Disclaimer: I own none of this, except for the plot

Yay, first fan fic, all comments will be accepted, though flames will be used to light the candles in my home.

(Freddy walks in)

Freddy: Hey Slash, get off the computer

Me: One sec, I need to write this

Freddy: What... oh, your writing a fan fiction? (snickers)

Me: What's so funny?

Freddy: Oh nothing, except you can't write for shit (gives a full blown laugh)

Me: (pulls out knife from drawer and stabs Freddy in the chest) We'll see, we'll see.

Freddy: (pulls knife out and glares)

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Freddy Krueger opened the door, and let it slam shut. It had been a daunting night, no kid has found their way into the dreamscape. Damn hypnosil, Freddy thought, if it wasn't for that, mabey I wouldn't have to accept a boarder. That was basically the only reason he let Djinn stay, he provided enough souls to keep them both powerful, while Freddy offered his abode.

"Hey Djinn, move your ass, I wanna sit on the couch." Freddy demanded. Djinn was sprawled on the couch channel surfing. He glanced at Freddy, and then taking his time, sat up. Freddy walked across, and slumped down on the couch. He snatched the control away from Djinn before he could retaliate, and flipped channels to the news station.

"According to reports by locals, Bernie Heruds, age 30, died today by gorging himself to death" a news reporter outside a dinner informed the viewers, "Here's what witnesses have to say."

A rather chubby man with a wifebeater on appeared on the television, the caption on the bottom read Herman Bugler: WITNESS "Well, I was just sitin' talkin' to my buddy Bernie, when a man sat right next to us. He said hello, and joined our conversation. Ya see, we were talkin' 'bout how well Merell's cookin' is and that guy changed the subject and started blabin' about wishes, then Bern said 'Man if I could get a wish, I'd wish that I could eat this all day, yep that's my wish' Then it was as if somethin' possessed him an' he started finnishin' the apple pie he ordered, and ordered two more. Then after those he ordered another and another until it was gettin' late. I left, but that other man stayed, grinnin' an' Bern. Bern just kept eatin'." Herman said, all the while shaking his head, giving the camera an upset look. He approached the camera near to hysterics. "IT WAS THAT MAN, HE SOMEHOW BEWICHED HIM I SWEA-" Herman was cut off and the reporter was back on. "The other man said to have witness this suicidal act was not found for a comment. This is reporter Gina Danell, back to you Jen."

"Aw, they didn't show how the body ended up." Djinn said, giving a mock frown. Freddy stared at him quizzically. "What?"Djinn questioned smiling,"That's what I do."

Freddy rolled his eyes "Show off." He muttered. They both focused their attention back on the T.V.

The screen showed a reporter behind a news desk. "Meanwhile in Texas, the infamous case of a group of friends killed in a massacre has long been called cold, but a sheriff is re opening the ca-" The lady was cut off, as the channels began changing again. "Hey, I was actually watching that." Freddy retorted.

"Big whoop, no one cares, besides I'm missing my novella." Djinn responded. Freddy shot a dirty glance at him. Then he gave a sly smile. "Ya know, I really wish that you would just hand the control to me." Freddy said, as his grin grew broader. Djinn gave Freddy a pissed off look as he unwillingly gave the remote to him.

"Darn these loop holes." Djinn muttered.

Freddy continued smiling. Since he was a demon, his soul was already taken , but he was technically human, so Freddy could make a wish, giving him sort of an unlimited wishing ability. "Listen Fred, could you just watch the show, mabey you'll find it interesting." Djinn persuaded.

Freddy sighed, he decided humor him that time. "What channel is it on?"

"Channel 79." Djinn said.

Freddy pressed the 7 and 9 on the control. A voice spoke from the screen. "Ahora, de nuevo a la muerte de mi amante."

Freddy just gawked at the T.V. Screen.

A female figure was on the television. "Sabía que usted estaba con esa mujer. ¿Por qué, por qué usted mintió a mí?" The lady cried, with tears in her eyes.

"What the..." Freddy was still in shock that the channel was spanish.

"Shhh..." Djinn hushed Freddy. "Maria is confronting Jose."

Freddy stared blankly at Djinn.

"Well, Maria is married to Jose, but Jose has a mistress named Herma, who was killed by someone, but the murderer is in the family. So, the wife finds out and now she's speaking out." Djinn said giving the synopsis without peering away from the novella.

"Whatever, I'm going to take a nap-" Freddy was cut off by a knock on the door. "Door's open." He shouted. The knocking ceased for a minute, and then a storm of knock came from the door. "For cripes sake, HOLD YOUR DAMN HORSES, I'M COMING!" Freddy roared.

Freddy yanked open the door. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU," Freddy looked out there was no one there.

"Uh, down here Fred." A voice said.

Freddy looked down. "Ah, hello Chucky. Tiff kicked you out again?"

"Heh, something like that." Chucky replied.

Freddy cringed. This is just what he needed. A spanish show he knew nothing now, and now a real-life drama with a stupid doll and his melodramatic wife. This was going to be a looong day.

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(notices Freddy reading over shoulder)

Freddy: Hmm, not bad, but why is Djinn watching a novella, and what about the whole night thing, what are we, nocturnal?

Me: Well, the novella is for humor reasons, and the whole night time thing doesn't really mean you're nocturnal, just that you've worked and...wait, why am I explaining this to you?

Freddy: Because your an idiot who writes fan fictions

Me: (glares) Oh, I'll show you and idiot. (finds iron in drawer and raises it at Freddy)

Hannibal: (from living room) Ronnie

Me: (still has iron raised) What?

Hannibal: Please lower the iron.

Me: (sigh) Yes Hannibal (puts down iron)

Freddy: (sticks tongue out and jeers)

Me: (mouths) You are sooo going to get beaten, eventually