[I do NOT OWN any of these characters except mine….They all belong to their respective folks. First real fan fiction of these things that I've done…so I'm gonna ask that you be nice…and review…flamers keep me warm at night…when Krueger can't do it himself~ /winks/]
Chapter One-Introductions
I was having trouble falling asleep again. Just one of those nights. You know where you stay up for a long time, you go through that stage where all you want to do is fall asleep…and you make it past that stage…and suddenly your wide awake…Yeah, I'd done it again. Stayed up reading fan fictions on the computer about horror film characters. I especially liked the ones where a person ends up in the movies realm. You know, the ones where your character is a fan of a certain movie and voila suddenly you find out that that movie is some how real? Yeah, we've seen them all. Wonderful fan fictions, but that's beside the point. Here I am, trying to get to sleep. Its fall break. Means its not hot out but not too cold yet. Perfect weather. I was left alone at the house, which is probably why I'd stayed up in the first place. I don't like being alone, not that I'm afraid, but I prefer peoples company.
I'd pirated all the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. Gawd, I love them movies. Who doesn't like Krueger? Guy is…well…not really TALL TALL like Jason…but tall enough for me. He's got a great sense of humor. ((No sarcasm)) And he isn't that bad looking burnt…Yeah, friends call me weird for that. He kills people in their sleep-in the Dream World. I think I'd prefer that kind of death then being chased by a serial killer through the woods. You could just order some medicine…the ones that stop you from dreaming…Yeah, problem solved. Besides~ None of these movies are real. Some of us deranged fans just wish they were. Deranged…like me….well, enough with the boring explanation…Not that explanations are bad. They help EXPLAIN things…but they lack finesse and ACTION. Who doesn't love action? Especially in a horror story. Oh dear? Did I ruin it…?
"Freddy's coming for you~ Oh oh oh…you better run now," I said smirking as I watched Freddy Krueger closing in one of the characters in one of his random movies. I lost count of which one I even had in. I actually…think it was Freddy vs. Jason at this point. It's not a BAD movie, but not particularly the best. I snickered as the screen flashed back to the two kids with beers in their hands making fun of Jason. Poor Jason. I did feel sorry for him. He was misunderstood…and if EVERYONE would just STAY OFF of his damn property, he'd probably be fine. I yawned loudly, suddenly feeling sleepy. Meh, I should get up and turn off the tv…whatever….My eyes closed and my head fell forwards.
My head continued to fall along with the rest of me, scaring the crap out of me. I landed hard on some metal grated floor. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Okay okay okay. This is what you get for having a Freddy Krueger marathon in your living room all by yourself. It leads to strange dreams. I paused looking around. Never before had one of my own dreams about Krueger, yes I had many, had been in this much detail. I doubt I could've remembered all of this from the movie…as a fixated with the main guy as I was. The sound of claws tapping on metal railing got my attention. Okay, today…I did NOT want to prove the theory about if the mind thinks something's real the body responds thing. Not tonight. I started to run away from the sound of claw tapping, or…I thought I was. I got confused as I took a couple of more turns and ended up in front of some of these lockers. Wait…hadn't the chick in those movies died here-no…Jason had killed her. I resisted the impulse to roll my eyes, yeah, that made me feel so~ much better. I whirled around and froze as a familiar silhouette emerged from the steam. Fedora…and claws on his right hand. He made no sound as he walked, except for his claws that he slid over the railing as he approached me. If this was my dream…then I might as well face the demon now…Besides, I hated running around. He stopped in front of me and my eyes roamed around him. Wow, talk about impressive detail. Burned alright…sweater yeah…fedora, so sexy…and claws…very….kinky? Yeah, I went as Miss. Krueger for Halloween once.
"Well hello," he growled out softly in that deep baritone voice of his. Robert had a wonderful low voice when it came to Krueger. I don't know, maybe its just me. He crossed his arms and leaned against the railing as he looked me over. I must now admit to not being dressed in the 'perfect outfit'…normally in dreams, you're usually wearing whatever you want to wear…so why was I still wearing my pjs from tonight? If I was going to see Krueger…I would've wanted to wear something else for a change. Not my baggy gray sweatpants and too big 'Lifes about the games' t-shirt from my dad. I bet my hair was all messy too. Yeah, still in that make-shift ponytail knot thing I did. I hadn't had a shower that night…so…my legs needed to be shaved as well. Ugh, I felt dirty now.
