"What the hell is happening now?"

Dwight was confused. A lullaby was growing near, but a new melody was sung. And no hatchets tried to fly towards his head. A kid's voice, seemingly, was humming a repetitive song, while Dwight was feeling drowsy.

"I didn't know you could sleep... here..."

But something kept him from continuing his sleepy thoughts. An instant, a glimpse of a man appeared in the distance. He didn't have time to even react that he disappeared.

"Am I seeing things now?"

The mysterious figure was too far and not enoygh time was given to make a distint picture of it, so he tried to forget that and started searching for a gen.

"Good evening."

Dwight jumped as soon as a deep voice greeted him. He turned his back to see an horribly disfigured man, wearing a red and green sweater and a hat.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"Calm down. My heart is not beating, nor this guy looks like a killer. There's not even the Stain."

Meanwhile, the guy was gone. Where?

"I'm here."

He was behind the poor survivor, with a little grin.

"I apologise. I know people find me a little... creepy. But let's try to help each other, ok? I'm new here, and you look like an experienced guy. Could you explain what's happening?"

He was not very tall, just a little more than Dwight, and he didn't look like he had any wepon nor ability whatsoever. SO Dwight calmly explained him how the Realm worked, who were the Killers and how survivors could escape to prolongue their lives. The figure stood silent, hearing. In the end, his grin became larger.

"So, could you bring me to a generator? I'd like to see how they're repaired, and possibly make some new... friends..."

"Yes, but... what's your name?"

"Oh, what an idiot! I forgot to tell my name! You can call me Freddy, Freddy Krueger..."

But suddenly the fog thickened, making it impossible to see in the distance. Dwight's heart was racing, a red stain appeared from his interlocutor's eyes.

"Looks like funtime is over."

He said, showing his clawed right hand, hidden behind the back for the whole time, and shoving it in the survivor's flesh. Dwight screamed and started running with all his forces, searching for help. Krueger grinned as he played with his claws.

"HELP ME!"

A generator in the distance, and someone working on it. The fog made it impossible to recognise who he was, but he still moved away from the gen to come and help him. But the figure was right behind him.

"RUN! He's behind you!"

He looked suspiciously behind, but then turned forward like nothing was there.

"He didn't see him?"

Then, the figure opened his left hand, revealing a smokey flame-like aura, which pointed towards the unaware victim. He started looking sleepy, but after a bunch of seconds his eyes widened and he turned just to see the abominable weapon striking him down. Dwight couldn't beleave his eyes. Then the Killer glanced at him.

"You're next."

He picked the poor guy up and vanished in the fog, leaving Dwight paralised by fear.

"Looks like we're going to have lots of fun here, aren't we?"

He said, looking at Quentin Smith's pale face, left bleeding on the hook. Then, he turned to see Dwight's outline getting up and searching for help.
So he prorupted in a deep, terrifying laugh, that echoed through all the angles of the misty remains of Elm Street.