The Shape lurks around every corner, in the nooks and crannies of your mind; waiting for something...waiting for its chance to strike. Haddonfield knows the Shape well, after all, over 150 of its people have fallen to the soulless knife wielding demon. The shape is far from human, and all those who underestimate it and call it only human...will find out the hard way the true meaning of a nightmare.
The battle at Camp Crystal Lake was long and fierce, seemingly stuck at a standstill for minutes until the two literally tore each other to shreds, neither seeming to win. However, neither could truly die, so Freddy Krueger was sent back into the prison of his mind, and Jason left to regenerate. Freddy is understandably furious at his defeat at the hands of Jason. "That son of a bi**h is gonna pay, I'll make sure he does. NOBODY HUMILIATES ME!" He paces back and forth through the familiar and hated boiler room, the room where he gained his strange powers over nightmares. "If only there was someone else...someone else who had the ability to defeat that slow ret***d child." Freddy ponders to himself, claws clicking thoughtfully against the metal side of a boiler. Boredom quickly overcomes his thoughts of revenge, and Freddy growls deep in his throat, how was he supposed to find a victim trapped in here?
Hours later, an answer to his predicament enters the dream world, oblivious to the pain and horror he is about to experience. The teenage boy looks around inquisitively, fear starting to take hold in his mind. Freddy grins wickedly, and lets loose a terrible laugh, meant to send shivers down your back. The boy yelps and takes off in a random direction. Freddy smirks at the boys' action "You're a squirmy little son of a bi*** aren'tcha?" Freddy teleports directly in front of the poor boy, skillfully grabbing him by the throat, cutting off his air supply. "Tsk tsk...I was just wondering when someone would come and visit poor old Freddy! Welcome to my world BIT**!" Freddy snarls like a rabid dog, his voice ragged and full of menace. He tosses the boy through the air, and he lands in a heap on the cold hard cement floor. A cracking of ribs can be heard and the boy coughs and groans in pain, desperately trying to raise himself onto his feet. "What a miserable piece of dung you are...can't even fight back." Freddy taunts, holding one of his sharp claws to the boys' throat. The boy bravely responds with defiance in his sharp blue eyes as blood drips from his lips. "You are nothing compared to the Boogeyman." In response, Freddy cackles, holding his ribcage because of his intense laughing fit. He then proceeds to wrap the boy in electrical wires with his power, effectively trapping the helpless teenager. "Kiddo, I hate to break it to you...but there is NO SUCH THING AS THE BOOGEYMAN!" The boy knows he is going to die, knows there is no waking up from this nightmare; yet he decides to do something quite reckless. "You're wrong...the Boogeyman is real, and his name is Michael Myers. He lives in Haddonfield. You are nothing compared to him." Freddy feels a flicker of curiosity, tinged with rage that this kid would dare taunt him. " Really? If this so called Boogeyman does exist, he is merely human, and I am a God, a God who controls your deepest fears." The kid laughs, pissing off Freddy, and says "Michael is no human...he is the Devil incarnate, he can not be killed, but I'm guessing you can." Freddy has had enough of this kids defiance, and snaps his fingers. The electrical wires holding the boy come to life, sparks flying while screams fill the musty air of the boiler room. The boys' screams of pain quickly die, leaving Freddy alone with his thoughts. "If what the boy says is true, and this supposed "Boogeyman" Michael Myers is real...he would be the perfect pawn to take down Elm Street and bring me back to power once and for all!" he mutters to himself, his thoughts swirling with excitement at the prospect of freedom. He paces the boiler room planning, scheming to make sure NOTHING goes wrong this time...his control must be perfect this time around, can't have another failed attempt like Jason. A wicked grin lights up Freddy's face as his plan is finalized and he clicks his finger knives together in anticipation of the excitement and spilt blood ahead.
Weaving through the fabric of the dream world and limbo, Freddy makes his way steadily towards what he thinks may be his new pawn. Soon enough, a figure appears in the silver mist sitting on a wooden chair staring at a pumpkin? 'The boy never said the Boogeyman was a loon.' thought Freddy as he smirked at this ridiculous behavior. Freddy stays just out of sight examining his target to make sure he would be able to work to his use. 'A Lot bigger than I imagined, and quite muscular. Strange though how he is obsessed with that pumpkin, maybe I could use that to my advantage somehow.' Mind decided, Freddy makes his presence known, stepping up to Michael while clicking his prized knives together. However, Michael takes no notice of Freddy, his gaze glued to the jack-o-lantern. Freddy pretends not to notice, although internally he is enraged by Michael's ignorance. "I've heard much about you Michael Myers...you seem to have gained a reputation as the Boogeyman. I could use an immortal such as you on my side to spread the fear to the farthest reaches of the earth! EVERYONE would know our names and you wouldn't have to be trapped here!" The only response Freddy receives is a silent turn of the head and an icy cold gaze devoid of any light, sending chills down even Freddy's spine. Freddy groans inwardly, 'Of course it has to be another retard who can't speak!' although he doesn't say so out loud. "Halloween is coming up, and seeing as you don't have any relatives alive, wouldn't a trip somewhere else bring a little excitement? There are some teens on Elm Street who need to be taught a lesson, a lesson on manners." Silence fills the air for several seconds as The Shape considers this request. After a few seconds of tense silence, Michael turns once again to Freddy slowly and cocks his head as if asking a question. "I don't understand your silence, but if you're asking why I need you it's because those fools trapped me in this limbo. They burned me alive and watched as I suffered! Now tell me if you're going to help or not!" Michael stands up slowly yet deliberately, eyes trained on Freddy's as he towers over the shorter legend sending a silent message of 'don't mess with me.' Freddy instinctively clenches his fists, ready to fight but Michael only nods and exits the limbo, preparing for the upcoming bloodbath.
Freddy is left to ponder the wisdom of choosing Michael as his pawn, after all, there was something deep within Michael that was much darker than Freddy had expected. 'How could a human be so emotionless? He cared none for the conversation or threat I posed, in fact he seemed rather bored. Ugh! I'm thinking too much about this, he stands no chance against me in my own world, if I could defeat Jason in my world this killer wanna-be will be in for a shock!'
The Shape awakens in pitch darkness, yet it feels no surprise nor does it feel fear, for the darkness was where it was born and where it would return. Standing up, the Shape takes in its' surroundings of dirt and rotten boards. Its' last encounter with the police and townspeople of Haddonfield left Michael in the bottom of an abandoned mineshaft broken and battered. However, time heals all wounds and for Michael, he had all the time in the world. Its' pale white scarred hands grasp at the hard dirt, clawing his way back towards the light that promises new bloodshed. Squinting its' eyes against the bright sunlight beaming through the boarded up cracks of the entrance as it readjusts its' grip on the edge of the pit. Using one hand to smash the wooden planks to pieces, it quickly pulls itself out into the light of day where it evaluates its' next move. Its' icy gaze takes in the area, looking for threats or possible opportunities. Luckily, nobody was around to see its escape from the void, so it quickly hides in the shadows of the woods behind it. Next, it must retrieve a weapon, preferably a long kitchen knife for its purposes. With the skill of a trained hunter, Michael makes his way through the woods silently, on alert for any nearby opportunities. Soon enough, he reaches a small ring of houses surrounded by the woods and effectively separated from the city. After carefully observing each house, he finds one that appears to be unlocked and the occupants either gone or asleep. Stealthily, he opens the door on silent hinges and enters into the quaint little home. Searching quietly, he quickly finds the kitchen and begins to search the drawers, opening each with caution. Soon enough, he finds exactly what he is looking for and pockets it while creeping back to the safety of the woods. Next up, Elm Street!