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'Freddy's Home'

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"Pwetty!"

Nancy smiled as she looked up from her psychology book that she was hunched over. Her eyes sparkled as she spotted a small child waddling, stumbling, after a large blue and green butterfly, her dark red dress making her stick out against the dark greenery of the bottom of the small hill.

Her tiny left hand was outstretched towards the sky, as she clutched a small, stuffed, pink pig under her right arm by its head, giggling as her tiny fingers brushed against the butterfly's wings. "Pwetty fwy! Pwetty fwy!" The little girl squealed, laughing as she ran in circles after the butterfly, which seemed to be playing along with the toddler.

Her Huggies diapers peeked out under her dress, as she stumbled forward, giggling as the butterfly began to fly up the hill. Nancy smiled softly. Innocent. The little girl was a ball of innocents and childhood fun.

And she was her little one. Her flesh and blood... His flesh and blood.

Nancy pursed her lips to a thin line, as she pushed a strand of her hair out of her face; a single strand of gray hair. It seemed that every time he entered her mind, the damn strand would peak out from behind its place perched behind her ear. Like he was pulling it out and reminding her of her past. Their past.

Nancy shook her head, biting down on her lower lip. She wouldn't think about that! Not now. She had done well to keep him from her thoughts for three years now, and she wasn't about to start now. She wanted nothing to do with the likes of him! Nothing!

'But you do deal with him everyday, don't you, Nancy?' A small voice, a voice that sounded like his voice, whispered in the back of her mind. 'He's been with you for these last three years and you know it.' Nancy, again, violently shook her head, digging her nails into her psychology book as she fought back tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

And as Nancy fought her inner demons, the young toddler continued to chase her winged friend. Innocently, she waddled after the flying creature, her stuffed pig still clutched under her arm. Her big, doe like, eyes lit up as it followed the creature.

"Pwetty fwy!" She cooed, as the butterfly flew down and flapped its wings in front of her. She stared with an 'o' shaped mouth, squealing and flailing her little limbs, as the butterfly landed on her nose, tickling her face! This prompted the little girl to give chase to the creature again

She was at the top of the hill, almost reaching the creature, before it did a quick weave around her, and flapped its way down the hill. She pouted, her doe eyes glazing, as she clutched her stuffed pig closer to her little body. "No! Back pwetty fwy!"

She turned on her little heels, and began to run down the hill. But, like most toddlers and some adults even, running was something her little legs were ready for... But not down hills at an increasing speed. Her doll in hand, she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, reaching for the sky towards the butterfly.

Not watching where she was going and not having mature footing, her little body lost balance. She soon found herself sliding, on her stomach, down the hill, the blades of grass cutting at her fingers, stinging like paper-cuts. At the bottom, her little body flipped head first, and she landed on her Huggie covered bottom with a hard thump.

Her eyes began to water, and her nose began to run, as she started to cry, fear from the fall and the stinging cuts on her arms and hands, having frightened and hurt her. Her balled fist rubbed at her eyes, as she hiccuped and began to cry louder, clutching her stuffed animal close to her body, as she sat on the ground.

She hiccuped and rubbed at both of her eyes, getting ready to wail for her mother, when she felt a pair of strong, firm but strangely gentle, hands clutched her under her armpits, and lifted her up. She felt herself being pulled against a strong chest, as the scent of smoke and dirt reached her little nose.

Slowly, her doe like eyes traveled up to the strangers face, her eyes widening as her eyes made contact with a pair similar to her right eye; gray with a blueish tint... on a man! He had a slightly long nose, and slicked back blondish-brown hair that went well with his pale skin. His outfit was a light green shirt and dark reddish-brown jeans and a dirty brown hat that he plopped on his head.

"Natalie! Oh my God, sweetie!" The little girl, Natalie, transfixed by the stranger, blinked in rapid surprise, as her mother face came into view. Nancy placed wet kisses on Natalie's forehead, as she held her close, patting her hair down. "Oh honey, are you OK? I'm sorry! Mommy wasn't watching you well, was she?" Nancy cooed and held her daughter close.

"Are you hurt? Here, let mommy look." Nancy grabbed Natalie's hand and turned them palm up and down, checking her arms and wrist, along with her her knees. As Nancy was checking over her, Natalie's eyes were up and on the stranger, who had remained silent this whole time, his hands in his jean pockets now.

Nancy, seeming to have not really noticed the mans presents when she extracted her daughter from his arms, almost jumped when a deep, eerily familiar, chuckle was heard above her. Her head snapped up, as she pulled Natalie against her.

Nancy's eyes widened, and her face paled, as she practically crushed Natalie against her chest. Natalie whimpered in pain at the force of the pressure her mother was placing on her daughters back, as Nancy stood up quickly, and took a step back.

"Relax, Nancy, dear. She's fine! She's a Krueger, after all." Nancy gaped open mouth at the man, as she shook her head, going stiff as he gave her a sly grin before stepping forward and pulling Nancy into a hug, Natalie between them. Nancy's heart pounded out her chest, as his hands wrapped behind her waist, his forehead touching hers, as their eyes locked.

"Daddy's home, sweetie." He chuckled darkly, as Natalie blinked up at them, her little head cocked to the side in confusion. Nancy felt numb, as he scooped Natalie into his arms. He grinned down at her. "Hello, Natalie," he said in a sickly sweet voice. "Do you know who I am?"

Natalie shook her head, her eyes blinking innocently, as the stranger chuckled and plucked his hat from his head, and placed it on her head. She giggled, and clutched the sides of the hat, pulling it down to keep it from falling.

"I'm your daddy, Freddy."  Natalie locked eyes with him past the brim of his hat, as he pulled Nancy, who still remained unmoving and mute with fear and disbelief, against his hip, kissing her and Natalie's temple, as he let out a low, dark, chuckle.

Freddy was home.
This is a short from a Freddy/Nancy fic Im working on, centered around original Freddy and Nancy and the before, during, and after their daughters, my OC Natalie "Naddy" Krueger, birth.

This is Natalie's first memory of her dad, and the start of their family becoming a whole. As for why Freddy is prancing around the real world, lookin like he did before he was burned... Well thats explained in the fic :/

Aaanyway! Please enjoy and tell me what ya think.

Natalie "Naddy" Krueger (c) ~weapon13WhiteFang
A Nightmare on Elm Street and Characters (c) Wes Kraven
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moonlit-insanity77's avatar
I really like this idea, but I can't find it anywhere! Is it on FF? Please tell me cuz I wanna read moooore!