Disclaimer: I don't own Freddy or ANOES. Jade belongs to Nephthys Jeckel. I
do own Chagrin, Lilith (not her name, though), and Zephos. If you steal any
of them without my permission, I'll gut you and use your skin as a rug!
Summary- Chagrin is now free to kill again and joins Freddy and his dead whore in their murder spree, but Lilith tries to stop them. Will Lilith be able to end Springwood's nightmare once and for all, or will she be another victim?
Rated R for blood, gore, violence, and rape.
P.S.: Freddy's look in this would be his ANOES 4 look. Chagrin's glove would just be a darker version of the glove from FvJ. Chagrin's jacket is almost identical to the one "Freddy" wears in New Nightmare, with the exception that there's no red and green stripes in the interior.
* * *
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you."
"Three, four, better lock your door."
"Five, six, grab a crucifix."
"Seven, eight, better stay up late."
"Nine, ten, never sleep again."
Freddy's first victims, small, innocent children, sang this song as they played jump-rope in front of Freddy's dilapidated house, 1428 Elm Street, in the dream world. They stopped, and looked at the sunset. It was a blazing fireball that can only occur in the Dream World.
As the sun went below the horizon, they heard a terrible noise. It sounded like the gates of Hell opening, releasing a limitless amount of tortured souls. The sky turned crimson red and the earth turned dry and barren. The Dreamscape turned into a Hellish environment. The ground in front of 1428 Elm Street cracked open and a geyser of blood spewed out of it. The blood droplets slowly went together to form a pool of blood in front of the children. The shadows of the surrounding trees and of the house itself expanded over the pool of blood. The shadows somewhat merged with the crimson pool, producing some sort of black ichor. Purple lightning struck the rancid muck. Crackling with electricity, the pool rose into a big, black blob. The tar-like substance bursted into Hellfire. When the white- hot flames died down, a man stood in the blob's place. Everything faded back to normal except for the man. Evil is reborn.
The children continued playing, ignoring the stranger. One, a mere 3'2", was riding a red tricycle. The girl rode up to the man, her tire tracks leaving blood. She stopped and looked at the man, and was confused.
This man looked like the girl's killer, Freddy Krueger, but there were a few differences. This man's eyes weren't blue as ice but were red as fire. The face was less human, more demonic, like Freddy would look if he was really pissed. The burnt, blistered skin is as red as blood. The body was more built.
The clothing was different but similar. The man wore a long, black coat over a black wool sweater, with black jeans. The shoes were black army boots, with the pants over the shoes. Even the glove was different. Its leather was darker, and the blades were longer, more curved.
"You're not Freddy. Who are you?"
"My name's Chagrin, little girl. I'm looking for Freddy and Jade. Can you tell me where they are?"
The girl giggled. She knew who this was. The Dream Demons, three spectral skulls, told her about this man. They told her not to tell Freddy, because he might get really pissed at the thought of something as powerful as him in the Dream World, being freed by the very souls he collects from his victims.
"Freddy and Jade are in the boiler room, hunting a victim down. I tried to warn him not to go down there, but he said that this was his dream, and that he doesn't want a scarred freak like Freddy and his dead whore to haunt it anymore, and he went down to kill them."
"Thank you, little girl."
The girl giggled as she saw Chagrin vanish into thin air.
* * *
Blake Dokins was running throughout the maze of rusty pipes known as the boiler room. He could feel the heat from the boilers, and smell the smoke from the fires. He was running. He had blood on his shirt, but it wasn't his. He was covered in Freddy's and Jade's. He tried to kill Freddy and his plaything because they killed many of his friends here, and he vowed to kick their ass, but he found out the hard way that Freddy and Jade are unkillable in their world.
He heard a screeching noise, like the sound of metal against metal rubbing together, followed by an eerie, feminine giggle. Terrified, he veered left, dodging the hot steam from the pipes.
He was fully unaware of the danger nearby.
The boy was so exhausted that when he turned a corner, he didn't see the boiler in front of him and ran into it face-first. Spitting blood from his mouth, Blake got up from the floor, looked at his surroundings, and was filled with terror at what he saw.
