Hello again, Jokerina here with yet another chapter. I know it took ages this time as well, I know I know. But I'm a slow updater, always have been, always will be.

Before I let you start reading again I apparently have some explaining to do.
It was Xyris who kindly pointed out that this story was a bit confusing. To me it's as clear as it could be, but of course it is, since I'm the one who pulled it out of the rats nest I call my brain. So let me make an attempt to clarify it all.
The prologue is written in present tense because it is, obviously, in the present. And in the beginning of the second chapter is also written in present tense, it is when Hannah have just gone to her room after the prologue. There she stays, remembering the beginning and how she ended up where she is now. Those parts are therefor written in past tense. She is, so to speak, remembering "forwards", starting at the second film and working its way up. So the entire thing takes place in Hannah's room, where she's stayed so far.
And during all of this Hannah is in her coma. (Or is she? wiggles eyebrows)

So there, I hope I haven't confused you more then I've helped you out.

Oh, and Xyris, in your review, when you said "the tale of a woman in a coma" the Hannah in my head giggled like mad because you called her a woman XD

But now, get your trench coat and toss me the red lipstick baby, let's do our scene!
(I can't stop saying that sentence! Where did I hear it?)


"Spiders. That's good, right?" I ask the doll, she only looks at me with round eyes. "No, you're right. Niles never was scared of spiders. Or any other bugs." I add with a deep sigh and turn my back to the doll.

"He's not squemish so just seeing me harmed and covered in blood won't do it." I say outloud.

My hand wander up my neck as I feel the dolls eyes boring into the back of my head. "Maybe I just don't remember, huh?! Maybe you should just leve me alone?! I don't need your help, I just thought it would be some fun for you!" I snap, turning once again to the doll. You would have thought that after all this time I should know that I won't win this staring contest. Well, then you better think again.

After almost a full minute my annoyance gets the better of me. "Damn it Greta!" My fist makes contact with the wall so hard that the shelf that my trophies are on shake and a lot of things fall over. I retrieve my hand and look at it. The skin on my knuckles is scraped off but I can as good as see it getting better. Fuck all of this, I'm getting into a bad mood.

My eyes wander back at the doll, which is now lying on its side. The glass-eyes no longer look as real as just a moment ago and they are staring of into the far corner. I give a quick glance over my shoulder but then I do a double-take. Brilliant.

I look back at her again and point behind me at the object hanging on a hook by the door. "Really? That one? Are you sure?" I ask doubtingly. She gives no visiable answer but I flash her a quick grin before walking towards the occupied hook.

The large coat was dark brown, almost black, and there were some bloodstains around the neck. Taking it of the hook I realize just how heavy it really is. It must weigh a couple of kilos. I slip it on with ease and take a deep breath with my arms outstretched. It is too big for me but I just love it. Even though it ends right at the floor and I can't really see my hand unless I shake back the sleaves. I make a twirl and it flaps around my legs heavily.

"That's what I mean." I say proudly to the doll. "We can help eachother. You just have to be my muse from time to time."

I stride across the room and place her once again on the comicbook. "Thanks, sweets."

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There was an outsider in the power-plant, an outsider otherwise known as prey.

That wasn't such a big deal really. The special thing was that he was all mine.

"So you'll let me do this one all on my own?" I said and cocked an eyebrow. You couldn't really blame me for being suspicious, I had allways been the assistant before now.

"Sure. I'll be helping you out with stuff I pick up from his brain. Apart from that he's all yours." Freddy said with a wide and unerving smile. He pulled at the collar of my open shirt and ran his knived hand through my hair a bit. It almost made me laugh 'cause of the sudden image of him as a fretting mother.

"I just find it hard to believe that an manipulative bastard such as yourself would let me have this one just because of your kind heart." I said and smacked his hands away. "And stop that."

"The adults aren't as fun as the kids." He said, ignorring the last bit and pulled at the bottom of the black t-shirt I had under the beige shirt.

"So that's why. You just gave me the most boring part?" I incuired and pushed Freddy's hands away a second time. He frowned and ran his pinky knife along the bridge of his nose and looked anywhere else but me. "If the adults are so dull, why do you let them in?"

