A/N: Sorry it's been so long for an update. School has been hectic enough as it is. Okay, on with the story. Once again, don't own anything.

To say dinner was uncomfortable is an understatement. It was downright creepy. My mother kept sneaking peeks at me from under her eyelashes. My father wasn't even bothering to look at me, opting to stare at his plate instead. My little brother was humming an off-key tune under his breath. I swirled my potatoes on the plate, watching with pattern form with a keen sense of accomplishment. This was not going as well as I had hoped.

"We're so glad to have you home, honey."

I flashed a quick smile to my mother. It hurt to see the tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that I knew she was faking it until she made it, and that hurt. I sighed heavily. Still, at least she was speaking to me.

"Yes, I agree with your mother."

My father's voice caused me to turn my attention to him. I watched as his face heated up.

"Thanks Dad,"

Could anyone else taste the sarcasm on my tongue? I know I could. I stood abruptly, pushing away from the table. I watched as all three family members winced as the chair scrapped across the floor.

"I'm going to bed." I said, scraping my plate into the trash.

"But. . .I made your favorite desert."

I winced at the hopeful tone in my mom's voice.

"Nah, I'm not really hungry. I just want to lie down." I said, not turning to face my mother.

"Oh, I'll save you a piece then."

I winced at her tone of voice. She was so going to cry herself to sleep tonight. I turned from them all, running up the stairs. I turned, locking my bedroom door. I turned towards my closet, pulling out an extra thick blanket. That was going to work. I collapsed onto my bed, curling into a ball under the covers.

I didn't want to sleep. Not after what had happened. I didn't want to see Freddy again. Not now. . .

I awoke to find myself above the boiler room. I screamed, jerking myself upright. Childish giggles behind me made me spin around. The three girls stared at me, one holding out her hand.

"Hi Mommy, we've missed you."

Mommy? That was new. I jerked as she took my hand.

"C'mon Mommy, Daddy's waiting."

Freddy smiled in his boiler room. AnaMoly had fallen asleep a long time ago. He ran a claw down a pipe, watching steam come from the scratch. He waited until he heard her shriek of terror before he started laughing.

"C'mon Mommy, Daddy's this way."

He smirked at the sound of the little girls leading AnaMoly to him. Ah, God bless those annoying brats. He waited until the door creaked open. There was the sound of childish laughter, and then AnaMoly appeared. She was glaring at him, eyes set in stone. One of the little girls held her hand, eyeless sockets staring up at her.

"Okay Krueger, what the hell do you want?"

Freddy smiled at her tone. So, the woman-child had some fight in her left, eh? Freddy tipped his fedora at her.

"Funny you should ask, sweetheart. I want a favor."

He watched as she cocked one eyebrow.

"What favor?"

Freddy chuckled before motioning to her.

"It's simple really. I want you to work for me."