Luke was familiar with both feelings, but in the past he basically used his hands, but now his whole body was in contact with them.
That feeling... is hard to describe.
However, he still had some energy left to observe Quentin's reaction.
In reality, Quentin should have been choked awake by the shitty liquid long ago, but now he is still unconscious.
Could it be that because Quentin was in a coma, he couldn't receive the stimulation in the nightmare, or the reception was poor, causing Freddy's terrible attack to become ineffective
Luke's thoughts were racing, but the bloody quagmire seemed bottomless, and the bodies of the two men kept sinking.
On the other side, Nancy sank into the quagmire of dirty blood and immediately felt suffocated.
The slippery and dirty blood poured into her mouth and nose frantically. The strong stench and smell of blood made her feel like she was falling into hell.
That feeling is similar to that of an ordinary person falling into a cesspool.
It seemed like a very long and yet only a short moment. Her body, which was falling in the bloody mire, suddenly suddenly became empty and the darkness in front of her eyes became slightly brighter.
She opened her eyes wide and felt herself falling on a soft bed. Above her head, a pool of black and red blood was shrinking rapidly and turned back into a grayish-white ceiling in an instant.
This is... my bedroom
Nancy looked confused, but when she looked down, she found that the T-shirt and jeans she was wearing had turned into a white children's dress.
Her face changed drastically.
The style and color of the skirt looked familiar to her.
That was the skirt worn by the little girl she had seen in her dream, and that little girl should be herself when she was a child in Badham Kindergarten.
"Three! Two! One!" Along with the low voice, the door of the room opened.
Freddy leaned against the door, tapping on it with his claws, making a knocking sound: "I'm coming in, little Nancy."
"No, don't come over here," Nancy murmured in fear.
Freddy, however, approached with a grin: "Your eyes say no! No! But my mouth says yes! Yes!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his claws and flicked them towards the bed. Nancy's struggling limbs were immediately bound by invisible ropes and fixed to the bed with their legs spread wide open.
"Please, please, don't!" Nancy fell into complete despair.
Freddy jumped onto the bed with an elegant posture and lay on his side beside her. He supported his head with his left hand and reached down with the steel claw of his right hand. The sharp and cold claw tip pressed on her bare calf and slowly slid upwards.
The claws made a slight sizzling sound as they rubbed against her skin. Nancy felt extremely frightened, as if her calf was bleeding.
In fact, her calves only had a few tiny white scratches.
Freddy's claws continued to move upwards, lifting the hem of the white dress: "Remember, this is my favorite dress you wear."
Nancy shook her head hard: "No, I don't know."
Freddy chuckled. "You've remembered. I know you've seen the gift I left behind. Your heart is now filled with pain and fear. They're calling me."
As he spoke, the tip of the claw gradually moved up, carrying the corner of the dress slowly up, over the knees, and over the thighs.
Nancy closed her eyes in pain: "Someone, someone come and save me!"
Freddy smiled strangely, "There's no one else here, including your little boyfriend."
As he spoke, the skirt made a hissing sound and the hem was cut apart by claws.
"Open your eyes and look at me!" Freddy suddenly shouted.
Nancy was obviously resisting, but she opened her eyes subconsciously, and then her eyes widened suddenly: "OMG!" (Oh! My God)
Freddy just snorted, "No, I'm the only one here! And I will only send you to hell."
But Nancy murmured as if she didn't notice: "Quentin? Uh... Luke?"
Freddy was stunned for a moment and turned his head sharply.
At this moment, on the ceiling in the corner of the room, a ball of black and red liquid "spitted out" two people and was quickly shrinking back.
One of them had his head and limbs drooping, and was obviously in a coma.
The other person twisted his body in mid-air, changing from lying flat to standing upright, and landed on the ground with incredible lightness.
Looking at the two people on the bed, the man holding his forehead with his hand said, "Freddy! Freddy! How many times have I told you not to think about doing such dirty things to pretty girls? You damn eunuch!"
Freddy's surprise was fleeting, and he slowly stood up: "You again?"
Luke: "Yes, I am Skywalker, the embodiment of justice who punishes evil!"
Freddy was stunned, then burst into laughter, and bent over with laughter: "Haha, haha, Skywalker? Haha, I'm so scared! Hey, where's your lightsaber? Where's your cape? More importantly, where's your Force?"
As he said that, he turned around and got on the bed, lying next to Nancy, his claws brushing across her smooth skin bit by bit: "I like the sound of my claws scratching their skin, and I like their screams and wails even more..."
"Beast! Let go of that girl!" Luke shouted, "Let me do it~"
Freddy: "Huh?!"
Nancy: “What?!”
Luke laughed awkwardly: "Haha, that... that's a mix-up! It should be "Don't touch her!"
Freddy heard the familiar lines and felt that the rhythm was finally back under his control.
His claws continued to move upwards, slicing through the white dress, turning it into something like a cardigan. “How could I give up something so wonderful?”
As he spoke, the tip of his claws stopped at Nancy's chest, and with a slight force, that place began to dent, and it seemed that the sharp claw tip would penetrate into it at the next moment.
Luke looked at the situation and suddenly said, "Hey, why isn't a girl this old wearing a breast protector?"
Freddy: “Huh?”
Nancy: “What?”
When Luke asked this question, he swung Quentin in his hand and hit him.
Freddy looked at Quentin who was rushing towards him, his mind was a little confused and he disappeared on the bed in an instant.
The unconscious Quentin fell heavily on Nancy, causing her to gasp in pain.
She couldn't scream.
Quentin's body was so heavy that it seemed to have flattened her stomach.
Freddy's figure reappeared beside the bed. "Wow, now I seem to have two toys."
Luke curled his lips: "It's okay, the man is up there anyway, you can kill him at will."
Freddy: “Huh?”
Nancy: “What?”
Luke then slowly walked over and said, "I'm not gay, why should I protect a man? A man should be self-reliant."
Freddy: …
Nancy: …
What you said makes so much sense that we are speechless.