#prequal

At some point late at night, Jennifer had fallen asleep beside you despite promising to stay up and watch the rest of the Twilight's with you, and left you sitting up in bed, cheeks in your hands, bored out of your mind and worst of all- wide awake.

You certainly wont be able to sleep!; You're too hyped up from the coffee you just drank - with whipped cream and sprinkles, because its a sleepover! Jen picked your sprinkles, and they were pink and purple. You chose red and yellow for her, - , so basically you're wired. Besides... maybe if you're super tired tomorrow, you can call in sick for work. That would be nice, after todays disaster...

Finally, at the thought of your work today, you roll your eyes and groan; Slipping quietly out of Jens's bed and pulling on fluffy slippers so you can pad over the houses marble flooring (Something about it being easier to clean blood off of? Patrick invested in them a couple years back) without getting frostbite in your toes and having them snap off down the stairs. It's snack time, you've decided, and you know for a fact that there is Fruity Pebbles and ice-cream downstairs. A little bit of peril from walking alone, in the dark, through a house of murderers, is worth it for Fruity Pebbles and ice-cream. For sure.

Quietly, so quietly, and so so slowly, you shut the bedroom door closed behind you, not wanting to wake up your friend- or anyone living in the other bedrooms in this hallway. Definitely not them.

Then you're tiptoeing down the hall and down the stairs- thank god for the marble floors actually. Not only are they stain resistant, but they don't squeak like wood. Now that would be just perfect in this house, squeaky floorboards,... you grin at the thought, shaking your head as you reach the bottom of the staircase and turn right for the kitchen.

And promptly, you freeze. You take a deep breath to keep from screaming, because you were startled, and slowly let it out through your nose, gaze dropping to the floor. Crap on a cracker...

Then your eyes flicker to the one who's surprise presence in the kitchen - holding YOUR ice-cream, - , and give a little awkward waive- still a little startled. You will never get used to all these horror villains just... being around. No evil intent, just existing. You grew up watching these movies and now they're just... around? Because you chose to befriend the bitchy black-haired girl in your History class? Yeesh.

Usually, you're good with it- but its hard when its late at night, silent, and he hasn't bothered flicking the light on!

Which you do yourself, now, illuminating the room as Freddy waives his spoon back, not paying much attention to you in favour of the ice-cream.

Your ice-cream.

Worrying your bottom lip, you wonder further into the kitchen and reach up and grab the Fruity Pebbles; Thinking maybe you should just forget the ice-cream, and use milk like a normal person. If this were a video-game, the ice-cream would be your goal and Freddy would be the complication. But are you at strength enough to try and get it from him? Hmmm... Kneeling down, you pick out a bowl from the bottom cupboards - a spare blue one, - , deciding to give up on your short lived dream of ice cream and cereal when you feel a sudden jab in the middle of your spine, and you yelp. "What!- " You turn to look over your shoulder and up to see Freddy with the end of his spoons handle pointed at you, and raise an eyebrow. What is it?

"Get me out a bowl too, I wanna try something."

Humming in agreement, you reach back into the cupboard and find the red bowl with the name 'FREDDY' labelled on it. Then get up, grabbing the milk and a spoon on your way and settle down at the kitchen table with him; crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce on the chair. As you're getting comfy, kicking off your slippers and opening the cereal box, Freddy scoops out some of his - YOUR, - ice-cream and plops it into your bowl. "What are- "

For the second time that night, you do not get to finish your question because Freddy wags the spoon at you again. "We're trying something."

Good grief, you think, but give a little closed-mouth smile anyway, as the ice-cream is in your bowl. "Okay... with Fruity Pebbles?"

"Mhm," He nods, gesturing for you to do that as the box is on your side, finishing up filling both your bowls with ice cream. You smile brightly this time as you pick up the box and pour it over his bowl first- you still get your ice-cream and Fruity Pebbles! So this is a good time. Also, you don't mind his company, either. Despite Jennifer insisting you probably should.

"Okay, so, when you taste it," You start, scooping up a good portion - with mostly ice cream but a good amount of cereal, - and holding a finger up to where Freddy's sitting, not paying as much attention to what he scoops up. But its a lot. Too much to shove in his mouth, you'd think, but the freak is just like that. Go big or go home. "You pay attention. And give me a rating out of 10."

