Another day, another trial. Lately, I've been so bored here, for what is Hell this place is fairly mellow. Sure, being hunted by supernatural monsters and getting stuck on meathooks sucks, but it's better than swimming in lava, or being in an endless storm. You can have fun here, in a twisted sense. All the killers get your heart racing when they get near you, almost like it's supposed to be scary. After a while you learn that it does not mean much, you can run circles (literally) around them and they can't catch you. Combine that with the others teaching me amazing skills and it takes away my total fear of this place, nothing ever changes! Ugh, I wish something new would happen.

Fog has cleared and lets me guess, the farm again? The junkyard? Wherever it is I know every inch of it… wait what? This, this is not normal, am I free? There's a road, with cars, a preschool, houses, and an ambulance. I am so confused right now, but I need to stay focused, this new place is here to mess with me. I just have to go inside that school, fix a generator and leave, no problem.

This place is not too banged up like some other buildings it looks kinda norm- *Smash*! Okay, how did I not see the giant hole in the floor, that must have been loud? Jesus, it is hot down here, looks like an old boiler room. I can barely breathe, but there must be a generator down here. It's hidden, plenty of hiding spots, and a mattress to sleep on. This is a breath of fresh air (metaphorically of course).

I swear I can hear children singing, I must be going crazy from the heat down here. The air is feeling colder too, for such a heated room. There is something wrong here, I have not heard the normal heartbeat this entire trial, is there no killer? Suddenly Dwight runs down the stairs, his head bobbing. It looks so silly, I'm on the verge of laughing. "Okay bud, cut the prank it was funny the first 5 seconds." He isn't responding. "Hello in there?" Still nothing. I snap my fingers and still nothing. So I clap my hands and his eyes open.

There is a look of panic on his face like he is frozen by fear as if he isn't always. I'm about to ask what was that prank about, he runs off. I hear the singing again. It sounds like a… lullaby? It's not the Huntress, you can hear her sing it, this sounds like little girls. I can almost make it out as I'm walking up some stairs along a chain-link fence to the parking lot. 1...2..ming...you. This is new, I need to hear it, so I hide in a bush and listen to everything now. if there is something new I want to hear it.

1,2 Freddy's coming for you

3,4 Better lock your door

5,6 Grab a crucifix

7,8 Gonna stay up late

9,10 Never sleep again…

It is so hard to hear the words, but I made them out. I guess this place is haunted by a ghost or demon or something, weird. I have a bad feeling and bolt out of the school. Okay just going to do this generator in the middle of the street. It has no cover, nothing to protect me, nothing to help but a red pickup truck that doesn't work. Wait, I hear the song again, and it's getting loud. My spine always gets chills when something evil looks at me, especially the killers. So like any sensible human, I run away from the creepy singing and duck behind a bush. There's nothing there still; I MUST be going crazy. Wait, why do I feel so tired? I can hear the song in my ears now like it's all around me. I see something in the corner of my eye, it looks like a man, but burnt and the most horrible claw on his hand, soaked in blood. I just see glimpses of him, until the singing stops and the world is gray. There's no one else here. Okay, I need to see if what Claudette has healed us with is laced with weed or something

I take back everything I said about the trials getting boring, this is amazing, in a weird way. I think I'm asleep, but I'm not sure. Still no killer, just that weird man I saw in glimpses. Whatever might as well fix another generator. Shit, I heard someone scream, there is a killer and I want to know who it is. It sounds like it's coming from the shack! Gotta stay low though, or whoever it is might just spot me.

Oh my god, it's him, the burnt man. He's carrying Dwight on his back, into the basement. I don't hear the heartbeat so he isn't close enough to see me, right? He's walking my way, I'll just hide it behind the wall, and- four claws just burst through the wall! I just have to run, but when I turn the corner I see him lunge at me and just barely miss. I hear him laugh, echoing through eternity it seems. I hear a deep, gravelly voice that seems all too happy from beyond the wall, "Welcome to my world, bitch…" I have to lose him. This will be no issue, he's just as tall as me!

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I yell at him as I hop through yet another window. "What's wrong? Bad dreams?" he jokes. He just taunts me as we run, he never stops! He just cut me off at a corner, he out-thought me! He just caught me, one of them caught me. Normally they're too insane, brain dead, or slow to outsmart me, he seems too normal. For such a small guy he picks me up like nothing. As a routine, I grab at what's around me and try to stab him. I feel too tired to try, it's like he sapped all the energy from me... Now I'm on a meathook, fantastic…

There's the beeping meaning that the gate is finally open and ready to free us. Alrighty, time to go back to that stupid campfire and wait to be abducted again. Wait, Dwight screaming again? Oh God, my Pepperoni must (don't know what to call him yet) have hooked him. I bolt to Dwight and unhook him while he's not around. This feels too easy, it takes him seconds to get us, we have time to mess him up before he can get us! The Entity made us face someone even weaker than the last, is it giving up? And now I'm back to sleep. From behind me, I hear him holler, "I'll give you some time, need to stretch for the final lap!" Whatever, I'll just run back to the gate.

We can't get out, the Entity is blocking Dwight and me from escaping. There he is laughing like crazy as he slowly walks towards us, claws scraping alongside the wall. "You two seem a little stuck now don't cha? Don't worry, Mr. Freddy will solve that." He has us cornered and we know it. Before I die I need to know one thing, "Who the hell are you? You can talk, you can think and you're in our dreams!" The last thing I hear is, "Who am I? Well, little girl, I'm your worst nightmare." Laughing ringing in my ears I can't help but sadistically smile as I finally have someone around me with a personality.