If you use your mind a little more freely, the ability to enter dreams will be almost omnipotent, and there will be no other cost.
In reality, if Freddy wanted to build such an amusement park, he would first have to consider confidentiality, then transformation, electricity, communications, transportation, and so on.
These factors were the reason why the formal secret base that Luke envisioned had never been established.
But in dreams, what you want this place to become is limited to the size and strength of your abilities.
It's a pity that old Freddy is so wasteful that he treats this place as his killing playground.
Who makes him neither need food nor money, and his only hobby is to torture and kill people
With these thoughts in his mind, Luke took a step forward.
The dark red and swaying light coming from several burning boilers made the entire space seem hot and terrifying.
A burst of laughter came from a distance, along with the sound of metal knocking.
That's Freddy.
"My little Nancy, do you really think that bringing a boyfriend in can save you?" A deep voice sounded, and suddenly the voice changed: "That will only make him die with you! Because he is a weakling, he can't save you, or even himself. For example..."
"Ah!" Quentin cried out in pain, he must have been injured.
Luke still maintained a leisurely pace.
He gradually understood Freddy's character through a series of events.
This guy, before getting his prey, will definitely play with it hard before he really takes action.
Was it just a joke? Or was it just a bad taste? Luke wasn't sure, maybe there were other reasons.
Cat playing with mouse is a more vivid metaphor.
"Ah~" Quentin let out another long scream.
"Little Nancy, look at your boyfriend. He can even knock himself out. How can he protect you?" Freddy's voice sounded again, becoming unusually frivolous: "Come on, come to Uncle Freddy. You are my favorite, hahahaha."
Luke then went around the passage and saw Quentin lying there through the gap between the two boilers.
Nancy retreated to an iron staircase not far away with a look of panic on her face and started to run away.
Freddy followed slowly, his right hand moving up and down on the iron pipe railing of the stairs. The iron claws rubbed against the iron pipe, making a rhythmic metal scraping sound, and the creaking sound echoed in the boiler room.
Luke sighed: This guy is really good at pretending! I really want to beat him to death.
Over there, Freddy chased his "little Nancy" all the way up the stairs and disappeared into a passage somewhere.
Luke walked over to Quentin and pulled him up.
This guy is fine, he just seems to be a nuisance to Freddy, but he doesn't want to kill him right away, so he just knocks him out and leaves him here.
Holding Quentin in his hands, he quickened his pace.
Luke still wanted to see Freddy's fancy moves, but he couldn't let Freddy get away with it, so he killed Nancy.
Following Freddy's coquettish laughter, Luke stepped into a passage and found that the scene here had turned into another one.
He suddenly entered an ordinary residential building.
Outside the window where thunder and lightning were heard, the small building seemed very quiet.
Of course, we had to exclude the running and screaming coming from upstairs; that was Nancy being tossed around by Freddy.
Freddy's voice continued to echo in the room: "Haha, let's play a game of hide-and-seek, okay? If you are caught, little Nancy, you have to hehehe! Okay, Uncle Freddy is going to count! Ten, nine, eight..."
Luke rolled his eyes. This guy's bad taste never ends.
Nancy upstairs was hiding in a closet in a room in fear.
As for why she was hiding here, she didn't know. Only the growing fear in her mind urged her to hide.
She didn't realize at all that her mind had become slow and confused, and she even forgot about Quentin who came in with her.
Luke? She couldn't even remember him.
Nancy nervously looked out from the gap in the cupboard, and suddenly her body froze.
After a moment, she slowly turned her head and saw a hideous, bloody face that was burned to pieces next to her.
When their eyes met, the ugly face smiled brightly: "Sapres! I caught you."
Nancy let out a heart-wrenching scream, opened the door and rushed out.
She had only run a few steps in a straight passage when the floor beneath her feet suddenly turned into black mud, causing her steps to stop involuntarily and then slowly sink.
Freddy was not far from her, the ground under his feet was still wooden: "Hey, you can't run away, little Nancy."
Nancy struggled desperately, but was swallowed by the increasingly deeper quagmire.
Her mouth and nose were filled with nearly black sticky liquid that exuded a pungent smell of blood and decay.
So, this is a quagmire of corrupt blood.
"Ah!" She uttered a final desperate cry, and her entire body was completely submerged in the pool of dirty blood.
Freddy chuckled and said, "Begging, fear, and despair, it's so delicious." As he spoke, his figure disappeared in the corridor.
Luke just stepped forward at this moment, and heard what Freddy said, and was speechless: Such a cute girl, you want to do this? Humph, hermaphrodite, rotten ass!
When he reached the edge of the bloody quagmire, his feet were still on the wooden floor, and just one step away was the rotten, disgusting, black and greasy blood.
Luke's keen sense of smell had already analyzed the dirty blood.
The conclusion is simple: it is both true and false.
Like the snowflakes in Chris's dream before, they have most of the properties of real objects in the real world, but lack the complexity of real objects in the real world.
There are no two snowflakes alike! Similarly, there is no pool of blood that smells like it was cloned.
This may be because Freddy's ability is not strong enough, or it may be that he did not want to deal with such a complicated problem. Few of the people he dragged in could analyze dreams as leisurely as Luke.
Luke thought for a moment and sighed: "Forget it, I'm going to experience this sooner or later."
As he spoke, he took a step forward, carrying the unconscious Quentin into the bloody mire, and slowly sank.
"So this is what it feels like to be submerged in blood." He tried to find joy in the midst of adversity.
Thanks to Freddy and his keen sense of smell, Luke was able to determine that these were all highly realistic hallucinations.
Otherwise, he might not have the courage to jump down in reality.
Because... it's really smelly and disgusting.
I felt myself surrounded by the slippery, smelly liquids of different temperatures.
Some are warm, some are cold, just like the difference between blood that has just flowed out and blood that has already cooled down.