Freddy knew Andrew was not acting. The other man truly wasn't afraid, because he could sense fear.
In fact, the more fearful someone was, the stronger Freddy became. If someone had no fear at all, Freddy could not even maintain his basic strength.
"You're no fun like this."
Freddy walked out unhappily. Raising his Iron Claw, he said, "But I can make this fun."
"How?"
Andrew asked with interest. A mere Freddy was naturally beneath his notice. In fact, if he had not restrained his power, Mental Power alone would have been enough to make Freddy explode.
"It's simple. I'll slice the flesh off your body bit by bit. By then, you'll be terrified and beg me to kill you right away."
Freddy grinned perversely. "Wouldn't that make things interesting?"
"Not interesting. You're a complete failure as a villain. You don't have any imagination at all."
Andrew looked deeply disappointed. "You should skin me, smear honey all over my body, then bring in a swarm of ants and Bugs. That would be interesting."
Freddy was dumbfounded. You could play it like that? No, wait. Was he the nightmare, or was Andrew the nightmare? Why did Andrew seem better at this than him?
"Kid, how dare you act so arrogantly here and tell me how to do things?"
Freddy asked with an ugly expression. He felt humiliated. He decided that, no matter how this guy begged later, he would torture him for a full twelve hours, not one second less.
"So what if I'm telling you how to do things? Is that not allowed?"
Andrew sneered. "It's your honor that I'm willing to teach you. Why aren't you kneeling and thanking me already?"
"You're asking to die."
Freddy flew into a rage and immediately rushed forward, swinging his claw viciously at