Snakes. Dozens and dozens of snakes were all over the room. Ever since he was bitten by one as a child, Blake always had a fear of them. Now that he was surrounded by them, he was too terrified to move. He heard the sound of screeching metal, and sees the silhouette of Freddy in a cloud of steam. Fear and confusement rushed through him when he saw the silhouette walk out of the cloud. It wasn't Freddy's, but a demon with fiery red eyes. The demon slowly, methodically walked towards Blake.
"So this is the brat Freddy and Jade are chasing."
Blake looked at how this demon looked like Freddy, yet looked so different. The face was more demonic, more feral. The scarring was ancient and demonic. This wasn't the vivid definition of fear, but of Hell itself.
Blake pulled out a pistol, the weapon he used on Jade and Freddy, and pointed it towards Chagrin. "Who are you?"
The demon chuckled at the boy's weapon, knowing it won't hurt him.
"I'm Fear itself, Blake. Your skin looks a little dry. You should put some cream on it before you start shedding!"
Blake looked at his skin and he dropped the gun in terror. His skin was dry and scaly, and looked like paper. He screamed as he felt his skin slowly tear away from him. He fell onto the floor and writhed as his body slowly pulled itself out of his skin. It was like a snake shedding its skin. In agony, Blake saw his muscles and tendons expanding and contracting, his blood flowing through purple veins, his bones supporting his structure, and his red intestines falling out of his gut. He looked up and screamed as Chagrin plunged his ungloved hand through his ribcage, breaking through bone, and slammed him to a wall, holding him off the floor. He winched in agony as the dream demon squeezed his heart with glee.
"Aw, I'm not breaking your heart, am I?" The demon teased.
Chagrin smiled as the boy screamed and squirmed in agony. Every scream, every winch, every squirm reminded him of the old days, when Chagrin tortured both demons and humans.
The snakes faded away as Blake's eyes rolled back and his body became limp. Chagrin ripped Blake's still-beating heart from the lifeless body, fixated on the blood still spurting from it. He threw the heart, and watched it splatter on the ceiling. He closed his eyes and reveled in the shower of blood and gore, and opens them and sees Blake's soul lift from the boy's body. Chagrin felt a rush as the soul flew into him, something he hasn't felt for millennia.
Chagrin heard footsteps, and glanced to his right to see Freddy, Springwood's hideous nightmare, and Jade, the young woman who gave her life to be part of Freddy's world, walk out from a corner.
Freddy and Jade were surprised at what they saw in front of them. They were expecting to see a terrified dreamer, exhausted from the all the running he did. Instead, they see this . . . person covered in blood and gore. It looked like Freddy, but only when he was enraged. It even has a glove similar to Freddy's. They didn't know it was a dream demon.
"Well what do we have here?" Freddy rubbed his blades together, pondering on who the demon could be.
"Looks like a wanna-be, Freddy-dearest. Let's split him open like a cantaloupe and find out who he really is. Maybe he's a teenager gone nuts." Jade giggled.
Chagrin gave Jade a scowl. "I'm not a wanna-be, bitch. I'm much older than you think."
Freddy's eyes widened as he saw Blake's mutilated body. He glared at Chagrin in anger. Who does this guy think he is? The egomaniac may be flattered that someone is imitating him, but he killed one of his children. To him, that's a personal insult. "Whoever you are, asshole, you killed one of my children. I'm to going to kill you slow!"
Chagrin smirked. "You think you can kill me? Give me your best shot!"
Freddy ran towards his ancestor, his glove drawn back. Chagrin was calm as Freddy threw his glove towards him. Freddy plunged his blades into Chagrin's guts, severing several arteries, cutting through flesh and bone until the ends of his claws poked through Chagrin's back. Chagrin leaned down on Freddy's shoulder, taking the pain as it coursed through his body.
Freddy smiled as Chagrin's limp body leaned on his shoulder. His smile faded when Chagrin lifted himself from Freddy's shoulder. Chagrin looked down at the wound, gushing thick, dark blood, and then at Freddy, and giggled. He then rammed his blades into Freddy's chest, lifting him into the air. Freddy squirmed in agony as Chagrin's blades moved through flesh and bone. Chagrin pulled Freddy's arm out of his guts, slightly cringing from the pain, and threw Freddy onto the floor. He looked at the hole and waved his glove over it. As it went over the wound, the wound disappeared, as if it was never there.
