(PLEASE READ EVERYTHING HERE, ESPECIALLY THE WARNINGS AND THE NOTE BEFORE STARTING THE STORY.)
Summary: Legends never truly die. There's just never been a true way to revive them to their full potential. Until now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the A Nightmare on Elm Street franchise, including characters, setting, or plots.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: OCs, slash, swearing, violence/gore, rape, mpreg
Main Pairing: Freddy Krueger/OC
Note: I'm so going to hell for this. If anything that I have stated IN THE WARNINGS bothers you, then don't read this story. Seriously, I'm giving you the chance to leave now and if you stick around, read it, and bitch to me then I'm just gonna give you a big 'F U.'
Also I'm not a particular fan of pairing up OCs with main characters but… whatever. It's my fanfic and I will do as I damn well please. ]:
'Italics'- Thoughts of characters
"Italics" - Whispering, far away voices
Chapter One
"So that's it I guess. Freddy's dead, again. Well, at least the Robert Englund Freddy that we know and love." A soft sigh followed the somewhat somber comment as a slender hand reached down to grab the DVD remote, pausing the screen. A smirking Fred Krueger stared back at them from the sizable flat screen TV, a bold 'RIP' typed across the bottom of the photo.
"It shouldn't really be a surprise to you now Jamie. I mean this is like what, the third or fourth Nightmare on Elm Street marathon that we've had? It's almost pathetic how well we know these movies… We can practically list off all the characters in each one and describe how they died! Though we always forget the name of Nancy's best friend from the original…" A teenage boy with light blonde hair managed to take his eyes away from the television, peering at his friend with amusement. The other male, a smaller, slimmer brunette rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Still! Freddy is just… a classic! He should never die! Though he does come back again in A New Nightmare, but that's not my Freddy." He gave a mournful sigh before throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation, "I mean what's up with the black trench coat and combat boots? Personally I think Freddy's hard-core enough without that get up. And his glove is a lot cooler than that gross hand with the tendons showing." The blonde snorted beside him, shifting his position on the couch that they'd been sitting on for a solid ten and a half hours. They'd only paused in their movie watching to use the bathroom and grab snacks.
Besides those few moments they were glued to the sofa, immersing themselves in the world of Fred Krueger and his victims.
"Your Freddy, huh? I agree he is pretty cool on his own with his Christmas sweater, but I can see why they added that extra crap too. They wanted to make a point that he was eviler and more dangerous. Which… I don't think he was. I mean he did the same things he usually did. The only thing that was different was that he didn't have cheesy lines." They both cracked a smile at that, "Oh, and the movie didn't have 80s music that totally didn't fit with any of the scenes."
"Yeah, I kinda missed that… But seriously Dustin, Freddy is probably my all time favorite slasher villain. I mean he's not you know… boring. He has personality and he talks and doesn't hide his face all the time so it's not like anyone can play him. Only Robert Englund can pull it off. Which I thought would keep the movie industry from messing around with the franchise like they did with Halloween and Friday the 13th, but they just had to screw up Freddy too." Dustin knew Jamie was referring to the remake of A Nightmare on Elm Street, which the boy had blatantly refused to see after he heard Robert Englund was not the one playing Freddy.
Dustin hadn't bothered seeing it either since their other best friend, Kaleb, was a huge pussy when it came to horror flicks. Even though he was a 'big, bad football and hockey player,' he refused to see any movies that seemed like they'd be the slightest bit scary. Which was very frustrating for Jamie, as horror was his favorite genre.
In any case Dustin was there for him, and he enjoyed watching whatever films his eccentric friend picked out for him.
"There's just not enough creativity in the world now," He shrugged somewhat helplessly, not sure what to say in response to his friend's sudden outburst, "Just take comfort in the fact that we have all these old movies with Krueger in them to watch." Dustin stood up with a yawn, stretching his arms into the air before twisting his torso till his back cracked, "I think I better get going. It's late and I've got work tomorrow. We start the Jason movies next right? So we can eventually get to Freddy vs Jason?"
Jamie got up along with him, nodding as he stifled a yawn. He wasn't as much of a fan of the Friday the 13th movies, but they had to be watched before they could move onto Freddy vs Jason. It was just necessary! At least, that's what Jamie had told Dustin the first time they'd finished the last Freddy Krueger movie.