You do a double take when you glance over at him and catch him smirking, giving you a once over. Immediately you groan and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, before any words come out of his mouth even. And you were having such a wholesome time for two seconds... "I'd give you a 10 outta 10, sweetheart."

"The Fruity... The Fruity Pebbles, Freddy!" You exclaim, uselessly. But for some reason you still cant help but smile. You point to his bowl, and he watches you in nothing but amusement. "You rate the Fruity Pebbles!!"

He just shoves his spoon in his mouth in response, grinning like a moron. You roll your eyes, following his lead and scrunching up your nose at him.

___TIME SKIP___

An hour later, the empty bowls sit forgotten in the middle of the table, as you're both turned in your seats to face the other instead of the table. You've forgotten about your terrible day at work, and Twilight, and Jennifer, and you're actually getting a little sleepy, finally.

Well- maybe not sleepy. Because you don't want to go to bed right now when Freddy's still here, and somehow managing to be kind of... possibly... maybe... perhaps a bit charming in a very Freddy way. Making you laugh a lot. So no, you aren't exactly sleepy, more... comfy. Un-wired. Which is nice after a bad day at work.

"So Y/N, what're you doing awake so late anyway? You strike me as an 8.30 bedtime kinda girl." The way he says it, its not a good thing nor a bad thing. Just cute; Just adorable. He looks at you like the he's the big bad wolf and you're his little red, and you really don't mind one bit.

Still, you feel weirdly comfortable with him. Dragging some fingers back through your hair, you rest your elbows on the table and blow air of out of full cheeks. "While I reject that judgment of me... The reason I'm up is, I had a bad day." When your gaze slips back over to him, and a spark of arousal of all things ignites in you, you look quickly away again- a frown on your lips. I should really go to bed... right now, you think, pushing off the table and back into your chair. "Annnnd I feel like its about to get a lot, worse... " Still, you find yourself not moving an inch; Maybe there's a little more daredevil in you then you thought- more then required already to befriend a succubus and sleep in house of murderers, that is. Your eyes flicker back to Freddy and stay there this time, eyebrows raised. "Why are you up? Shouldn't you be terrorising people, at this time of night?"

He chuckles, shaking his head, and as his voice lowers; You two officially enter a new phase, and a new mood- one from which you possibly may never recover from. "Not if things are gonna get much more fun out here, suddenly."

You cross your arms and assure him, "They're not." And oh you're so full of shit- and Freddy is unfortunately well aware of that fact, it seems.

His brows raise up, testing you. "You sure?"

For a good moment, you don't really know what to say in response - the age old question; To be honest or to lie? - before you groan and tut, looking away. "Ohhhhh... no... " It is about to get a lot worse, if you don't leave now.

But also, you really don't want to.

He raises a brow at you, curious about your responce. You squint back. "I'm just looking into the souls of my unborn children; Asking them if, decades from now, I'll still be complaining about this mistake, if I make it... " Looking thoughtful, you take a deep breath; Faking deep, musing contemplation- And Freddy greatly enjoys your theatrics. You arch an eyebrow at him after a moment, finally. "The answer is yes, unsurprisingly."

This time when his eyes narrow, there's something a lot darker in them for the first time this evening. Wiser then the antiquated pop culture references and dirty jokes he spouts by the second let on, more knowing then you classically realise Freddy is.

And it makes you feel more exposed then you've ever, felt.

Dragging his chair forward, as close to yours as he can get with his knees set on either side of your chair. Your legs are criss-cross apple sauce, and so are your arms, as you squint suspiciously up at him; Heart hammering in your chest like its trying desperately to escape and run away. Which actually you probably should do, yourself. "... What are you so afraid of, Y/N...? Haven't I proved I'm not trying to hurt you, by now? Cuz if I wanted to, trust me, you'd be hurt."

"I'm not afraid of you!" You blurt immediately, laughter in your voice at the idea- and even if you were, if he did try to hurt you, Jennifer would be down here in 2 seconds flat to snap his neck. "Where'd you get that idea??"

