gonna get spanked.”
Freddy’s blades flash silver as they twitch at his side, swishing with the rapid click-clip of a well-sharpened pair of scissors.
“What would your father say, hmmm.” And his raspy voice drops an octave in delicious, salacious excitement, like he has a secret he can’t wait to share with Quentin, sing-songing. “I’m gonna tell on you.”]