I was only 9 years old.
I loved Freddy so much, I had all the posters and songs.
I pray to Freddy every night before bed, thanking him for the life I have been given.
“Freddy is love,” I say. “Freddy is life”
Foxy fox hears me and calls me a faggot, not before screeching loudly.
I knew he was jealous of my devotion to Freddy.
I shut the door on him.
He pounds the door with all his might and goes away.
I’m crying now, and I’m frozen in fear.
I left the right door open, and I’m really scared.
A cold object is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me.
It’s Freddy.
I am so happy.
He whispers in to my ear, “This is my Pizza Place.”
He grabs me with his powerful lifeless paws and puts me on my hands and kness.
I’m ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for Freddy.
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much but I do it for Freddy.
I can feel my eyes popping out of the Freddy suit he puts on me.
I push against his force.
I want to please Freddy.
He screeches a might screech as he fills my butt with his love.
Foxy fox walks in.
Freddy looks him straight in the eye and says, “Bear with me, it’s pretty cheesy, but it’s over now.”
Freddy leaves through my doorway.
Freddy is love, I say, Freddy is life.