Wow, I'm touched. People really love this story. I'm really glad that people are liking the whole 'Freddy going soft' thing, I was afraid people would think it was OOC. Anyway, here's the latest installment, and this is dedicated to Angie. Hope you like it!

Angie: Freddy, GET DOWN FROM THERE! (CRASH!!!)

Me: I don't think I want to know…

Disclaimer: Have I been forgetting this? Oh well, I'm sure you all know it by now, I don't need to type it. And if anyone doesn't know that I don't own Freddy Krueger then you are just really slow.

Chapter 10: A Night on the Town

Angie wandered down the dreamworld Elmstreet, for once taking her time and actually studying her surroundings instead of hurrying straight to Freddy's. She never thought that she would say this but she was bored. The only thing she did anymore was draw for her manga, which was fun but she really wanted to spend more conversation time with Freddy. Problem was talking about painful ways of murdering someone would only hold her interest for so long, and that was about the only thing that Freddy could talk about without becoming bored. They had talked about his past victims, but then he would think of someone that Kim had rescued and start on another rant, and no matter how much she liked him Angie was getting quite sick of hearing him badmouth her best friend.

Angie glanced up then and saw that she was outside Freddy's house. She wandered up the walk and pushed open the door. The door actually worked now, Freddy had taken the time to fix up the house ever since Kim had made that unexpected dream visit and rescued Spencer. She walked into the living room with her hands jammed in her pockets, muttering a vague hello to Freddy as she flopped down on the couch.

For the past few nights the persistent dream demon had been questioning her about who Kim was trying to rescue now, but Angie remained tight lipped. Again, no matter how much she liked him she wasn't going to give him any opportunity to hurt or distract her friend. Freddy appeared to have given up however, and simply muttered a hello in return, sitting moodily on the other end of the couch. For a while neither of them said anything.

Finally, Angie got up and began to pace around the living room, trying to contain her restless energy. Freddy noticed and stood up as well.

"I'm going out, you wanna come?" he asked, which in Freddy talk meant that he did want her to go, but was not going to come out and admit it.

Angie repressed a relieved smile. "Yeah I'll go," she said.

They left the house, aimlessly wandering around the Springwood streets. It was clear that Freddy was still trying to find any child that forgot to take their hypnocil, but wasn't having any luck.

"Do you watch movies?" Angie asked, fumbling around for a conversation starter.

"Occasionally," Freddy grunted in response.

"Seen any lately?" Angie persisted.

"Nope," Freddy answered. "Nothing new anyway, I stick to the good oldies."

Angie snorted. "Please. The graphics in those old movies suck. You should see a new one."

Freddy's eyes suddenly glinted. "Can you recommend one?"

Thinking for a minute, Angie finally shrugged and said, "Seed of Chucky. That was pretty good."

Freddy grinned, and quite suddenly they were no longer wandering the Springwood streets, but were standing in the lobby of a movie theater. Blinking, Angie looked around. The posters on the wall were all advertising for the movie Seed of Chucky. Angie started to walk forward and felt something brush her leg. Looking down she saw that the surroundings wasn't the only thing that Freddy had changed, he had also taken the liberty of changing her outfit. She was now clad in a spaghetti strap dress that hugged tight at the top and swished to a stop just above her knees. If that wasn't bad enough, the dress was pink. She hated the color with a passion. Her momentary shock was transmuted to rage, but when she turned to face Freddy there was a coy smile on her face.

Freddy grinned as she sauntered over to him, making the skirt of the dress swish back and forth. She stopped just in front of him, still smiling.

"So you think I look good in a dress?" she purred. Freddy just smiled wider. Then with no warning whatsoever Angie's fist suddenly made contact with his face, and the back of his head was introduced rather abruptly to the floor. Angie stood over him, bending down and grabbing hold of his shirtfront to drag him up to her now snarling face.

"If you ever pull anything like that again I'll beat you into the ground so hard they'll have to dig you out," she hissed from behind clenched teeth. She released his shirt, and his head once again made painful contact with the floor, then she stormed off. Freddy didn't move from the floor until after Angie had walked through the doors to the stairs that led to the second story of the theater. He had a rather nice view of her legs from where he was.