Freddy's eyes flashed back to me and he clanged his claws. "I don't let them in! They just sort of slip in now and then."

"Fine fine. I'll do this one." I said with a sigh and turned on my heel. "Stand back Freddykins."

"What the fuck? Freddykins?" He spluttered with a disapproving growl.

"If I'm gonna be pest control I can call you what I want." I said plainly.

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This place was hot, and the thick coat didn't really help but he didn't wanna take it off. In this unknown place it felt like a safety blanket.

"Where the hell is this place?" The man mumbled to himself.

"Hell, is a very good guess actually."

He turned around on the spot, his eyes peering at his surroundings, trying to locate the source of the sound. "What?! Who's there?" he demanded.

The voice giggled, from a new place this time.

"Maybe you should try the polite way for once in your life." it said, this time from above him. He identified the voice as that of a girl.

"Who are you? Come out and face me?!" he shouted at the cealing, his tone giving away that he wasn't as sure as he tried to pretend he was.

"Only if you say please." it said with amusement.

"What?! Fi- fine! Please?" he said finally, staring into the dark corner she had spoken from this time.

"Hello." she drawled.

He whiped around only to come face to face with a teenage girl. He let out a starlet cry and tried to back away only to be drawn towards the girl again as she grabbed the collar of his coat.

"Don't run away, honey bear." She said and pulled his face down and stood on her tiptoes, "Come get something sweet."

Their lips barely made contact before he woke from the shock.

"Get the hell away from me!" he yelled and broke free from her grip. He backed away a few steps before he stopped and looked the girl over. "Look, I'm not some freak or something. I'm an adult and you're around the same age as my niece! It's sick."

Her grin widened just like his eyes as he saw her suddenly change. Her eyes turned blue and her hair grew into long curls. The jeans and shirt she had been wearing became a thin white nightgown. Her skin paled and she became shorter. "Speaking of which." she said sweetly in her new voice. "Hello uncle."

"St- Stacy? What the fuck is going on?!" He said and backed fully in to the handlebars around the platform they were on. He looked down behind him, looked into the endlessness that was this place.

"Nothing special Uncle Sean, you're having a nice dream is all." She said with a nonchalant jerk of her head, causing her hair to flow in the red light.

"Nice? Well that's rich! This place is far from nice." Sean said with a snort.

A quick frown appeared on Stacy's angel-like features and for a second she looked dark and demonic, only to smile brightly again. "It has it's moments." she replied shortly.

She swept slowly towards him with a now almost predatory look in her eyes. When the man realized that she was coming closer he tried to back up but his hands closed around the bars behind him and he knew he was caught. "Stace? Stacy? Stay away from me, you're not yourself!"

"But you don't want me to be myself. You want me to be like this. You think I don't remember what happened that night I came to you to have a talk. A talk about stuff I couldn't ask my parents. Your brother. That's what uncles are for. Only you poured liqour down my throat and had yourself a little feel. Not very responsible adult of you."

Sean shook his head hurridly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hush honey, I'm not judging you." She said in a low whisper. Sean was starled to see that she was suddenly standing just inches away. She placed her hands on his chest and slid them upwards and in under his coat, making it fall around his hands which were still clinging to the bars behind his back.

"Still wearing your dear coat I see." she said into his shoulder as she wraped her slender arms around his neck. "You shouldn't fall asleep on the buss."

He shrugs his hands out of the large coat and hesitantly puts his hands on her hips. "This is wrong Stace." he said but appeared to ignore his own words as he breathed in through her hair.

"But we don't care about that, do we?" she smirked.

Sean pulled her closer to him by her hips and looked into her blue eyes. He hesitated but she waited patiently. "This is just a dream, right? I can do whatever I want in a dream?"

"Yes. Just a dream. Those are the rules." she said with a lite laugh and stood up on her toes again so that they became almost face to face.

"Just making sure." he said before claiming her mouth. She smirked agains his lips and opened her mouth, giving him acces to do what he wanted. He ran his tounge over her lower lip and teeth. She rubed her thigh along the outside of his leg and he got the hint and hoisted her up so that she had her legs around his waist.

