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2481 pages, fanfic
First published June 2, 2018
"his paw swept in from behind and slammed it shut. She turned impatiently to face him “I don’t have time for this, Freddy.”
“Then don’t argue, You’d better come back with release papers.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Again, she tried to lift the door.
Again, he banged it down “Prove to me,” he said in a soft, ominous growl, “that you care about your safety, Ana. Or be prepared for the lengths to which I will go to keep you safe.”
Faust was still there, only somewhat less formally dressed, sitting beside her bed and watching her monitors.She didn’t think she said anything, but it was a dream and he looked at her anyway. “Are you awake?” he asked in that detached, distracted way of his. She nodded. “No,” he said, brushing the hair back from her brow. “No, you’re dreaming. I see you dreaming. You’re quite safe, you know, when you dream of me.” She nodded again, comforted, and drowsed to the feel of his thin, cool fingers tracing every line of hurt carved into her face.
“Ana, will you do something for me?” he inquired. “Here, in your dream, where it doesn’t really matter.” She mumbled something vaguely affirmative. Her throat hurt too much to form words.
He understood and suddenly his face swept in close as he leaned over her. His voice—Freddy’s voice—was a thunder in her skull, a whisper in her ear: “Tell me who did this to you.”