He smirks, and your heart drops down to your toes. "Not of me... At least as long as I'm at least a foot away from you. You wont even let me stand too close to you without freezing up like an iceberg, or escaping... And I cant help but notice, that you don't act so squirrely around anyone else in this mansion of horrors... despite how you probably should." Of course he noticed, damnit. Tilting his head to the side like a curious parrot, he leans in closer and just like he was saying; You lean the hell back away. Its like a sensory bomb in your chest... the closer this man is to your person, the faster the numbers tick down. "So you must want me."

Immediately, nervous laughter spurts out of you as he watches; A proud, lecherous grin on his his aggravating face. "Want you!? Hah! You... ha... you think I... ha ha um... n- no that's, um... " Nervous laughter quickly turns into guilty giggles. Taking a deep breath to stop that, your eyes closed for a moment, you press your hands together and calm yourself down. He's got you dead to rights. Oh fuck. "Um, you may have a point... "

Curious and slowly getting what he wants, the dream man inches closer to do- something. You don't know. But you freak out anyway as soon as you realise he's coming closer, eyes widening like Bambi, and despite genuinely wanting to stay put on that chair and see what happens, you yelp out a nope! and bounce out of it, putting it between the two of you instead.

"Ugh," Freddy groans, but doesn't move from his position, just looks up at you where you stand now, bemused at your evident physical reactions to him. Just his presence, just his existence; He honestly eats it up. But still, its frustrating all the same! "What do ya think I'm gonna do to you that you don't want?"

He doesn't think you've asked yourself that? "I dunno!" You exclaim, high and defensive. Like- how are you supposed to know?? "I just- It'll be awkward! Not after; During. If we... If I... " You cant even say the words. You're turning into complete mush just thinking about, cheeks glowing if that's even possible.

You hide your face in your hands, and whine.

When Freddy speaks next you can hear the lewd cheeriness in his tone. "Are you a virgin, sweetheart?"

Put your hopes back away, Freddy- "That's the thing!- No!" You cant believe you're talking about this with Freddy. And yes, its embarrassing and you're dying for a black hole to suck you up right about now but it would be a lot worse with anyone else. You find, you can articulate your feelings a lot better when he's listening; Better then when you talk to Jennifer, even. You can say whatever you want to to Freddy and he wont judge you.

Groaning like he's so hard done by, Freddy gets up to his feet and shrugs at you; Disbelieving. "Sure princess, if you say so." Your jaw drops, at that. The gall- this bastard- you kind of want to laugh, actually... "Whatever though. You know where to find me when you're ready." He winks, then leaves the room.

You watch until he's disappeared the corner, before scoffing and moving the clean up the table before going back to bed. A little, doubtful smirk plays on your mouth as you do.

Oh, he really had you going there for a moment. You were actually considering... Ugh, but not. That's an absolutely mad idea. Like that was ever going to happen! Pft! Man, though... it has been a while. You lean back against the sink after you put the bowls in there, chewing on the inside of your cheek. This has been a wake up call. "Fuck, I really need to date again... "

It has been a while, since you've been in any kind of proximity with a man you're interested in as more then a friend. But who could blame you for that? With all of Jennifer's bullshit and work being crazy- you have had no room, for a boyfriend!

Not that you've ever really liked having a boyfriend, before. All the explaining yourself about who you were with and why and where you were all the time...

It was nice having a guy around, though.

Rolling your eyes, you turn abruptly back to the sink, pulling on dishwashing gloves. "Well that's settled."

Tomorrow you start looking again.

~

And... and I do, totally, intend to do just that! You think, standing in front of that red and green painted door- behind which you've never seen before. So you aren't quite sure what to expect. But, obviously, you're even more nervous about who will answer it when you force yourself to knock. I will be looking for a boyfriend... but...

Taking a deep breath in, and chewing on your bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed in unsureness, you raise your hand and knock on the door. Quickly looking right and left, seeing if anyone has stirred at that sound, you see that no one has but don't relax one bit.

The door opens, and the wickedest grin is on Freddy's face seeing you. You open your mouth to say something, you aren't quite sure what, but before you can he grabs your wrist and tugs you inside; Closing and locking the door behind you.

And as he plants his first kiss on your mouth, and a resounding sigh escapes you at it you think;