Chapter 6:

Daniel, after having a brisk, 20-minute walk, he'd gotten to school casually late. Sarah was in front of the building waiting for him.

"You could have waited in class for me, you realize, yes?" He said to her, rather tiredly.

"Yes, but I wanted to know how you slept, as I didn't last night." She replied, holding a journal close to her.

"What's that?"

"Notes. To stop him. I think Ryan would find them useful when we next see him."

"It's a brilliant idea, sure, but Ryan seems like the expert."

"They are only for backup and to add on to what I don't have if…"

"If…what?"

"If Ryan goes tonight. I'm not saying he is, but it's only a what if thing."

Daniel sighs and motions toward the building, stating that their conversation was over for now.

During lunch, Ryan had found them at their usual table.

"Hey all. Anyone sleep at all?" Ryan asked, smiling weakly.

"Nope." Sarah said.

"Only kind of."

"I've been up for at least 2 weeks, give or take one hour naps here and there. Just take one of these and no dreams." Ryan held up a prescription bottle reading as "Hypnocil."

"What it is?" Sarah asked.

"This, my friend, is a dream suppressant. I take it only sparingly when I am craving sleep. It's expensive, but worth the shitload of money."

"I bet it would." Daniel replied mindlessly, staring at the bottle almost needing it's contents too much.

"Forget it, Daniel. You can't get any of this. You know better than I do." Ryan replied, slipping the bottle back into his book bag.

"What is the plan for tonight?" Sarah asked.

"Armor ourselves up, have us armed and hopefully maybe stop that son of a bitch."

"There is no other methods of stopping him?" Daniel asked.

"Well… there is fire, which doesn't do much, but makes him act like a total baby for maybe 5 minutes, but then he eventually gets over it.

"We're doomed…"

Later that night…

Daniel and Sarah began a text conversation before the fight:

"He didn't seem like himself, Daniel… He sounded like he wants to die."

"I'm sure he doesn't want to die. He just sounds over confident."

"Like that's any better."

"What would you like me to do about it?"

"Just promise me something."

"Anything. What do you need?"

"Don't die on me."

Before long, they were in dreamland. Awaiting the arrival of Ryan.

"Ryan?" Sarah yelled out, scared.

"He's not here, bitch. He decided to go first and try to weaken me. What a moron." Freddy's voice echoed across Elm Street.