Different Devils

Forming a Team

MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS AND/OR HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I'm sorry this is so late. Major writers block for this story ;-;

I just want Michael and Jason to love each other again bUT I HAVE TO WAIT DAMMIT

BECAUSE PLOT XD

Also Freddy is upsetti

I am also baffled yet again by the last chapter having more reads than the one before it :/

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          The next morning, Freddy woke up in a random motel room, completely in demon form. His scarlet eyes opened slightly, before he scrunched them closed again. Everything hurt. He didn't know what on earth he had done to cause himself this much pain, but whatever it was, he was never  going to do it again.

          He sat up slowly on the bed he was in, leaning on one arm while the other rubbed at his face. He winced a little before looking around.

          Ghostface was sitting in the corner, shadows swirling around him, just like the last time Freddy had gone into his full demonic form. His bright crimson eyes were the only things really visible through the darkness. He was just staring, not moving, and completely silent.

          Freddy instantly dreaded whatever was to come, eyes flashing to hazel.

          "Ghost..? What happened??? What did I do?" He was extremely worried. Ghostface only tilted his head. "Ghost-"

          "Do you remember anything?" The spirit cut him off, oddly emotionless.

          "No." Freddy shook his head.

          "Then think."

          The demon hesitated a bit before looking off to the side. The more he thought, the more his head hurt.

          Then, everything came in flashes- Camp Crystal Lake, Michael, Jason, darkness, the sentries...

          Angela.

          Then, the memories just faded to black. The only feeling after that was an overwhelming feeling of having to protect someone...

          Freddy put a hand to his head, still for a moment as the pain subsided before looking back to Ghostface.

          "...I'm guessing a lot happened while I was out, huh..?"

          "Do you remember your demons taking back control?" The spirit stood, everything other than his voice completely silent. It was eerily creepy, but Freddy knew that it was just caution on Ghostface's part. He was ready to bolt at a moment's notice, entire body tense. Freddy was oddly thankful that the spirit was being this careful.

          "Yes. The fucktards." He growled slightly, feeling a spike of aggression towards the parasites on his soul. It faded as quickly as it came, though, Freddy looking back to the spirit with hazel eyes. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

          "Nope. You were just rough. I didn't really care." The shadows started to fade back into the smaller spirit's frame, ease seeming to creep into the room as he walked a little bit closer.

          "What did I do???" 

          "Fought Jason, then I... distracted you." Ghostface looked away nervously. Freddy's eyes turned back into scarlet immediately.