Picking himself up off the floor, Freddy wandered over to the concession stand and helped himself to a variety of snacks and drinks that he toted with him into the theater. Angie was already seated in the front row of the balcony seats, which provided the best view of the screen. There was no one to compete for the seats because they were the only two in the theater. With a little regret Freddy noticed that Angie had once again redressed herself in her usual gothic outfit, trench coat and all. Freddy had better sense than to change her outfit again, he knew without a doubt that she would kill him. Multiple times. In very painful ways.

So he sat down next to her, littering the seats on either side of them with the snacks he had brought in. With a casual glance at him Angie silently began munching on popcorn, calmly waiting for the movie to start. Freddy had the movie begin as soon as he sat down, and the best thing about dreamland theater was that there were no commercials. Commercials gave Freddy the strong urge to wreak havoc on something.

They watched the opening scene, which was depicted through Glen's eyes. Angie, who had seen the movie countless times, was silently quoting the characters. When the mother announced that she was taking a shower Freddy's eyes threatened to bug out of his head. Glancing at him, Angie angrily stomped on his foot. Freddy youched in pain and gave his companion a sullen glare that she didn't see, her eyes already once again fixed to the screen. When Glen made his first kill, Freddy snorted and muttered "pathetic," under his breath.

"He's a kid," Angie said sharply.

As Glen ran for the bathroom door Angie firmly clamped her hand across Freddy's eyes, deaf to his angry protests. She didn't move her hand until the scene was over, neatly preventing the grumpy Freddy from getting his view of porn for the evening.

Freddy sulked in his chair, making snide comments about what a baby Glen was, and how he wasn't any good at killing. Finally losing her patience Angie snapped, "He's probably better than you!" while knowing full well she didn't believe it, she was just sick of hearing Freddy complain.

The evil Dream Master turned in his seat to face her, bringing his face close to hers.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"You heard me," Angie replied coldly, trying hide how she was starting to shake at Freddy's being so close to her.

"No I didn't quite catch it," Freddy said, but he didn't sound angry at all. There was something in his voice Angie couldn't place. "So what was it you said?"

His face was now centimeters from hers, and Angie was starting to go scatter brained. He was so close to her…

A sudden, loud noise from the screen caused the two startled movie companions to whip around. The moment effectively ruined they settled back into their seats to watch again, but their minds racing around in chaotic circles.

They didn't say much else except to comment on the movie, Angie occasionally slapping a hand over Freddy's eyes, him grumbling angrily. When the movie finally ended they both left the theater, still laughing over certain scenes, and poking fun at others.

They wandered once again down the Springwood streets, Angie still munching on her bag of popcorn. As they walked, they chatted animatedly, neither having any trouble in finding topics of conversation now. But the one topic they avoided was the close moment in the theater, neither sure of what to make of it, or how to approach it, so they left it alone.

When Angie finally woke up, she lay staring at the ceiling for a while, all her attention now on the one thing that had been skating around her mind all night. What had Freddy been doing? What had he meant by it? Had he meant anything? Angie lay wondering for a while, until Kim finally poked her head in the room and asked if she was feeling well, then she leaped out of the bed as if she had been scalded and hurried past her bemused friend.

After Angie slipped out of Dreamworld Freddy went back home, already becoming bored. He thought back to that moment in the theater. Just what had he been doing? Even he wasn't quite sure. But one thing was sure, this girl was causing him more confusion then he had ever felt before. But as he stared unseeingly about the room he realized that it wasn't such a bad thing.

I'm not overly good at implied romance am I? Oh well, I tried. Oh, and I haven't seen Seed of Chucky, but Angie did and she described the beginning scene for me. I didn't put it all down in case someone hasn't seen it and wants to.

Angie: YOU TRIED TO LOOK UP MY SKIRT?! BLOODY PERVERT!!! (beating Freddy senseless)

Me: I don't think I need to comment on that…