Chagrin leaned down towards Freddy, smiling. "You have to do better than that!" His smile faded when Jade tackled him to the ground. She clawed and bit into him several times before he grabbed her head, slightly cringing as the crown of glass embedded in her skull pierced through his ungloved hand, and slammed her up against a wall. He stabbed into her stomach, and gave a vertical slice all the way to the collarbone. Red guts spilled out of her chest as she clawed and kicked at him. Satisfied, he threw her to the ground, and gave her a hard kick in the ribs, sending her flying into a wall. She felt several vertebrae in her spine snap as she hit the wall. Crawling pathetically on the ground, Jade slowly recovered from the beating Chagrin gave her.
Freddy ran towards Chagrin. Chagrin looked at Freddy and thrust his glove forward into the air, and Freddy bursted into Hellish flames. Chagrin laughed as Freddy flailed his arms wildly. The Dream stalker has felt agonizing pain several times in both his life and death, but the pain he's feeling now makes those pale in comparison. A shower of water went over him to put out the flames, and it turned into a cloud of steam after the fire went out. Chagrin waved his glove, and Freddy flew into a wall. Chagrin waved his glove in several directions, and Freddy smashed into walls, pipes, boilers, and eventually into the floor.
Picking up his fedora off the floor and putting it on his badly burnt head, Freddy stood up, his face more demonic than ever. He has never been so humiliated in his world. Anger clouding his judgment, his shadow began to grow longer, getting closer and closer to Chagrin. When it reached the Dream Demon, the shadow turned into a giant humanoid figure of Freddy. Chagrin just stood there calmly. Freddy's shadow slashed, punched, and slammed Chagrin around relentlessly. Chagrin's screams were music to Freddy's ears. Freddy's shadow threw Chagrin towards Freddy and it shrank back into normal size.
Freddy slowly walked towards Chagrin, whose body was horribly mangled. Freddy grabbed Chagrin by the shirt and was about to stab his face out, but stopped when he heard Chagrin's gasps for air. The voice sounded feminine. Freddy's eyes widened when he saw glass shards slowly slide out of Chagrin's burnt skin, and Chagrin's body slowly morphed into Jade's.
"What in the hell attacked me?" She mumbled weakly. Freddy's eyes flared as he realized that bastard tricked him.
Freddy dropped her and scanned the room with steely blue eyes, looking for that bastard. White hot pain immediately jolted through his back and he was lifted into the air. He looked down and saw four, ten-inch blades poking out of his ribcage. Jade received a swift kick to the face, and was sent flying over some railing, falling for several stories. A sickening splat was heard when she landed. Freddy was then thrown onto the ground. Pissed off, he jumped to his feet.
Chagrin chuckled darkly. "I'm as powerful as you are. Battling me would be useless."
"What are you? Are you a dream demon like me?"
"Yes, I'm a dream demon like you. I'm also your . . . ancestor."
"How can that be? I thought the Dream Demons only gave me the power to kill brats in their sleep. Why would they give the power to an old geezer like you?"
"I created the Dream Demons. Before I became this," He pointed to himself, "I was a torturer and executioner for demons. I killed too many people at once, so they let me burn in Hell. I escaped from the dark domain, and entered the dreams of the people who killed me. I was close to exacting my revenge, so I released three souls and turned them into the Dream Demons to find a descendent that would continue my reign of terror. When they found you, my flesh-and-blood, they gave you the power to turn dreams into reality. When you killed your first victim, I felt my power returning, so I waited until you collected enough souls to make me whole again. It was real fun watching you and Jade collect souls, so I would like to join you in killing Springwood's youth."
Freddy was taken aback. This was completely unexpected. The thought why the three Dream Demons chose him never crossed his mind. Now the reason why they chose him is standing in front of him. One thing did remain unclear.
"Wait a minute. If you just regained your powers, how come you're as powerful as I am! I thought souls gave you power!"
"When the Dream Demons gave you your power, they actually transferred some of my power to you. Now that I'm back, I'm just as powerful as you are. This is actually a benefit for the both of us, because as one gets stronger, the other gets stronger. I'll make a deal with you. If you let me join, you'll have a very powerful being under your control. If not, we'll battle for eternity, endlessly torturing each other. Think about it." Chagrin offered his glove in a handshake.