"Till next time Freddy, my love. I bid you farewell!" Once more Jamie was overly dramatic, blowing a kiss to the frozen picture before finally turning off the TV. He was gay, so he figured it was okay to have a tiny crush on an evil, bloodthirsty child molester and killer. It didn't make him weird at all. Nope.
"I swear if that guy was real, you would purposely fall asleep, just so you could see him." Dustin shook his head in disbelief as they both trudged up the stairs and out of Jamie's basement, closing the door behind them. Jamie gave his friend a silly grin as he pushed his slightly overgrown bangs out of his dark brown eyes.
"If Freddy were real I'd beg him to marry me and let me have his demon babies."
"Ew… I can only imagine how horrible they'd look. I mean, mixing your genetics with his? Sheesh, you're just asking for ugly-" An elbow to Dustin's ribs cut him off, but he let it go, chuckling at his friend's offended expression, "I'm teasing. Anyways I'll see you Monday at school. Sweet dreams."
He winked slyly before Jamie finally closed the door on his face, locking it securely and pressing his forehead against the cool wood. He was very, very tired, only because he'd been staying up late re-watching A Nightmare on Elm Street and all its sequels repeatedly each night. He was starting to turn in one of those crazed, obsessed fans!
But it wasn't like anyone knew about his fascination with Krueger. And he only had one poster of the killer on his wall, plus a mint condition action figure that he'd bought online. If he were truly in love with Freddy, he'd have more of his merchandise, right?
Jamie sighed, deciding it wasn't worth thinking about. Since he'd already had his fill of Freddy for the day he wandered up to his bedroom and swiftly undressed before hopping into bed. Finally he could get some decent sleep instead of just one hour before his alarm went off.
He was in a boiler room. And not just any boiler room, the boiler room. Jamie could hardly believe his eyes as he stepped forward, feeling cold concrete under his bare feet and listening to the hiss of steam coming from around him. Obviously his constant watching of Freddy movies was affecting his dreams… But this one just seemed so real.
Then again, he'd had a lot of dreams that seemed real. One involved he and Dustin getting married while sky diving off a plane with Kaleb as their priest dressed in drag. That one definitely hadn't been real, so this one probably wasn't either. Still, it was nice to think that he was in the lair of his favorite horror villain.
Jamie continued to move along, only letting out soft squeaks when a sudden steam blast startled him. Slowly he climbed up onto a metal grated ramp, proceeding to look around in amazement at every detail of the room. He stopped suddenly as the sound of metal on metal reached his ears, sending a few shivers down his spine. Brown eyes darted around, looking for the source of the sound.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you…" The sing-song voices of children echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the metal machines which amplified them greatly. Of course he'd hear Freddy's 'theme song' if he was having a dream about him…
"Three, four, better lock your door…" Jamie's voice cracked a bit as he sang the next line softly, daring to take a step forward. The ghostly children must have heard him because they moved on to the third line of the rhyme.
"Five, six, grab your crucifix…"
"Seven, eight, better stay up late..."
"Nine, ten, never sleep again!" This time it was not a child's voice he heard, and the line came from directly behind him, causing Jamie to let out a cry of surprise, spinning around quickly. The sudden movement caused vertigo and he stumbled backwards, falling on his ass, much to his embarrassment. Slowly he raised his eyes upward, expecting to see Freddy, the master of nightmares himself, but instead he saw nothing.
Oh right… Freddy liked messing around with his victims first before he killed them. Duh.
Shakily Jamie got to his feet, turning back around and heading in the same direction he had been before he was startled. Should he call out to the burned man? Tell him he knew who he was? He knew taunting him would only earn him a torturous death, and he didn't want to wake up and have those images in his head during school.
Staying quiet it is then… The brunette decided firmly. He'd let Freddy come to him. As a precaution he grabbed a metal pole that had been leaning against the rail of the pathway he was on; it'd probably been put there purposely by Freddy. Jamie figured that he could maybe get a hit in or two, if he were lucky. He wasn't exactly skilled in physical activities, especially not when he was panicking. Still, if Nancy and all those other people could beat up Freddy, then so could he!
Even if he'd feel bad doing it.
After five minutes with no action whatsoever, Jamie was almost convinced that Freddy had forgotten about him. Maybe he figured he wasn't worth his time killing? Or maybe he'd gone into someone else's dreams? Actually… how did that work? Could the killer be in more than one dream at once? Jamie wasn't sure. Besides, this was just a dream, and Freddy wasn't real.
