FREDDY VS JASON VS MICHAEL
PROLOGUE
Hell
They say there is no place worse than Hell.
Well, they got that wrong. I'm in that place right now, hiding behind a hockey mask.
I finally ought a way to free myself from Hell. It was the memories and fear of me that brought me back. I had a herald to do the first killings; that hockey wearing, machete wielding son of a bitch Jason.
But he wouldn't stop killing…my children. They were MINE! And MINE ALONE!
Jason could've gone back to his precious lake, but no. he decided to stay on Elm St, and take all my fun out of it.
Well, I wasn't going to let happen, no fucking way. I wanted my share of blood…so I got his.
I fought that hockey masked bastard. And he fought back. I was beaten, and I end up in a place worse than Hell…Jason's memory.
There are so many other corpse souls in his memory, looks like he had a lot of fun in his life. But I need to get out of here. The memory of his mother is something I have not come across before…a witch…a witch bitch, ha ha. I never should've called her that, she was really pissed.
I must get out of here.
The only way I can free myself and return to my dear Springwood is if someone kills Jason…but Jason can't be killed…not by a normal human.
No, killing Jason needs something more. Something different, something darker, something…like him.
Yes, he would do just fine…
…and it's coming around to his time of year too, even better
I can see another bloodshed coming. And this time, I won't be the one who gets his fucking head cut off.