Growling, the Dream Killer put a blade under his nose, thinking about how to get rid of Chagrin. He played with ideas of sending Chagrin to Hell, but realized they were all hopeless, as Chagrin said he has escaped from Hell itself, so his depraved mind turned to letting Chagrin join. Freddy had been alone in the Dream World for decades. Any company was welcome. He only kept Jade around for sex and fun and she really means something towards him, despite the fact that her obsessive tendencies annoy him. Chagrin might not be so grating on his nerves, and is already a vicious and brutal killer, and might know some ways of killing people he never imagined. Freddy walked up to Chagrin and shook his ancestor's glove, their claws interlocking with each other.
* * *
Jade was sore and weak from Chagrin's attack. Grabbing a rail, she painfully pulled herself up from the floor, her spine cracking as she stood up. She had a pipe sticking out of her leg. Pulling it out, she limped up the stairs that led to Freddy and Chagrin. When she reached the top floor, she dropped the pipe as a look of bewilderment spread across her face when she saw Freddy's and Chagrin's gloves interlocked. "What's going on? I thought this fucker was attacking us!"
Freddy giggled darkly. He now has a being as powerful as himself under his control, along with some extra company. He's not going to tell Jade about Chagrin being as powerful as he is. He only wants her to think of him as the most powerful being in his world. "I decided to let him join us in our killing spree. He might provide us with some fun with our victims. Another piglet is sleeping. Let's get to work."
* * *
The Boiler Room stood lonely as Freddy, Jade, and Chagrin haunted the dreams of Springwood's youth for the night. A rusty pipe cracked from the battle leaked steam into the room. The Steam poured from the pipe and dived downwards into a swirling vortex. The steam-nado formed into the shape of a kneeling woman, and it manifested into flesh. The woman stood up nude, brushing dark brown hair from her face. Lilith has appeared.
A feeling of contempt crept through her mind as she explored the boiler room. "Chagrin is finally free at last. That means that the Negative Gate can now be opened. When I find it Chagrin, you'll be paying for what you did to Springwood!" This went through the demon's mind as she walked through the cavernous maze, trying to find the key that will end her suffering once and for all.
Summary- Chagrin is now free to kill again and joins Freddy and his dead whore in their murder spree, but Lilith tries to stop them. Will Lilith be able to end Springwood's nightmare once and for all, or will she be another victim?
Rated R for blood, gore, violence, and rape.
P.S.: Freddy's look in this would be his ANOES 4 look. Chagrin's glove would just be a darker version of the glove from FvJ. Chagrin's jacket is almost identical to the one "Freddy" wears in New Nightmare, with the exception that there's no red and green stripes in the interior.
* * *
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you."
"Three, four, better lock your door."
"Five, six, grab a crucifix."
"Seven, eight, better stay up late."
"Nine, ten, never sleep again."
Freddy's first victims, small, innocent children, sang this song as they played jump-rope in front of Freddy's dilapidated house, 1428 Elm Street, in the dream world. They stopped, and looked at the sunset. It was a blazing fireball that can only occur in the Dream World.
As the sun went below the horizon, they heard a terrible noise. It sounded like the gates of Hell opening, releasing a limitless amount of tortured souls. The sky turned crimson red and the earth turned dry and barren. The Dreamscape turned into a Hellish environment. The ground in front of 1428 Elm Street cracked open and a geyser of blood spewed out of it. The blood droplets slowly went together to form a pool of blood in front of the children. The shadows of the surrounding trees and of the house itself expanded over the pool of blood. The shadows somewhat merged with the crimson pool, producing some sort of black ichor. Purple lightning struck the rancid muck. Crackling with electricity, the pool rose into a big, black blob. The tar-like substance bursted into Hellfire. When the white- hot flames died down, a man stood in the blob's place. Everything faded back to normal except for the man. Evil is reborn.
The children continued playing, ignoring the stranger. One, a mere 3'2", was riding a red tricycle. The girl rode up to the man, her tire tracks leaving blood. She stopped and looked at the man, and was confused.
