DISCLAIMER: I do not claim ownership of Freddy Krueger, Loretta Krueger, or Katherine Krueger. Those rights are held by Wes Craven. Freddy Jr. is my own character created for the Monster High community, of that I do not own either.

Author's Note: I wrote this so everyone in the Monster High community gets a better understanding of Freddy K. Jr. and how he came to be. He wasn't born with burn scars and he wasn't raised by Freddy for a good long time. Here's what really happened.

PROLOGUE

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in Ohio on a pleasant suburban neighborhood. The leaves fell gently from the trees onto the pavement of the road below and where picked up by a soft, cooling breeze. In the first large white house on the left, lived a typical family, a father, a mother, a daughter, and a son.

On this particular day, they decided to have a picnic in the backyard.

"Daddy! Daddy! Can I play with my baby brother outside?" an excited Katherine Krueger asked as her father started to bring out a glass of iced tea to the backyard. He smiled at the little girl. Her curly auburn pigtails bounced with glee awaiting her father's reply.

"Sorry, baby, but mommy's putting Junior down for a nap." He replied as nicely as he could. She stopped bouncing up and down and sighed. "Maybe later okay?" he said patting her head, guiding her out the back door.

"Okay, daddy." She replied trying not to sound too disappointed.

Upstairs, Loretta Krueger cradled her four month old son, Freddy Jr. in her arms. She smiled softly down at him as he babbled sleepily. She chuckled at the resemblance between him and his father. They both had the same blue eyes and a crop of thick red hair that was growing in on the top of his head. Even as the baby boy began to flutter his eyes shut, he looked like his father as he would fall asleep on the couch watching late night television.

With the inside of her index finger, she gently stroked the baby's soft, warm cheek as she laid him down in his crib. He fussed for a moment as she moved her arms away from him, but he quickly settled down and drifted off to sleep. She smiled and gently kissed his forehead.

"I love you Freddy." She whispered. As she tiptoed out if his nursery, she took the baby monitor to join her husband and daughter out in the yard. Before she shut his door, she took one last glance at the peacefully sleeping child and left.

An hour went by before there was a loud and scary noise in the house, Freddy Jr. stirred from his sleep and started to cry. There was no one there and there were scary sounds. Suddenly, daddy opened the door slowly and walked towards him. He looked stressed at first, but it melted away into a smile.

"Hey, champ." He said sweetly picking up the crying baby and cradling him in his arms. "What's the matter huh?" he asked gently bouncing him. Freddy Jr. slowly started to stop crying. "There, it's alright. Daddy's here." He said sweetly, hushing his son's crying. Soon, Freddy Jr. was now giggling as he continued being bounced.

Freddy smiled at his son and stopped bouncing him to rub his nose against his. There were no more words. They just smiled at each other as his father held him close to his chest.

"Now, Junior." He said in a jokingly stern voice. "Mommy's not going to come around any more. She had to leave." He informed the child who had no idea what his father was even saying. He just babbled and looked around the room.

"That's right. Mommy needed to take her medicine for snooping around in daddy's special work." He continued. "Katherine knows what daddy did and I think she's going to go tell on daddy, but don't you worry, Junior. No one is going to tear us apart." He chuckled with a smile. Freddy Junior giggled before letting out a big yawn.

"Aw, you still sleepy, buddy?" Freddy asked. As if to say 'yes', the little tike closed his eyes and fell asleep in his father's arms. Not wanting to leave his son, he sat down in the old creaky, wooden rocking chair in the back corner by the window and sat down and rocked with him. As he rocked back and forth, he watched out the window as the sun started to disappear behind the trees.

'It'll only be a matter of time.' Freddy thought to himself. He glanced down at his son, his tiny chest slowly rising and falling as he slept peacefully. He gave a weak smile and looked back out the window. 'I know Katherine is going to tell the parents of Elm Street what I've done to their kids. They'll come for me.' He paused. 'They'll take away my children.' He sighed as he continued to rock until the sun was nearly gone.

"Hey, buddy." He said softly enough to wake the child, but not to alarm him. "How about some dinner?"

After a very awkward dinner of Katherine sitting quietly and in fear of her father feeding Freddy Jr. his mushed peas from across the table, she excused herself and headed quickly up the stairs into her room. Although he had been friendly throughout the meal as if he knew nothing about killing his wife in front of her that afternoon, Katherine had in fact gone and told the parents who lived on their street what she had witnessed.

She had wandered into their dank basement and found a scrapbook of "Missing Children" newspaper clippings, something rank burning in the furnace and of course, this horrible metal cased glove adored with four long, sharp knives.

She told her mother and of course Loretta had to see for herself when Freddy wasn't looking. She found everything and was ready to tell the police when Freddy caught her and killed her intentionally in front of his daughter. Freddy made her promise not to tell.

But she did.

As Freddy changed his son, put his pajamas on him, put him to bed, and kissed him goodnight, it would be the last time Freddy Jr. would see his father for a very long time.

The parents caught Freddy in his basement while a few other parents took Katherine and Freddy Jr. out of the house. As they took off with the children, the others set the place on fire and left Freddy Krueger to burn.

Because they had no other living relatives, the children were taken to the Springwood Orphanage and were very soon adopted. Katherine was adopted by the Burrough family and her name was changed to Maggie. As for little Freddy Jr., he was adopted by the Kelligan family and his name was changed to Bradley. He was raised with no knowledge of ever being in the Krueger family or what had happened to his father and sister for nearly fourteen years.

Until now…