"Hi," I said seeming a little put-off. Krueger's lips peeled upwards into that seemingly knowing smirk of his.
"You don't seem very scared of me….Though…I must admit I'm a little 'rusty'," He said flicking his claws at me as if to show me them," I haven't had visitors in…oh I don't know…ages…Guess no ones really wanted to see poor ole lonely Krueger…" He tilted his head just slightly as he studied me again. Ugh, I hated how it felt so real….Why hadn't I taken a shower…or gone to sleep in the good pjs…Well, If I'd of KNOWN I was going to be dreaming like this…I would've gotten changed. His claw gently tapped my cheek bringing me out of my thoughts. "Now now…it's rude to visit and ignore your host…." He chuckled slightly at my nervous look.
"I-I'm sorry?" I questioned, taking a small step back. I quickly glanced behind me to make sure I wasn't going to fall down a hole or something. I did not want to accidentally kill myself.
"Oh don't worry about that…We're in the…more safer section of my world…the rest is…rather bleak and rundown…" He said and tapped his claws on the metal," Though…I wonder as to why this section suddenly came back to life…not that I'm worried….I'm not very strong anymore…" Suddenly he was right in front of me, I mean that we were touching as to how close he was. I was leaning back, and he was examining my face. "Ah…feel that fear…radiating off of you like a drug….mmm" He inhaled, closing his eyes as if he really did enjoy it. " Intoxicating…." I very slowly edged back away from him, seeing as how his eyes were closed. My heart was attempting to compete in the Olympics…and I think it was winning. I took a deep calming breath, trying not to seem so scared. I put on my brave face, but inside I was crying. This was too real for me. I loved Krueger in the films, but in real life…he was…intimidating…and a little scary. I mean, the guy raped people and killed them.
"Uh…You aren't…real," I stated, not sounding very confident. I was trying to convince myself that this really was just a dream. His eyes opened suddenly and he flicked his gaze to me. His eyes boring into mine.
"I'm not…am I?" He said approaching me, I started walking backwards away from him. "You don't seem so sure of yourself-" I bumped into a wall that had appeared behind me as the scene changed. I was back in my room, with Krueger. He looked around as if vaguely amused. "And my realm has expanded I see…" He turned and went over to my desk, cluttered with junk. Then he opened my closet. My hand went to my doorknob, but I couldn't get it open…must've been locked. This was by far the creepiest dream I'd experienced. I swallowed hard, wondering what Krueger was doing. "A room says a lot about a person," he replied as if I'd asked that thought aloud. He turned back to me, arms crossed over his chest again. "And your room says…." He appeared in front of me and I jerked back slamming hard into the doorknob…I mean really hard…Pain seared through my side and Krueger's eyes widened. "NO!"
I fell off the couch hard, pain still searing through my back. I rubbed in gingerly, wondering what the hell had just happened. I glanced at the tv and saw a bunch of static rolling across it. Yeah, weird dreams brought about by movies….and too much sweet tea. I got up stumbling to the bathroom to check on my back. Sure enough…there was a bruise. I walked into my room….and was scared…my closet door was open for some reason. That's typical how my horror dreams went…not at all like a confrontation with Krueger…more like my first nightmare that involved-
"Hi ya tuts," A familiar voice said from somewhere behind me…and towards the floor. I whirled around seeing Chucky in my hallway. Oh shit…now there's a movie that I love but still creeps the hell out of me…dolls coming to life…not cool. "hee hee hee…I'm coming…ready or NOT!" He flung himself towards me and I slammed the door shut on him. Why me? Was I still asleep? I leaned against the door, cursing the fact that there wasn't a lock-and screamed in pain as a knife slid out from under the door stabbing my foot. I hopped away from the door, crying and scared as hell. The door swung open…to reveal an empty hallway…and my cat. He meowed softly and sniffed the air…hissing at my closet but seeming okay. I looked at my foot, scared to god that something was-not wrong…There wasn't any blood at all. I was…safe? No…nothing was ever safe in horror films…Had my life become some sick and twisted horror film? I rocked back and forth slightly, crying until my parents came home. Of course they figured I'd just had a bad dream brought about by watching horror movies…they took all my movies away from me…not that I blamed them…I was kind of glad they were gone. Though…I might've been dreaming about Chucky…but not about Krueger…that was too real…and I had the bruise to prove it.