Her mouth left his and wandered along his jawline. Sean's right hand stroked along her thigh and snaked its way inunder the nightgown. He bit down on a moan as her teeth grazed over his earlobe.
Sean had been wantig this ever since his niece hit puberty. He'd known that it was wrong and sick and so on but he couldn't help it. This was like heaven. He had had dreams and fantasies like this many times before but never like this. The sensation was too real, too authentic. He might never get his desires fullfilled in real life so he would take this with him to the grave.

That was when sharp teeth bit into his neck.

"Holy fuck!" he yelled and dropped her to the floor. Stacey took a step back and spat out the piece of skin and muscle onto the floor.

"You taste a bit like herring." she mused, grining at him with bloody teeth.

The man fell to his knees, desperately pressing his hands to his neck were blood was oozing. "What did you.. huack!"

"Don't try to talk, you sound ridicoulus." she said, picking nonchalantly at her gums. "I bit off the biggest artery in your neck. You should be dead in just a moment."

Sean looked at her in terror, his face was growing paler and paler by the second. He made a strange hulking sound and glared around for help but of course there was none to be found so he looked back at her again.

"Why did yo.. huack!" he tried again.

"I said; don't talk!" she stomped on his hand which was still trying desperately to hold the pints of blood inside his body. With one hand pinned to the floor by Stacey's foot he was just about to use his other hand when she pulled a knife out of thin air and threw it.

"Gaah! Shit!" he cried out as his other hand was pierced by the knife and his hand was stuck to the pipe he had been holding for levarage.

"If you talk now the blood will only spill faster." she said with a smile that looked grotesque with the red all over her face. "Die, Sean Graye, you sick fuck. No-one will know or care who you were."

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After Sean died I pulled out the knife from his hand and kicked him of the catwalk. I knew I would take about ten minutes before you hear the wet thud of a body hitting the floor so I didn't even bother with listening after it. I just grabbed the large coat which was still hanging over the handlebar and checked its pockets as I changed back to myself. There was a bussticket in one of the pockets so I put it in the backpocket of the jeans I was now wearing. The blood didn't leave my clothes or face after I changed though.

I was just about to toss the coat over the edge as well when a thought hit me.

"Hey Fred!" I yelled over my shoulder as I held the coat by the collar. It looked awfully farmilliar.

"Yea?" He answerd as he appeared sitting on the handlebar a few meters to the left.

"What year is it?" I asked without looking at him. He frowned, starring of into space.

"I dunno. 91 maybe? One would think that you could keep track of stuff like that since you ask all the time." he said with a roll of his eyes. I only glared at him in response.

"You're supposed to keep this." I snarled and threw the very heavy coat in his face. He lost his balance and toppled over backwards, falling into the depts of the boiler room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he roared when he materialised behind me. I slowly turned to him and I could feel how my saging posture told more then I wanted it to.

"That's what I should be asking you." I replied flatly.

"What did I do?!" he said and threw the large coat, which had been in his arms, onto the floor.

"You set me up! I didn't wanna do that. If I don't wanna have sex with you, do you think I wanna fuck some random guy, huh?!" I said and pushed him hard in the chest, forcing him to step back.

"What the fuck are you on about? I didn't make you do anything! After I dug into his brain I planted some secrets in yours, you could have done what ever you wanted!" He said and shoved me back. Being much stronger then me I went flying into the handlebars and sank to the floor, staring at me feet. My entire body twitched every other second.

"But you knew bloody well what I was going to do with it. I think just like you most of the time! So just what did you think was going to happen when you planted your thoughts in my head?! I will not be used!" I yelled, tearing at my hair. I could feel stuff in my head that didn't belong.

"I planted my thoughts? I wasn't trying to do that." he said thoughtfully.

"So you just fucked up?!" I said irretably without looking at him.

"Hey! What ever went wrong wasn't my fault. It's not like I have ever tried to send something before. Just a little human error." he said with a shrug.

"Well, you don't have the right to human error seeing as you're not human anymore!" I muttred, rubbing my hands in my face, reminding me that I still had blood all over me.

"Oh yeah..." he said like he'd forgotten that he was a demon. "So what kind of things did you get." He asked curriously and sat down next to me.

