Disclaimer: I only own Heather Dunbar.
___Back to Robert___
He'd been driving for hours.
He was tired, hungry, and pissed off.
How did Freddy get his job?
No one had told him he was doing poorly on the role.
Come to think of it....Freddy was real....
Thoughts buzzed around in Robert's mind.
Soon he had a headache and looking at the men with him...
He could tell they weren't the compassionate kind of lot.
Spotting a Fakie's Mart he decided he needed relief for his headache, fast.
Robert slowed the car to a crawl, and pulled up to the Fakie's Mart.
Jason grabbed the wheel and keys, turning the car on.
Robert was afraid to speak, but did.
His throat went dry.
The two killers looked at him in oppressive silence.
"Can I at least get something for my headache? Otherwise we're not going anywhere."
Jason looked out the window where Michael's head and shoulders appeared upside down.
There was a non existent conversation and Michael shrugged.
Robert tried to look passive, but the intense feelings of dread overwhelmed him.
Jason pointed at the store signaling with five fingers that Robert should be back in five minutes.
Robert got stiffly from the car, mentally calculating his chance of escape.
They weren't good.
If Jason didn't catch him then Michael surely would.
Robert sighed, and walked into the convenient store.
Jason waited until Robert was inside to step out of the car and begin talking to Michael.
"FREDDY SAID WE HAVE TO KILL HIM NOW!" Jason yelled in Michael's ear for no apparent reason.
Michael jumped.
"Damn Jason...Not in my frikk'in ear!" Michael seethed angrily.
"When he gets back we'll get him good."
Michael nodded in the affirmative.
Jason climbed in and rolled the driver side window down to make Michael's job easier.
The plan was Michael would stab Robert.
Robert came out a minute later with a coke and package of Tylenol.
Crossing the lot to his car and captors, Robert let another sigh escape him.
Sitting down in the car he faced Jason.
"Just kill me before, I take this...I know you are anyway."
Michael was just peering in the drivers window.
The tip of the knife just showing.
Robert stared intently at Jason.
Michael was now fully capable of killing Robert.
Robert closed his eyes.
There was less pain that way.
The cold steel was touching his skin, a minute before...
"Give me back that filet-o-fish,
Give me that fish,
What if it were you hanging up on this wall?
If it were you in that sandwich you wouldn't be laughing at all...
Give me back that filet-o-fish,
Give me that fish..."
Jason pulled his phone from his pocket.
Robert snickered at the fast food jingle, to where, he couldn't remember at the moment.
Jason looked at the caller ID.
Freddy was calling.
"Hand Robert the damn phone!" Freddy screeched.
Jason did as directed.
"Hello?" Robert whispered cautiously.
"I won't kill you if you help with a little problem of mine." Freddy asked politely.
Robert's breathing was shallow again.
There was mumbling in the background.
"Oh my god,....HEATHER!?"
"That's my problem...I want her to like me, and since she adores you, I was thinking your just the guy to help me...you will help won't you?"
Robert heard the harsh sound of metal on metal, and a scream.
"I'LL HELP YOU! JUST DON'T HURT HER, I'LL BE THERE IN....I DON'T KNOW... JUST DON'T HURT HER, SHE'S JUST A KID..."
Robert paused before adding: "Keep your hands to yourself Krueger."
Screaming.
Maniacal laughter commenced, and ceased abruptly.
Robert hung up, and drove as fast as he could back the direction he came.
___At the studio___
Robert snapped the phone shut hard enough to pop Freddy's eardrums.
"That was...weird."
More screaming, and maniacal laughter.
Freddy panicked and stood there helplessly.
Where did he leave Heather?
His heart pounded against his ribs.
Pinhead arrived just then with three lattes, as the door slammed shut behind him, Freddy ran into the room and ran up to Elliot.
"HELP ME FIND HER!!!"
Freddy darted from the room.
Pinhead fallowed lattes still in hand.
The shrieks grew louder the farther back they went...toward the studio that 'The seed of...
The screams were deafening.
Pinhead dropped the lattes to push open the studio door.
There in a pool of light on the floor, lay a doll twitching to life.
The last of three, as most know...
Freddy's eyes scanned the room for his assistant.
She sat bound and gagged in a chair, in the corner of the room.