A few nights of no sleep could do bad things to a person. I scrutinized my expression in the mirror. Damn those black bags…they made me look like I had some kind of illness. I didn't though. I was kind of glad I still had some makeup left over from Kim's last visit, concealer did great to hide bags. I blink abit, fighting the urge to just close my eyes. I wasn't sure why I was avoiding sleep. It'd just been a dream right? Dream or not, tonight I had to get some sleep. So I took a shower, braided my wet hair into twin blonde braids that hung down my front, and made sure to shave. I stopped in front of the mirror to look at myself. Blue-green eyes stared back coldly. Tonight, I wore my black shorts that showed off my legs-not that I was a looker but a few years of band toned your legs-and my tan lacy camisole like top. I don't know why I felt like revealing a lot of skin…but…I guess because by trying to appear 'sexy' I got confident. I applied some shimmer lipgloss to my lips and laid down on my daybed, falling asleep as soon as my eyes closed.
I opened them again just a little worried, I was laying on a bed. I sat up and saw that it wasn't my room. The walls weren't purple and blue and this wasn't a daybed. I wasn't sure whose bedroom this was suppose to be. I'd never seen it in the movies. It had an 'old' feel too it, like it'd been around forever and hadn't modernized yet. The sheets were this satin red and there were several pillows on it. I noted rose petals as well. That was….akward…and sweet at the same time. The top quilt I was sitting on was black. I ran my hand over the bed sheets, liking how they felt against my exposed skin. If only I had a bed like this. I jumped a bit startled when I realized I was being watched from the open door. Freddy Krueger was leaning against the doorframe, blocking my exit….was I leaving then? I raised one of my eyebrows, noting some lit candles were around the room.
"Well…do you like it?" He asked as if seeking approval. I waited a bit, looking around as if considering my answer carefully.
"It's…unique…beautiful…stunning," I said and glanced back at him. Startled to find him laying on the bed in front of me. The door had vanished completely, and I noticed there were no windows. Oh…shit…"uh…What's the occasion f-?" I started to ask and was cut off as he laid a clawed finger across my lips. I stopped, scared that he was going to cut me. I didn't want any nasty cuts on my face…anywhere else I could deal with…but NOT the face. He tilted his head as if somehow he could hear my thoughts. His mouth slowly widened into his famous smirk of delight. His claw trailed off my lips, down the side of my neck slowly, to tap on my arm as he seemed to examine my choice of outfit.
"We'll take this slow," he told me leaning forward for a kiss. I guess? I kneed him hard in the face taking him off guard as I kicked him in the chest. I lack any REAL upper arm strength, it's all in my legs. Too bad he didn't seem to realize that. He was knocked off the bed, his hat falling on me. "BITCH!" he snarled getting back up and giving me a killer look. My heart pounded in my chest, I was going to die now. The anger slowly faded from his eyes. "Well…care to explain why you…dressed up for the occasion?" He asked, flicking a clawed finger at me. I glanced down, so I'd changed pjs? What's the deal with him? I liked these ones…they made me feel sexy and confident.
"On the off-chance that I had a dream about some guy," I said with a slight shrug, playing with his hat. He sat down on the bed and I kept an eye on him, legs ready to kick him again if need-be.
"And…just who might that guy be?" he asked with a knowing smile. My eyes flicked to behind him and widened just slightly. Freddy turned around but a bit late, considering he was on the receiving end of a certain machete. I closed my eyes, and opened them again to find myself back in my room. Okay…That had gone NOWHERE…was I still dreaming or- I trailed off in thought as I noted I clutched a familiar looking fedora in my hands. I dropped it on the bed terrified now. Oh…my…gawd….
So, what if horror film characters were somehow real? Wouldn't you want to find out why? Or would you try to ignore it all….order those pills that make dreaming impossible? I wasn't too sure…and that meant I needed to consult some others to help me.