"Hello there, pretty boy." Freddy's familiar, deep voice once more sounded in his ears, but this time Jamie froze up rather than moving. For one thing he could feel the killer's knives pressing against his lower back, and he also didn't want to risk falling again, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
Jamie would've laughed at the cheesy line had he not felt so terrified. Did this mean Freddy was going to cut out his tongue? I mean, with a comment like that it seemed like he would!
The boy decided not to reply verbally, instead he shook his head, tightening his grip on the pole in his hands. He knew he should do something… Attack Freddy or attempt to get away, but his mind had gone blank. Maybe this was why people acted so dumb in horror movies… they just couldn't think when they were in such a dangerous position.
For once he felt sorry for all the mean comments he'd made concerning people in distress in horror flicks.
"You seem like you'd be chattier… Then again, I haven't had enough time to keep an eye on you yet," As he spoke one of his eyes popped out, landing in his ungloved hand which he promptly showed to Jamie, earning a gasp of surprise in response. He should've seen that coming… But something about Freddy's words confused him. Enough time to watch him? What was that supposed to mean?
"I don't… understand what you're saying…" Finally he spoke, voice soft and quivering. He flinched as the claws pressed harder, still not breaking the skin but causing him pain nonetheless. He should have just stayed quiet…
"But the longer you stay here, the more I learn… Interesting… Jamie is it? I thought that was a girl's name…" Jamie flushed in shame; it hadn't been the first time he'd heard that. In fact it was just one of the many things people teased him about. Well as long as Freddy didn't mention him being- "And not only do you have a girl's name, but you're a faggot too?"
Krueger let out a loud, barking laugh, causing his captive to shrink down in shame, face probably as hot as the boiler in the room. His voice suddenly turned mockingly sad, "But oh no… the boy you have a crush on has a hot girlfriend and is a complete homophobe… What a shame, tsk tsk. Though… we are in a dream now, aren't we?"
The room began to bend and change, morphing into something completely different, though it was still dark. Jamie was now in a room from his other dreams. The ones that woke him in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, but not from fear. He swallowed hard, stepping towards the queen sized bed that inhabited the middle of the candle-lit room. Maybe he was switching into a new dream… Maybe Krueger was gone!
Jamie forced himself to loosen up, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and anxiously smoothing out the soft comforter under him. This was how his dreams usually started. He'd be waiting on this bed, not sure what was happening and then… the door would open, like it did just now. The boy tensed up once more, staring fearfully at the doorway. But instead of Freddy, a broad shouldered, handsome teenager stepped in, clad in a pair of boxers.
It was him.
Jamie's eyes widened and his pulse instantly doubled, forgetting all about his previous nightmare and focusing on the boy approaching him with a seductive, yet loving, smile on his face. A pair of hands cupped his face, and slightly chapped lips coaxed his own into a kiss. Slowly Jamie was pushed down onto the bed, the older male between his legs, still kissing him deeply.
He was floating on air, feeling so blissful and loved… And then, the kiss grew rough. And the boy's tongue pushed further into Jamie's mouth, causing him to gag and squirm as his air was cut off. His eyes shot open, and he tried to shriek in terror as he realized exactly who was kissing him. Freddy's burnt lips turned upwards against his, his claws moving upward to lightly stroke through his victim's hair in a mock show of tenderness.
Finally his thick tongue slid out from Jamie's esophagus, allowing the choking boy to cough and gasp in air frantically. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes before they slowly dribbled down his cheeks, only to be lapped up hungrily by Freddy. Jamie shuddered at the feel of his slick, unnatural tongue running over his skin, keeping his eyes clamped shut the whole while.
"What's the matter sweetheart? Am I a bad kisser?" Freddy's gloved hand grabbed Jamie's face, making him look into his sadistic blue-green eyes, "I know about your other little secret… I know why I'm free again…" He hissed into the other's ear, pausing to flick his tongue against the rim of it, just to feel Jamie cringe against him, "See you again soon brat."
Jamie shot up out of bed as his alarm clock went off, which was still set for school days even though he was going to change it after the same thing happened Saturday. That meant he was awake at six am on a Sunday morning.
But he knew there was no way going back to sleep was an option.
Author's Note: Mm this story won't be too long I don't think. I have the main plot sketched out, it's just putting it together and what not that's the issue. I doubt anyone will read this, but I'm not writing it for other people so it doesn't matter. XD