Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke was unfamiliar with both of these feelings, except he was basically using his hands, and now he's in contact with his whole body.

That feeling... is hard to say.

Nevertheless, he had some leeway to observe Quentin's reaction.

In reality, Quentin should have been choked by this fluidy liquid, but now he's still in a coma.

Did Freddy's showy attack fail due to Quentin's coma, inability to receive the stimulus in the nightmare, or poor reception?

Luke's mind spinning fast, but the sludge seemed to be gone forever, and his body sank constantly downwards.

On the other hand, Nancy felt suffocated as soon as she sank into the sludge.

That greasy stain poured wildly from her mouth and nose, and the strong stench and bloody smell made her go to hell.

That feeling is almost like falling into a dung pit.

It seemed to be a long and seemingly brief moment, and her body had fallen in the muddy pool, and her eyes had become slightly brighter from darkness.

She glanced at her eyes and felt herself fall into a soft bed, her eyes everywhere, a black and red bloody stain was quickly retracting, instantly turning back to the gray and white ceiling.

Is this... your own bedroom?

Nancy looked down and found herself wearing a T-shirt and jeans that turned into a white dress for children.

Her face changed dramatically.

The style and color of the dress is familiar to her.

That's the dress the little girl she dreamed of wearing, and that little girl was supposed to be herself in Badham Kindergarten when she was a kid.

“Three! Two! One!" With a low voice, the door of the room opened.

Freddy's figure leaned against the door and his claws knocked on the door, making a resolute knock: “I'm coming in, little Nancy. ”

“No, don't come over.” Nancy muttered in fear.

Freddy approached him hey hey hey: “Your eyes say no! No, my mouth answers well! All right!”

During the conversation, he stretched out his paws and bounced towards the side of the bed. Nancy's struggling limbs were immediately bound by an invisible rope and held wide apart on the bed.

“Please, please, don't!” Nancy is in total despair.

Freddy jumped into bed in an elegant position, lying beside her, holding her head in his left hand, probing under the steel paw of his right hand, and pressing his sharp, cold paw against her slippery calf, slowly sliding up.

Nancy felt terrified and seemed to be bleeding from her calves as her toes rubbed slightly against her skin.

In fact, her calf showed only a few slight white scratches.

Freddy's paws continued up, lifting the corner of the white dress: "Remember, this is my favorite dress you're wearing. ”

Nancy shook her head hard: "No, I don't know. ”

Freddie gagged and laughed: "You remember. I know I left a gift that you've seen, and your heart is now filled with pain and fear, and they're calling out to me. ”

As he spoke, the tip of his paws gradually moved up, rising slowly in the corner of his dress, over his knees and over his thighs.

Nancy closed her eyes painfully: "Somebody help me! ”

Freddy grinned, “There's no one else here, including your little boyfriend. ”

Along with his words, the skirt burst out and his hem was cut open by claws.

“Open your eyes and look at me!” Freddy shouted suddenly.

Nancy was incredibly resistant, but opened her eyes unconsciously, and then she stared at her: "OMG!” (Ooh! Oh, my God.

And Freddy said, "No, it's just me! And I, I'll just let you go to hell. ”

But Nancy mumbled, “Quentin? Uh... Luke? ”

Freddy stunned and turned his head.

At this moment, on the ceiling in the corner of the room, two people were “spitting out” a blooming black and red liquid and were flying back.

One of them was clearly in a coma with his head and limbs pulled together.

The other twisted his lower body in the middle of the sky, changing his posture from lying flat to upright, lightly landing on the ground.

Looking at the sight of the two people in the bed, this standing man held his forehead in his arms: "Freddy! Freddy! How many times have I told you not to think about doing such nasty things to pretty girl paper! You fucking eunuch! ”

Freddy's surprise slipped away and got up slowly: "You again? ”

Luke: "Yes, I am the one who punishes evil, the righteous incarnation - Skywalker! ”

Freddy was stunned, laughing, and bent over with a smile: "Ha ha ha, Skywalker? Ha ha, I'm scared! Where's your lightsaber? Where's your cape? More importantly, what about your Force? ”

Saying, he turned around and lay down beside Nancy. The claws swept slightly over her smooth skin: “I love the sound of the claws tearing their skin apart, preferring their screaming and moaning...”

“Animal! Let go of that girl!” Luke, have a big drink. “Let me do it.”

Freddy: "Huh?! ”

Nancy: “What?! ”

Luke laughed embarrassingly: "Ha ha, so what... strings! Should be... don't touch her! ”

Freddy heard this familiar line and felt that the rhythm had finally returned to his control.

His paw tip continued upwards, slamming through the white dress and turning it into something like a cardigan: "How can I give up something so wonderful? ”

As he spoke, his paw tip stopped right at Nancy's chest, under slight pressure, where it also began to recess, and the sharp paw tip seemed to plug in at the next moment.

Luke looked at the situation and suddenly said, "Hey, how come a girl this big isn't wearing a bra? ”

Freddy: "Huh? ”

Nancy: “What? ”

When Luke asked the question, he smashed the Quentin in his hand.

Freddy looked at the whirring Quentin, his head slightly unbent and instantly disappeared into bed.

Quintin, who was in a coma, hit Nancy so hard that she gasped painfully.

She can't call out.

Quentin weighed so badly, it was like crushing her stomach.

Freddy's figure reappeared by the bed: "Wow, now I seem to have two toys. ”

Luke whispered, “It's all right. Anyway, that guy up there, you just kill him. ”

Freddy: "Huh? ”

Nancy: “What? ”

Luke just slowly walked over and said, "I'm not gay. Why protect a man? Men should be self-reliant. ”

Freddy: …

Nancy: …

You make a good point. We can't believe we're right.