October 2019

Darkness. An empty void of nothing. A dreamless sleep. That's what Nick Fury felt. Or at least, should have felt. But tonight broke that mold.

Fury found himself on the Helicarrier, but something was off. No one was on the bridge and if he looked out the window, all that could be seen was pitch black night.

"Hill?" Nick asked, looking around. "Agent Romanoff? Barton?" Nothing. Silence. Always the fearless director of SHIELD, Fury pulled out his personalized pistol and began walking down the corridors, but still found no one there. Fury attempted to contact anyone, from Agents Hill and Barton to even Tony Stark. Still, nothing.

"Dammit." Fury cursed, but then looked up, seeing what looked like a light in one of lab rooms. Nick paused, realizing it was Bruce Banner's old lab, back when they were searching for the Tesseract. After taking out a flashlight, Fury continued into the lab, where watched the screen flicker multiple images. Nick squinted his one good eye, making out some of the images. A hockey mask. A plain white mask with hair. A clawed glove. A man wearing a human face and wielding a chainsaw. Even more faces flashed by, until it rested on the image of a type of ebony obelisk, with some form of writing in the middle.

Just as Fury was about to step forward, he heard the metallic scrape of knives, and he turned around, just in time to raise his arm in defense. The knives slashed clean through his arm, and Fury fired several rounds at what appeared to be darkness. Then he heard the cackle.

"Bullets can't harm me, bitch!" That voice. Fury's blood ran cold. He's heard of him before. The man of people's dreams… or nightmares. "You're in my world now!"

"It can't be." Fury murmured, as a man stepped into the dim light. The man- or demon- sported a red and green sweater, an old brown fedora, and on his right hand was a glove fitted with four knives. That would explain the slashing. But the face was what got Fury the most. The man looked as if he was roasted alive, with burns covering his entire face. "Krueger?!"

"In the flesh!" Freddy Krueger cackled. "Time to give Stevie Wonder a twin!" Freddy laughed a sinister laugh and lunged, and Fury was, for once, stricken with fear to do anything.

Fury gasped awake in his safehouse, breathing heavily. He checked the clock next to his cot, and groaned as the red numbers read three AM. Nick then felt a flash of pain, and he looked down at his arm, seeing four slash marks. Fury grimaced, knowing full well that was Krueger's power. Unfortunately, as he looked past the clock, Nick found himself staring at a glass of water that was half empty, and right next to it was a bottle of pills prescribed by his trusted doctor and psychiatrist, Neil Gordon. The label read "Hypnocil", which was what should have caused Fury to have a dreamless sleep.

As Fury began pondering what was going on, he heard a buzzing in his SHIELD communicator. After three more seconds, Fury tapped a button to answer the call.

"Director Fury?" Maria Hill's voice exploded from the phone. "We have a problem."

"What is is it?" Nick asked, getting up quickly.

"The agent in charge of our Crystal Lake facility called in a half hour ago- Jason Voorhees has escaped." Hill answered. "We don't know how. The cryo-lab he was locked in was supposed to be under lockdown after that leak in 2010."

"And I just got attacked by Freddy Krueger." Fury grumbled. "Even with taking Hypnocil."

"Do you think they're connected?"

"Could be." Fury revealed. "Before Krueger attacked me, I was watching a screen that flashed images of him, Jason, and I think Myers and the Cenobites, among other supernatural demons."

"Should we call the Avengers?" Hill asked, urgent.

"Negative, they've earned a break." Fury told her. "But I have an idea for another response team…"

Alice Pierce's eyes snapped open, and she looked around, seeing nothing but white rooms and corridors. With a chill down her spine, she realized she was in Harrogate institute.

"Oh no…" Alice mumbled, and she began running down the hall, finding the office. Without a moment of hesitation, Alice threw open the door, only to scream at the sight of a burning corpse, while a doll with blonde hair laughed wickedly. Upon hearing the scream, the doll turned around, staring Alice in the eye.

"Come to admire your own handiwork?" the doll laughed. Alice shrunk back, realizing the doll was her, when she made the decision to transfer her soul to help save her aunt.

"Oh God. What's happening?" Alice asked, and she began backing away. Simply backing up was no use, as the doll with her voice pounced on her, causing the both of them fall out of the room.

"Welcome to your nightmare." The doll cackled, and raised a shard of glass. Thinking quickly, Alice punched the plastic doll in the face, before throwing it off of her and into one of Harrogate's padded cells.

"Aw, come on, don't you wanna play?" The doll asked, pretending to be upset. "You can't run away from your darkness forever."

"You're right, I'm locking it up." Alice admitted, slamming the cell door shut. "And if you're going to try to do what happened to my Uncle Andy, don't bother. I'm not ashamed for killing Foley, or any of those assholes who threatened my family or friends."

"We'll see how tough you are." The doll sneered. "You'll be cowering like a little bitch when they come."

"What?" Alice asked, shocked. "Who's coming? What's on the way?"

Alice woke up, repeating her question, while her Aunt Nica and Uncle Andy ran into her room.

"Alice, are you okay?" Nica asked, worried. "We overheard you talking in your sleep."

"Alice, did you have a nightmare?" Andy asked. "What happened?" Alice looked up at Andy, then at Nica, and back towards Andy.

"Something's coming."