This is just a little something I hope to continue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghostface or Michael Myers. I only own Tim, Spirit, Dagger, and Bryce.

He was close. He could feel it. Tim Krueger, the younger brother of the infamous Freddy Krueger, was in the yard of Sydney Prescott. His motivation? As much as he had admired his brother's work, he had also admired the work of the previous Ghostfaces. And they all had one thing in common - they all failed to kill Sydney. Tim wanted to be the one to do it. He had nothing against her. He just wanted to follow in his idols' footsteps.

Tim hasn't racked up a body count the way the others did. In fact, he hasn't killed anyone before. He's trained long and hard and he was finally ready. Tim had already worked his way past Sydney's entire security system and it wasn't easy. ESPECIALLY since he didn't come alone. Ghostface glanced down at his partner - a black and white female Alaskan Husky named Spirit.

"Ready, girl?" Ghostface whispered.

Spirit gave a quiet bark as if to say "yes."

"Let's do this," Ghostface said as he dialed Sydney's number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Sydney!"

"Crap. CRAP! Who the HELL are you now?!"

Ghostface chuckled. "You'll know soon enough." He nodded his head towards Sydney's open window. Spirit sprinted from the bushes they were hiding in and climbed through it.

Go get her, Spirit. Ghostface thought.

Soon there was a series of loud barks, a scream, and a crash. Also, an alarm went off.

Ghostface facepalmed. Her alarm system! How could I have forgotten? How could I have been so STUPID?!

Ghostface knew the police would be there in a matter of minutes, so he had to do this - fast. Quicky, he scrambled through the same window Spirit climbed through. He saw the dog pinning Sydney down, growling in her face.

Sydney looked past the husky and glared at Ghostface. "So who ARE you?" She asked.

"You really want to know?" Ghostface asked. But he sighed in defeat and removed his mask to reveal his face. He had brown hair in the style of an anime character, bright blue eyes, and two scars - one down his right cheek, and one across his chin.

"What the - ? Who the hell are you?" Sydney asked in disbelief.

"I'm Tim Krueger, the younger brother of Freddy Krueger. I HAVE no motive - just to follow in my idols' footsteps and finish what they have started," Tim explained and he pulled the mask back on.

"Screw you!" Sydney shouted.

Ghostface laughed and started for Sydney, Buck 120 knife exposed. But before he could proceed, alarms sounded in the distance, causing Ghostface to freeze and look out the window. Spirit heard them, too and she stopped growling.

"I'd get out of here if I were you. The alarm system is linked to the most efficient cops in Woodsboro. They'll be here very soon," Sydney warned.

Ghostface grunted. "Damnit, you're right. Let's go, Spirit," Ghostface signaled his dog and they started for the window. Spirit jumped out, but Ghostface paused. "But don't think this is over," he said to Sydney before climbing out and racing into the bushes.

They raced across her property and jumped into the car - a black Honda Civic. Ghostface hit the gas and sped off. Little did he realize that Sydney watched them go and she caught the license plate - JAN 1996.

When the cops arrived, Sydney explained what happened, giving them a full description. The cops thanked her and left, chasing after the Civic.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Ghostface said when he spotted the police cars.

Spirit whined.

"Don't worry, girl. We're not going to get caught," Ghostface assured. I hope... he added silently.

He drove throughout the night, but the cops were still on their trail. Eventually, he left Woodsboro and it was then the cops gave up on the chase. But he knew he couldn't stay just outside of Woodsboro. In fact, he probably wasn't safe in California. Hell, he probably wasn't safe in the whole east side of the U.S.A.! Stories about murderers travel quickly, after all.

By the time it was dawn, a very tired Ghostface looked out the window at a sign - Welcome to Haddonfield!

Haddonfield, Ghostface thought to himself. I'm in the middle of the country. Plus, this is the home of Michael Myers. I'm probably safe here. I'll go back to Woodsboro once that incident has blown over.

Ghostface continued driving until he came to a motel parking lot. It looked cozy enough. But the motel hadn't opened yet, so he just caught up on his sleep right there in the car.

When he woke up, he looked in the backseat. The night before, he figured something like this would happen, so he took time to pack anything he and his dog would need out in the streets. Sure, it was cowardly of him to run away from his crime that had yet to be completed, but Tim's goal was to be the longest lasting Ghostface. He removed his cloak and mask to reveal what he had on underneath - a plain black T-Shirt and jeans. He grabbed his bags and climbed out of the car. He whistled for Spirit and she followed him to the motel lobby.

When he walked in, he went straight to the desk. "Hi. I don't know how long I'll be staying, but I need a room."

"Well, you're in luck! We have a room available. Room A7" the lady at the desk said and she handed him a card that acts as his key.

"All right! Thanks!" Tim said and he and Spirit went to the room.

