Different Devils

Guess Who's Back

Back back

Back again ain ain

Pinhead's back back back

Tell a friend friend friend

Also all my indents on new paragraphs aren't showing in the app for me rn, I may have to fix it when I get home :/

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          For two weeks, everything was fine.

          The four would meet up once or twice for food, and inevitably were starting to become friends, mainly thanks to the spirit.

          Somewhere along the way, Ghostface had told Freddy about Jason and Michael still having feelings for each other. Freddy started putting them in each other's dreams as a result. At first, it was just little glimpses, and now it was always a few seconds. Ghostface made it a point that it actually  be them and not just some fakes, because that would probably piss both of them off later. 

          The effect was clear- they were avoiding each other even more now. But Ghostface knew they'd have to face each other eventually, so it was fine.

          Freddy was getting better already in the mean time, eyes hazel for half of the time again. The demons were still not at all happy, but they didn't take over, which was a good sign.

          At one point, however, the four were actually having lunch together.

          Freddy had barely touched his food, even in spite of the smaller spirit's nagging. Something was clearly wrong. He kept fidgeting, looking around.

          Jason and Michael were both looking at Ghostface in a gesture of 'what's up with him..?'

          The smaller spirit eventually just tapped Freddy on the shoulder. He clearly hadn't been listening before hand.

          The taller of the two jumped a little, before shrugging Ghostface's hand off.

          "Okay, I'm eating." He muttered. Even then, he wasn't really. He just kept poking at his food with a fork.

          "What's wrong?" Ghostface asked gently.

          "Nothings wrong." The other muttered again, stabbing at the food stubbornly.

          "You're acting like a fuckin toddler."

          "No I'm not!" Freddy glared a little, getting irritated.

          "Yes the fuck you are!" The spirit countered. He started pointing at each person as he spoke, "Jason is the leader, Michael is the second-in-command and/or mom, and you're the fuckin pissy toddler."

          "What would you be?" Jason chimed in, a little curious.

          "I'm the comedic relief that's secretly crying on the inside 24/7."

          "Nice." Jason nodded a bit in approval. Michael remained quiet, tending not to talk much with Freddy around. It was still difficult for him to actually get over what the other did, even though it wasn't really him. It was somewhat confusing.

          "Fuck off." Freddy spat quietly.

          He flickered for a moment, eyes going between emerald green and scarlet red. The spirit froze a little, giving the other two a warning look. They simply nodded in response.