This man looked like the girl's killer, Freddy Krueger, but there were a few differences. This man's eyes weren't blue as ice but were red as fire. The face was less human, more demonic, like Freddy would look if he was really pissed. The burnt, blistered skin is as red as blood. The body was more built.
The clothing was different but similar. The man wore a long, black coat over a black wool sweater, with black jeans. The shoes were black army boots, with the pants over the shoes. Even the glove was different. Its leather was darker, and the blades were longer, more curved.
"You're not Freddy. Who are you?"
"My name's Chagrin, little girl. I'm looking for Freddy and Jade. Can you tell me where they are?"
The girl giggled. She knew who this was. The Dream Demons, three spectral skulls, told her about this man. They told her not to tell Freddy, because he might get really pissed at the thought of something as powerful as him in the Dream World, being freed by the very souls he collects from his victims.
"Freddy and Jade are in the boiler room, hunting a victim down. I tried to warn him not to go down there, but he said that this was his dream, and that he doesn't want a scarred freak like Freddy and his dead whore to haunt it anymore, and he went down to kill them."
"Thank you, little girl."
The girl giggled as she saw Chagrin vanish into thin air.
* * *
Blake Dokins was running throughout the maze of rusty pipes known as the boiler room. He could feel the heat from the boilers, and smell the smoke from the fires. He was running. He had blood on his shirt, but it wasn't his. He was covered in Freddy's and Jade's. He tried to kill Freddy and his plaything because they killed many of his friends here, and he vowed to kick their ass, but he found out the hard way that Freddy and Jade are unkillable in their world.
He heard a screeching noise, like the sound of metal against metal rubbing together, followed by an eerie, feminine giggle. Terrified, he veered left, dodging the hot steam from the pipes.
He was fully unaware of the danger nearby.
The boy was so exhausted that when he turned a corner, he didn't see the boiler in front of him and ran into it face-first. Spitting blood from his mouth, Blake got up from the floor, looked at his surroundings, and was filled with terror at what he saw.
Snakes. Dozens and dozens of snakes were all over the room. Ever since he was bitten by one as a child, Blake always had a fear of them. Now that he was surrounded by them, he was too terrified to move. He heard the sound of screeching metal, and sees the silhouette of Freddy in a cloud of steam. Fear and confusement rushed through him when he saw the silhouette walk out of the cloud. It wasn't Freddy's, but a demon with fiery red eyes. The demon slowly, methodically walked towards Blake.
"So this is the brat Freddy and Jade are chasing."
Blake looked at how this demon looked like Freddy, yet looked so different. The face was more demonic, more feral. The scarring was ancient and demonic. This wasn't the vivid definition of fear, but of Hell itself.
Blake pulled out a pistol, the weapon he used on Jade and Freddy, and pointed it towards Chagrin. "Who are you?"
The demon chuckled at the boy's weapon, knowing it won't hurt him.
"I'm Fear itself, Blake. Your skin looks a little dry. You should put some cream on it before you start shedding!"
Blake looked at his skin and he dropped the gun in terror. His skin was dry and scaly, and looked like paper. He screamed as he felt his skin slowly tear away from him. He fell onto the floor and writhed as his body slowly pulled itself out of his skin. It was like a snake shedding its skin. In agony, Blake saw his muscles and tendons expanding and contracting, his blood flowing through purple veins, his bones supporting his structure, and his red intestines falling out of his gut. He looked up and screamed as Chagrin plunged his ungloved hand through his ribcage, breaking through bone, and slammed him to a wall, holding him off the floor. He winched in agony as the dream demon squeezed his heart with glee.
"Aw, I'm not breaking your heart, am I?" The demon teased.
Chagrin smiled as the boy screamed and squirmed in agony. Every scream, every winch, every squirm reminded him of the old days, when Chagrin tortured both demons and humans.
The snakes faded away as Blake's eyes rolled back and his body became limp. Chagrin ripped Blake's still-beating heart from the lifeless body, fixated on the blood still spurting from it. He threw the heart, and watched it splatter on the ceiling. He closed his eyes and reveled in the shower of blood and gore, and opens them and sees Blake's soul lift from the boy's body. Chagrin felt a rush as the soul flew into him, something he hasn't felt for millennia.
Chagrin heard footsteps, and glanced to his right to see Freddy, Springwood's hideous nightmare, and Jade, the young woman who gave her life to be part of Freddy's world, walk out from a corner.
