Title: This Maniac's In Love with YOU!

Author: Kat!

Disclaimer: Don't own him...wish I did. Oh the possibilities.

Rating: Maybe a solid R

Content: Twisted romance, language, love, lust, sex, and other fun things.

Characters: Freddy Krueger (OOC, sort of.) and an unidentified female *ahem* victim.

Summary: Well, you see, there's this girl…

Other Notes: This is the first thing I've written in years, so be gentle. First few chapters are exposition heavy but it's worth it, promise! Please stick with me and be patient!

Lyrical inspiration: "This Maniac's In Love with You" by Alice Cooper (loosely)

There were times this dream world had its advantages and there were times when it didn't. This just happened to be firmly planted in the latter of the two. For weeks he'd been pacing about, trying to figure out exactly what to do. Because, well, you see…there was this girl. Not just any girl, mind you, those he'd been able to slice and dice like they meant nothing. And they didn't. This girl was something special, however. Though he'd like to be able to say it was due to some lovely and wonderful reason, like her pure mind or innocent heart that he just couldn't bear to mangle…but it all boils down to the fact that she was just insanely fucking hot. Even in death he could recognize a nice rack when he saw it.

All of the other girls would taunt and tease him, going to sleep in barely-there pajamas that always had a tendency to become dirty or otherwise see-through. This girl? She slept in sweatpants and a tank top…and for some reason it drove him mad. Just the thought of her big green eyes, long black hair, and ample assets covered by material he couldn't wait to slice through caused feelings to stir in him that he hadn't felt since the night he'd made his daughter so many years ago. Which is why this dream world he was trapped in sucked so god-awful bad. He had to wait and he was NOT a patient man. Never had to be, really, and tonight he was especially antsy. Blades sharp? Check. Boiler room clean? Check. Sweater pressed and hat tilted? Check and Check. Oh how he hated feeling like a caged animal…it almost made him feel like one of his victims.

Tonight was going to be the night. When she entered his world there would be no leaving it until he got what he so desperately wanted. Yes yes, her pesky soul would come later but tonight would be a feast for the senses, a flesh buffet like no other.