A Night in Freddy's Shoes

Freddy clicked his claws impatiently, night had fallen an hour ago; why weren't ANY of his children in bed? There had to be at least ONE four year old well past her bed time! He tapped his boot as he leaned against one the millions of boilers in his infinite play ground of death; bored, he decided to walk around and explore his world. As he turned to a catwalk, he felt the tingling remnants of a child ready to fall asleep; lo and behold, a girl no older than eight appeared on the catwalk in a light pink night gown. She took one look at Freddy and screamed; eager to scare her out of her wits, Freddy lunged for the girl and, before she knew it, he had her pinned. Freddy flashed his black and yellow teeth at her in a fierce smile while she struggled futilely against his demonic strength; his grin faded however, when he felt a pinching sensation overcome his body. He blinked and before he could say anything he found himself in the girl's lap in a bedroom full of at least twenty girls all ranging from eight to fifteen. They all stared at him in awe, until a high pitched scream split the air.

"Oh my God! It's Freddy Krueger!!!", cried one of the girls. Before Freddy had a chance to give them a menacing stare, he was glomped from all odds and ends.

"I've got his fedora!!!!", screamed a short brunette.

"So what?! Nnnng! I've got his glove!!!!", cried a tall blonde.

Ziiiiiiip!!!

"I got all of you beat! I got his pants!!!", cried a red head.

"Give me my pants, you whore!!", Freddy roared.

"Come get 'em!", she challenged. Freddy fanned out his right hand, only to realize that the blonde had his glove; a fluffy baby blue pillow smacked him in the face.

"PILLOW FIGHT!!!!!!", a nine year old screamed. Freddy screamed like a little girl as he was bombarded with the plush objects; if ONLY he had his glove! It was only until he felt something lacy being pulled over his head did he realize that his sweater had been taken off as well; a scream of absolute terror rang throughout the house and little ways next door. Fred Charles Krueger was in a lacy green night gown!!!

"What the hell are you all trying to do to me?! Ruin my reputation?!", he yelled at them.

"Kinda, yeah.", a slightly pudgy blonde replied. Freddy glanced at a mirror in the corner of the room, he dove for it and managed to escape back into the dream world. He wiped at his brow, relief flooded him as he walked down his boiler room; the familiar tingle of a child falling asleep hit him like an eighteen wheeler. This time it was a boy wearing cameo pants and a white loose muscle shirt; he took one look at Freddy and burst out laughing. And not the kind of 'ha-ha' laughing, the 'omg-wtf-rolling-around-on-the-floor-holding-the-sides- because-they-hurt-face-red' laughing.

"You-you look so-so... Oh my god!!!", he laughed harder. Freddy looked down to his feet only to see the lacy train of the green nightgown....

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I wrote this few months back, just for the hell of it. It's more or less a crack fic, but I had fun writing it. :D Even though it's crack fic, I still don't mind you guys leaving a critique. Please, help me to improve. =)

Freddy Krueger belongs to Wes Craven.