Freddy and Jade were surprised at what they saw in front of them. They were expecting to see a terrified dreamer, exhausted from the all the running he did. Instead, they see this . . . person covered in blood and gore. It looked like Freddy, but only when he was enraged. It even has a glove similar to Freddy's. They didn't know it was a dream demon.
"Well what do we have here?" Freddy rubbed his blades together, pondering on who the demon could be.
"Looks like a wanna-be, Freddy-dearest. Let's split him open like a cantaloupe and find out who he really is. Maybe he's a teenager gone nuts." Jade giggled.
Chagrin gave Jade a scowl. "I'm not a wanna-be, bitch. I'm much older than you think."
Freddy's eyes widened as he saw Blake's mutilated body. He glared at Chagrin in anger. Who does this guy think he is? The egomaniac may be flattered that someone is imitating him, but he killed one of his children. To him, that's a personal insult. "Whoever you are, asshole, you killed one of my children. I'm to going to kill you slow!"
Chagrin smirked. "You think you can kill me? Give me your best shot!"
Freddy ran towards his ancestor, his glove drawn back. Chagrin was calm as Freddy threw his glove towards him. Freddy plunged his blades into Chagrin's guts, severing several arteries, cutting through flesh and bone until the ends of his claws poked through Chagrin's back. Chagrin leaned down on Freddy's shoulder, taking the pain as it coursed through his body.
Freddy smiled as Chagrin's limp body leaned on his shoulder. His smile faded when Chagrin lifted himself from Freddy's shoulder. Chagrin looked down at the wound, gushing thick, dark blood, and then at Freddy, and giggled. He then rammed his blades into Freddy's chest, lifting him into the air. Freddy squirmed in agony as Chagrin's blades moved through flesh and bone. Chagrin pulled Freddy's arm out of his guts, slightly cringing from the pain, and threw Freddy onto the floor. He looked at the hole and waved his glove over it. As it went over the wound, the wound disappeared, as if it was never there.
Chagrin leaned down towards Freddy, smiling. "You have to do better than that!" His smile faded when Jade tackled him to the ground. She clawed and bit into him several times before he grabbed her head, slightly cringing as the crown of glass embedded in her skull pierced through his ungloved hand, and slammed her up against a wall. He stabbed into her stomach, and gave a vertical slice all the way to the collarbone. Red guts spilled out of her chest as she clawed and kicked at him. Satisfied, he threw her to the ground, and gave her a hard kick in the ribs, sending her flying into a wall. She felt several vertebrae in her spine snap as she hit the wall. Crawling pathetically on the ground, Jade slowly recovered from the beating Chagrin gave her.
Freddy ran towards Chagrin. Chagrin looked at Freddy and thrust his glove forward into the air, and Freddy bursted into Hellish flames. Chagrin laughed as Freddy flailed his arms wildly. The Dream stalker has felt agonizing pain several times in both his life and death, but the pain he's feeling now makes those pale in comparison. A shower of water went over him to put out the flames, and it turned into a cloud of steam after the fire went out. Chagrin waved his glove, and Freddy flew into a wall. Chagrin waved his glove in several directions, and Freddy smashed into walls, pipes, boilers, and eventually into the floor.
Picking up his fedora off the floor and putting it on his badly burnt head, Freddy stood up, his face more demonic than ever. He has never been so humiliated in his world. Anger clouding his judgment, his shadow began to grow longer, getting closer and closer to Chagrin. When it reached the Dream Demon, the shadow turned into a giant humanoid figure of Freddy. Chagrin just stood there calmly. Freddy's shadow slashed, punched, and slammed Chagrin around relentlessly. Chagrin's screams were music to Freddy's ears. Freddy's shadow threw Chagrin towards Freddy and it shrank back into normal size.
Freddy slowly walked towards Chagrin, whose body was horribly mangled. Freddy grabbed Chagrin by the shirt and was about to stab his face out, but stopped when he heard Chagrin's gasps for air. The voice sounded feminine. Freddy's eyes widened when he saw glass shards slowly slide out of Chagrin's burnt skin, and Chagrin's body slowly morphed into Jade's.