In her lap sat a very battered doll, tracing a line from her knee up her side and back again.
The doll spoke.
"Dear god...How the hell do you scream through a gag?!"
Heather looked toward the door.
Pinhead motioned to stay quiet and slid inside.
The Doll on the floor sat straight up, as if it had been sleeping.
It looked around the room, and gasped in horror at the doll on Heather's knee.
"Dad?! Mum?! What are you doing? Who is that?" The doll on the floor asked in a British accent.
"Nothing and no one sweet face...right Charles?"
"Um,....I can't lie....I really, really,really want to kill her for that little nickname that stuck...You know the one..."
"Right Charles?!"
There was the sound of a strangled yelp.
"Of course Tiff."
Pinhead flicked the lights at the same instant Freddy crossed the room stealthy.
The two dolls looked at Heather terrified for a second.
"HEATHER?!" The three dolls squeaked at once.
Freddy removed the gag, and rope binding her to the chair.
She shook her hair out of her face, and replied quietly.
"Hello Tiffany, Hello Glen."
Chucky looked confused for a minute.
"What about me?"
"Hello...Chuckles."
Chucky was livid.
"I TOLD YOU NEVER CALL ME THAT EVER AGAIN!"
Chucky was seeing red.
He aimed the knife at Heather's heart.
She didn't flinch.
He thrust the knife forward,hitting it's target. A moment later it fell into Heather's lap broken as Pinhead picked the doll up.
"LET GO OF ME!!!! I DAMN WELL MEAN IT!!! I don't like to be man handled..."
As Chucky thrashed about pinhead began to speak.
"You've been a bad little boy Charles. It's time out for you,"
Chucky pouted as Pinhead thrust him in closet.
"You just set your caboose down and think about what you almost did."
Curse words flew from the closet as the door slammed and locked.
Everyone in the room stared at Heather wide eyed.
"How the fuck didn't that kill you?" Freddy wondered out loud.
"Titanium bra cups." Heather answered grateful that she wasn't dead, and had, indeed, worn that exact bra.
"Kinky." Freddy added.
Heather ignored him much to his displeasure, and slunk over to Pinhead.
"Thank you Elliot!" Heather said hugging him.
He hugged her back, and Freddy glared.
"Fuck you!" He shouted across the room.
Heather turned to Freddy and playfully added:
"Do you want to?"
Freddy taking it as she was reading his mind stuttered quickly,
"No! It was just...I don't mean...Not literally...I mean no."
He finished stupidly.
Heather took another longer look at him.
Freddy wasn't just a psycho child murderer.
He was a man, who was very lonely, he needed a friend, a parter in crime, a partner...
Heather cut herself off, silently thanking god Freddy didn't hear that.
He had been reading her mind and was pleased, by what he read.
Heather vowed to try to be friends with him, even if it didn't work out.
Although, after that last outburst...maybe someone should be present when they were together...And it wasn't Freddy that Heather was worried about.
Heather walked back across the room to Freddy who was looking at the floor trying to cover for his Dork-in-the-spotlight moment.
Heather laid a warm hand on top of his.
A delighted chill ran up her spine.
Freddy looked up startled.
"What would you like my first official duty to be, sir?"
Freddy was still staring at her hand.
Did he have the courage to take it in his own and be her everything?
'I've barely just met the girl! I don't even know her that well!...' Freddy thought.
A voice in the back of his mind frantically shouted:
'She's the girl you've always wanted..'
'But Loretta...'
'Other than Loretta. Fredrick Charles Krueger...This is your chance to start over! Do things right.'
"Do things right." Freddy heard himself say.
"Pardon?" Heather asked, brow furrowed trying to figure out the meaning behind the words.
"Nothing. As a matter of fact why don't we relax until Robert gets here?" Freddy grinned.
A beautiful smile developed on Heather's face.
Freddy tucked a strand of stray hair behind Heather's ear.
A sharp voice cut into the tender moment.
"I said keep you hands to yourself Krueger!"
"Great." Freddy murmured sarcastically.
Turning to face Robert, he smiled again.
"So glad you could join us Robert!"
Heather beamed at Robert and Freddy.
Two of the world's greatest friends together at last...
What could be better?