An interpretation of Robert's Hollywood Monster but NK's Hollywood Monster style story.
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Thank you,
NK.
I do not own the Freddy character or franchise.
Hug...
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Prologue:
This is the story that begins Nessa's life...I umm yearn no constraints with any other Krueger people and their stories that opt to be as of mine because they're not. Behold what created the NK!
NK learned. NK grasped. NK lives it. All Freddy has to do...here I am upon the Krueger youth!
NOT a FICTION tale...I don't give a fuck what this book is labeled! >_< Idc if you read this book...stay away from NK.
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Nessa's P.O.V
There I was standing there, just staring at him and he had that tall shaped blackened figure up against the wall, when he leaned in and stared at me with his arms crossed in a gesture as if he was flushed with anger. I stood there looking into his evil expression, watching him breathe slowly just thinking what he was thinking.
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I could look him in the eyes. Yes. He might have thought I was crazy for even coming across him. A slight grin came across his face like one of those you-know-what-maybe-getcha-expressions. Then he suddenly walked towards me, myself backing up against the wall. I was uh...superb and now I'm gentle and brittle when he paces like that.
"So we meet again Quinn...?" he said through his wicked smile and then he got a little closer to me. Those blades extending, that was cool to tolerate actually.
