One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door.

I sat straight up in bed and looked around my dark room, seeing no sign of anyone nearby I let out my breath with a sigh. It wasn't the usual girls in white dresses singing the all too familiar song, it had been Freddy himself, and that was enough to freak any girl out.

I could still hear him singing, it wasn't close by, further off than before, but the sound was still ringing through my ears. Over and over he sang the song, but it was still at a distance like he didn't want to scare me. Like that would ever happen, it was Freddy Kruger!

I stood, looking out the window to see if I could spot him through the darkness outside. His face greeted mine through the window, so close I could have reached out and touched him through the glass. I squeaked and threw myself back on my bed, wishing him away and willing myself to wake up.

"Blair, let me talk to you," His voice was right by my ear, he had gotten into my room and was probably going to kill me. I flipped over, kicked him as hard as I could, and ran out of my room into the hall. I made it into the living room before he caught up to me he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to look at him, "I just want to talk to you."

I pulled away from him and backed up against the wall. "Fine then talk, I'll listen, and then you can leave me the fuck alone."

"No Blair, it doesn't work that way," Freddy said walking toward the front door; he turned the handle then walked back toward me, this time followed by two other people.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I muttered looking into the masked faces of two of the worlds most popular serial killers. Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees just stood there, staring down at me. "Great, three of the most infamous killers of all time are standing right in front of me and Freddy claims he just wants to talk!" I yelled moving away from the wall and grabbing the poker in front of the fireplace. Not like the small piece of iron would save me from them, but the weight of it felt nice in my hand as I looked at the three brutes standing in my living room like they owned the place.

"Just talking for now," Freddy agreed and sat down on my couch in front of me. He waved his claw at me as the other two murderers sat down next to him. "As you know, I've been watching you for awhile," Freddy started and moved his arms to indicate the other two, "We've been watching you for awhile."

I nodded silently, unable to find my voice to ask him why, I lived nowhere near Elm Street in his precious town. I just started pacing back and forth, making sure to watch the three on the couch as I did so, hoping beyond all hope that I wouldn't be attacked and left dead on my floor tonight.

"And we've found out that you're a pretty special girl," Freddy said raising what was suppose to be an eyebrow at me, "you're like us, nothing can kill you, and you have very violent thoughts for one so delicate looking."



"So what? I'm a freak, I know, you don't have to barge into my dreams to tell me that, I figured it out on my own years ago!" I stopped my pacing to look into Freddy's face, anger poring out of me. I hit the iron rod into my hand a few times and glowered at the men.

"So, we have an offer for you," Freddy said with a smirk, "Jason, Michael, and I want you to join our team, turn to the dark side if you will."

"And what if I don't want to?" I snarled at the man running my hand through my shoulder length brown hair and placing the other one on my hip in defiance.

"Then we'll kill you," Freddy said, "it's simple as that."

"You think you could kill me? I was ran over by a truck when I was five years old and it didn't kill me, didn't even scratch my skin, and you think the three of you have enough power to kill me now that I've grown even stronger?" I laughed; it was a nervous, evil laugh. A laugh of self-loathing, of fear, one of sadness; but it was a laugh just the same.

"Why yes," Freddy said standing from his spot on the couch and walking over to me, "yes I do think we could." He ran a claw across my neck, watching the blood fall for a second then dry up just as fast. "There are ways of getting rid of those that possess such power as we do."

I sighed, knowing that he had won this game a long time ago, even before he sprung the proposition on me. He had won just by being Freddy Kruger. They had won by being my obsessions. I held out my hand, a sign of my submitting to his plot, and took his hand in mine. The deal was done; soon everyone would know the name Blair and be as frightened of it as they are Freddy, Jason, and Michael.

"So, where are we residing? Elm Street?" Freddy laughed and nodded, "For now, Blair, but soon you will come to know lots of different places as home."

I felt an arm on my shoulder from behind and looked up to see Michael and Jason standing behind me. "I suppose it's time to get this party started," I said and dropped the fire poker at my feet, "come on guys, to Elm Street."

AN: This is based off of a dream I had awhile back, I'm sorry if it's out of character but it is how my dream went. If you would like me to expand on it, make Blair a lasting addition to my writing, please drop me a note, I would be happy to oblige as long as I have time.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Freddy, Jason, or Michael… if I did I would share with you.