"What? Umm, impulses mostly, like suggestions. I probably wouldn't have done all that if it was up to me. Except perhaps bite him. And some memories." I said. Feeling myself calm down just a little bit I pulled my legs up to my chest.

"Memories? Sounds bad."

"Not all bad. I somehow remember getting married to this blond lady. I remember standing by the ailse as she's walking up to me, being led by her dad. And I remember feeling, not happy, but content. At ease. Peacefull really." I said, it was kinda annoying to talk when you twitch all the time.

"Wedding day, huh?" he said thoughtfully, staring of into space.

"Sorry to stop your little trip down memorylane, but could you take it out please?" I said, pulling at me hair and felling glad that even if I pull it out it will grow back unnaturally quick.

"What's this?" he said with amusement. "Don't you like being me?"

"Well it's just fine and dandy except that I have this strong urge to ram my nonexisting glove down my throat everytime I say more then four words." I said with a smirk.

"Yeah, annoying, aren't you?"

"Shut up. I'm marvelous."

He ran his left hand through my hair, leaving a clean feeling behind. "How about now?" he asked.

I sat quietly and listened for something that didn't belong. When I came up with nothing I let out a sigh and relaxed my shoulders for the first time since the twitching started.

"Much better." I crossed my arms on me knees and leaned my head on them. "You know how I feel about you, but I don't really wanna be you."

"I think I'm supposed to be offended."

"That would be the appropriate way to do it." I said and bumped my shoulder against his.

"But who wants to be appropriate?" he said with a smirk. "But maybe we're gonna have to get you something easyer to do next time." he added absently.

"Something easyer?" I said with a raised eyebrow. "Are you being condescending? 'Cause you sound a bit condescending."

Freddy growled and quickly got to his feet. "Ten minutes of fucking peace and then you start your whole condescending shit again. Hey, let me guess, -You fucking hate that- right?"

"But I really fucking hate it!" I said defensively.

"That's it." he snapped and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, tearing the seams by the sleave in the process as he pulled me to my feet. "The fucked up straw that breaks my back. Here's for making me fall earlier."

With a final shove he pushed me over the railing. As his grinning face went out of eyesight I could hear the wet thud and the cracking of bones that meant Sean just hit the floor. It's going to be a long way down.


"Comon comon comon comon comon! I'd do it really well! Promise!" I said and looked at the girl lying on the floor, she looked sort of blurry, like a hologram and I knew that ment she was just about to fall asleep.

"No. She's mine. They're all mine! None for you." Freddy said mockingly, crossed his arms and observed the sleeping form with a sort of hunger in his eyes. "Plus, with this kid being so young and all it sort of feels like the old days."

"Please don't say the old days, you sound like a geezer." I said with a wince and crossed my arms in front of me.

The girl must have been around four years old. She was one of the youngest I'd ever had to encounter.

"Hey." He said thoughtfully and tilted his head to the right "Is it just me or does she look a bit like you would look as a kid?"

I frowned and tilted my head as well, I suppose she did look like me a little.

"I dunno, maybe, it's hard to tell when she's so non-corpal." I said finally with a shrug.

"What year is it? Around 93? How old were you in 93?" Freddy suddenly asked with an excited look on his face.

"What? Um, 93, then I would have to be around two, three maybe. Why?" the thought that must have hit him earlier suddenly smacked me over the head. "No? You don't think that she could..? I mean, no way?"

"It's possible." He said with an amused shrug.

"What do we do if it is?" I said and looked back on the small child with awe.

"I don't know. Maybe I could take the easy way out of out deal and kill her." he said as his face split into a wide grin.

"Really?" I said and crinkled my nose at him. "Wouldn't that be sort of anticlimactic?"

"Yeah, easy way wouldn't be half as fun as that other way." Freddy said with a creepy smile and a nod.

"Other way, which is..?" I asked with a grin to match.

"Trust me kitten, as soon as I know you'll know. Or better yet, as soon as I know you'll be dead." he ran one of his knifes across my cheek and watched as a small line of blood ran down my face.

"That will be the day.." I mumbled and rubbed at my cheek as Freddy walked over to the now a bit more solid girl.

