Dude. It wouldnât beenďżź fascinating if remake Jesse (or Quentin, I know Freddy would have perverted fun in that) was possessed by Freddy like in the original. And maybe thereâd be times where Freddy âslipsâ every once in a while, prompting Nancy to become suspicious but is lulled into a false sense of security. She believes (after being comforted) itâs lack of sleep or something thatâs making him to be strange. Maybe even paler than normal as if sick. A few weeks or so goes by without ďżźincident until something happens. (A certain smile or laugh thatâs too ďżźfamiliar to the dream demonâs. The way a knife is spun/played with as Quentin or Jesse watch her ďżźwork. One of them grabs her a little too roughly-by the shoulder(s) or wrist. Some form of joke is said thatâs borderline creepy or just a little inappropriate.) I donât know how that would all be resolved but I really wished there was something like this added into ANOES 2010. Or at the very least a fanfic
(You've inspired me. I'm definitely going to hell but its FIIIINE. )
"Quinten, you need to tell me what's up. You've barely said two words the whole time we've been here."
Nancy's voice was soft, and her hand reached across the table, covering his fingers, stopping them from their anxious tapping.
Quinten stared at their hands for a moment before shaking an unwelcome thought from his head and turning his hand over to lace their fingers together. He smiled at her, but something seemed off still. She felt like she was looking into the eyes of a shark.
"I'm fine." He replied, his voice barely a mutter.
His thumb traced along her knuckles, a grin spreading across his face as he perked up. He looked around the quiet diner, his face falling flat for a moment before returning to a halfhearted grin.
"Y'now what? This place kinda blows. Wanna get out of here?"
Nancy returned his smile, nodding.
Any concern about Quinten's quietness the past few days was dissolved as they sped through the backroads of Springwood. He'd become quite the chatterbox, in fact. He'd asked her a million questions and had told her a million strange facts all while driving with one hand and holding her own with the other. While Nancy didn't mind holding hid hand or listening to him talk, she wondered what had brought on the sudden burst of energy. She decided to just blame his ADD and not worry about it.
Until they got to her house.
Usually, Quinten would politely sit in a chair and watch as Nancy sketched or talked with her as she sat on her bed. But tonight Quinten immediately flopped onto her bed, almost taking Nancy with him as she let go of his hand to keep herself upright.
He chucked to himself smugly about a joke he'd just made, but his eyes narrowed when he noticed she was no longer right next to him.
"What's the matter?" Quinten asked innocently.
"Nothing.. your laugh just then sounded... weird. I'm probably just hearing things."
She sat beside him on the bed, running a hand through his hair. She connected their lips, and was immediately knocked down to second player. Quinten's hands held her face gently and he deepened the kiss. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Quinten was never like this. Sure, he was affectionate, but he was never this desperate. He pulled her down so they were both lying down, the breaking point finally coming when his lips started trailing along her jaw.
She pushed him away gently, Her Heart stopping in it's tracks and thundering like a hummingbird's wings when she looked into his eyes.
Quinten never looked at her like that. Like she was an object. Smug, and condescending. The way he looked at her.
(A/N: Its bad and short but I TRIED. Its more implied but I write it as if Freddy were trying to be Quinten but ultimately got bored and did bastardry again. Also I am high so this might be trash idk lmao)
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