"What in the hell attacked me?" She mumbled weakly. Freddy's eyes flared as he realized that bastard tricked him.
Freddy dropped her and scanned the room with steely blue eyes, looking for that bastard. White hot pain immediately jolted through his back and he was lifted into the air. He looked down and saw four, ten-inch blades poking out of his ribcage. Jade received a swift kick to the face, and was sent flying over some railing, falling for several stories. A sickening splat was heard when she landed. Freddy was then thrown onto the ground. Pissed off, he jumped to his feet.
Chagrin chuckled darkly. "I'm as powerful as you are. Battling me would be useless."
"What are you? Are you a dream demon like me?"
"Yes, I'm a dream demon like you. I'm also your . . . ancestor."
"How can that be? I thought the Dream Demons only gave me the power to kill brats in their sleep. Why would they give the power to an old geezer like you?"
"I created the Dream Demons. Before I became this," He pointed to himself, "I was a torturer and executioner for demons. I killed too many people at once, so they let me burn in Hell. I escaped from the dark domain, and entered the dreams of the people who killed me. I was close to exacting my revenge, so I released three souls and turned them into the Dream Demons to find a descendent that would continue my reign of terror. When they found you, my flesh-and-blood, they gave you the power to turn dreams into reality. When you killed your first victim, I felt my power returning, so I waited until you collected enough souls to make me whole again. It was real fun watching you and Jade collect souls, so I would like to join you in killing Springwood's youth."
Freddy was taken aback. This was completely unexpected. The thought why the three Dream Demons chose him never crossed his mind. Now the reason why they chose him is standing in front of him. One thing did remain unclear.
"Wait a minute. If you just regained your powers, how come you're as powerful as I am! I thought souls gave you power!"
"When the Dream Demons gave you your power, they actually transferred some of my power to you. Now that I'm back, I'm just as powerful as you are. This is actually a benefit for the both of us, because as one gets stronger, the other gets stronger. I'll make a deal with you. If you let me join, you'll have a very powerful being under your control. If not, we'll battle for eternity, endlessly torturing each other. Think about it." Chagrin offered his glove in a handshake.
Growling, the Dream Killer put a blade under his nose, thinking about how to get rid of Chagrin. He played with ideas of sending Chagrin to Hell, but realized they were all hopeless, as Chagrin said he has escaped from Hell itself, so his depraved mind turned to letting Chagrin join. Freddy had been alone in the Dream World for decades. Any company was welcome. He only kept Jade around for sex and fun and she really means something towards him, despite the fact that her obsessive tendencies annoy him. Chagrin might not be so grating on his nerves, and is already a vicious and brutal killer, and might know some ways of killing people he never imagined. Freddy walked up to Chagrin and shook his ancestor's glove, their claws interlocking with each other.
* * *
Jade was sore and weak from Chagrin's attack. Grabbing a rail, she painfully pulled herself up from the floor, her spine cracking as she stood up. She had a pipe sticking out of her leg. Pulling it out, she limped up the stairs that led to Freddy and Chagrin. When she reached the top floor, she dropped the pipe as a look of bewilderment spread across her face when she saw Freddy's and Chagrin's gloves interlocked. "What's going on? I thought this fucker was attacking us!"
Freddy giggled darkly. He now has a being as powerful as himself under his control, along with some extra company. He's not going to tell Jade about Chagrin being as powerful as he is. He only wants her to think of him as the most powerful being in his world. "I decided to let him join us in our killing spree. He might provide us with some fun with our victims. Another piglet is sleeping. Let's get to work."
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The Boiler Room stood lonely as Freddy, Jade, and Chagrin haunted the dreams of Springwood's youth for the night. A rusty pipe cracked from the battle leaked steam into the room. The Steam poured from the pipe and dived downwards into a swirling vortex. The steam-nado formed into the shape of a kneeling woman, and it manifested into flesh. The woman stood up nude, brushing dark brown hair from her face. Lilith has appeared.
A feeling of contempt crept through her mind as she explored the boiler room. "Chagrin is finally free at last. That means that the Negative Gate can now be opened. When I find it Chagrin, you'll be paying for what you did to Springwood!" This went through the demon's mind as she walked through the cavernous maze, trying to find the key that will end her suffering once and for all.