"Girley? Giiirleeey? Did the bed bugs bite yet?" he said with his raspy voice as the girl blinked to get her eyes open.

As soon as her gaze focused on Freddy's burnt features she stiffened before leting out an earspliting scream. Freddy took a stumbling step back in surprise. The girl got up off the floor and grabed a firm hold on the first thing she could get her tiny hands on, my leg.

"Somehow I don't think that's you." the demon said in amusement. "Though it is clinging pretty tight to you." I looked down on the girl with a deep frown on my face. I really hate kids.

"Er.. Hannah..?" I said tryingly and cringed inwards at the thought that this, thing, could be me. Her head whiped up to look at me.

"M-mum?" she said and my eyes widened at the sound of her accent and I looked up to meet Freddy's chocked expression.

"It's a Limey!" he roared with laughter. "It's got to be you with an annoying language like that!"

"Shut up! It can't be me! Its hair is all wrong and the nose is too small. Stop laughing, it's not funny!" I said and tried to shake the girl off of my leg.

"Those are really some shit reasons. Hair changes all the time and of course its nose is too small, it's a miniature of you!" he said and sat down on the floor, clutching his face to stop the laughter.

I looked down on it again. Sure, there were some similarities but not enough to convince me. Besides, if I had had a nightmare like this as a kid I would have remembered it. And I had never been to Springwood in the real world. With a swift yerk of my leg she fell to the floor on her hands and knees. She sat up and hissed at her scraped hands before looking up at me.

"You're not my mum!" she wailed accusingly.

"Never said I was, love!" I felt myself sliping back into British English. After all this time, when I'm hanging around Freddy, I'm pretty much speaking American except for a few words here and there.

"Say say, do you look alot like your dear old mum?" Freddy asked with a smirk and a mock British accent.

I shook my head viciously. "No, not really." I lied easily. "And this isn't me."

"Oh really?" he tilted his head before turning his eyes to the kid on the floor. "Hey, is your name Hannah?"

The girl looked from him to me and back to him again before answering, adressing the floor, timidly. "I'm Mathilda."

"Ha!" I shouted out in triumph. "See? I told you it wasn't me."

"But-," Freddy said with disappointment, "but it's too much to be a coincident! Does the name Mathilda say anything to you?"

"Uh, no. Apart from 'Mama, pain and misery is near. Pray for your son if you hold him dear. Mathilda is here again.' I've never met anyone with that name." I said the quote in a singsong voice.

"What?" he said with a frown. "Pain and misery?"

"It's a french musical." I replied offhand. "Never mind. I'll just take a seat so you can get to your work."

"Actually… I think you should do it." He said in a slow drawl with a smirk from ear to ear.

"What? Me? Why?" I said, trying to mask my discomfort. Nothing like that really escapes Freddy though and his smile only grown bigger still.

"Why not? You were begging me to let you do it just a minute ago."

"Yea? Well that was before you pointed out that it looked like me. Why would you want me to kill something that could have been me?" I said, crossing my arms and glaring down on the girl whos eyes had widened at the sound of the word 'kill'.

"Because it's a challenge for you. And entertainment for me. I want to see just how empty you are." He wispered, appearing behind me. His knives closed around my throat but not quite squeezing. "I will remove every last human tendensy from your soul, bit by bit, until you're just like me. Starting with killing 'yourself'."

"So it's a game then? Kill the humane part of me? Though it is rather small already if you ask me." I said, starting to like the idea. I like all games and challenges.

"That's the way you gotta think. Do it your way, I'll be watching from the shadows." He said, disappering into the dark around us.

I smiled and walked closer to the child, bending down and stretching my hand out to her. "Hello Mathilda. Would you like to play a game?"


So, what do you think? Was it worth the wait? I do hope it was. It won't be this long till the next chapter, I promise!

Hannah: Woman, haha, I'm a woman XD

Jokerina: Seriously, it was funny at first but now you're just sad. And no, you're not a woman, and you never will be. Brat.

Hannah: Shut up, you're just jealous because no-one said that to you :P

Jokerina: ... grumble Kill Hannah next chapter grumble