Tim immediately checked the bed for bed bugs and when he discovered there weren't any, he flopped on the bed and fell asleep. Spirit curled up next to him and they were both soon asleep.

That afternoon, around 2 P.M., Tim awoke to the sound of Spirit scratching the door to be let out.

Tim groaned. "All right, Spirit. Let's go for a walk." He stood up and grabbed her leash from his bag and clipped it to her collar.

The two of them wandered about the unfamiliar streets of Haddonfield. Suddenly, Spirit started tugging fiercely on her leash in the direction of a dog park that had recently opened.

Tim laughed a little. "Okay. Let's go check it out." They went up to the gate and walked through. Once behind the fence, Ghostface unclipped the leash and let Spirit run around and meet the other dogs there. Tim went in the opposite direction and spotted a bench. Sitting on the bench was a man in navy blue polo shirt and jeans. He had dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. When Tim got closer, he realized the man had the blackest eyes he had ever seen. In fact, Tim recognized those eyes. He'd recognize them anywhere. Cautiously, Tim walked up to the man.

"Excuse me," Tim said.

The man looked up at him. His blank stare sent chills up Tim's spine.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" Tim asked.

The man nodded and turned his attention back to the dogs running around the small field.

"Thanks," Tim said as he sat down. The two of them sat in silence. Time eventually broke the silence. "So which one's yours?"

The other man pointed to a tan and black German Shepherd.

"Oh! Mine's actually right next to yours!" Tim said as he pointed to Spirit.

The man nodded.

"I'm Tim, by the way."

"Michael."

Michael? I THOUGHT I recognized those eyes! Is he ... Michael MYERS? Tim just had to know. He cleared his throat. "You know, you look familiar. I've seen you somewhere."

"You probably have. I get that a lot."

"Myers, right? Michael Myers?" Tim asked.

Michael looked at Tim with wide eyes. "H-how did you know?"

"I've heard your story. The Babysitter murders, the Curse of Thorn, the whole thing. I also kind of can't help but admire your work."

"ADMIRE it? Why?"

"Well, ever heard of the Woodsboro killer?"

"I think so. Isn't he the guy who tried to kill that girl? Sydney? And he's, like, obsessed with horror movies?"

"Yep! I've taken the identity of him. But I ran away when I nearly got caught. I know it's cowardly, but I want to be the Ghostface that lasts longer than all the others," Tim explained.

"And yet you have a dog?"

"Well, she's my partner. Why do YOU have a dog? Don't you eat them?"

"I used to, yes. But I don't anymore. I stopped when Dagger helped me escape a gang of K-9 dogs. Now he and I live together."

"Also, you're silent in your movies. But you're talking now. Why's that?"

"I only talk when I'm off duty. Which will never happen again. I get along with my sister and niece. We live in the old Myers' house. My psychiatrist wants the police to take me in, but they actually let me off the hook for improvement in behavior. Plus, Laurie bailed me out. I haven't seen Loomis since then."

"Oh. That's cool."

"So what's your motivation?"

"All the previous Ghostfaces are my idols. I'm just trying to finish what they started. I'm also tougher to beat than them because I've got my brother on my side."

"Who's your brother?"

"Freddy Krueger."

"So you're a Krueger?"

"Yep! Though we're very different from each other."

"Are you younger or older than him?"

"Younger."

"Ya know, Freddy's married to my best friend."

"Jason? Yeah. They have a kid, too. Freddy somehow got pregnant with Bryce."

"Oh, yeah!"

"It's weird, isn't it?"

"That a male got pregnant?"

"That too. I'm talking about how Freddy and Jason despised each other and then they ended up getting married."

"Ha. Yeah. It is strange how that works." Michael looked at his watch. "Oh, crap! I better be getting back. Laurie and Jamie are probably wondering where I am." Michael stood up and whistled.

Dagger, who was still running around with Spirit, looked at his master and bounded towards him. Michael clipped on Dagger's leash and started to leave, but he stopped and turned to Tim. "I'll see you around."

"See you around," Tim replied. Then he whistled for Spirit. The two killers parted ways.

That night Tim was lying in his bed. Even though Spirit was fast asleep on the floor, the young killer couldn't sleep. His mind was racing. I just met Michael freaking Myers. I hope I get a chance to see him again. He's even hotter in person. But I can't tell him that! I've never really told anyone I'm gay. Only Freddy knows. Man, why does coming out have to be such a challenge?

Little did Ghostface know, Michael was lying awake in his bed, processing what had happened that day. Damn, who knew Freddy's brother would be so cute? I can't tell him that, can I? I don't know his sexuality! Then again, he doesn't know mine, either. No one knows. Jeez, who knew being bi had to feel like something that had to be kept secret until the time is right?

Welp, that wraps up the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it!