Freddy vs. Jason: The Rematch
Freddy leaped out of the lake, hoping to find Jason, but ol' mister Voorhees wasn't there. Freddy wasn't worried though; he knew exactly how to make that big, stupid dog come running. For the third time since this whole fiasco started, Freddy transformed into Pamela Voorhees, Jason's mom.
"Jason?" Freddy/Pamela called in a falsely sweet voice, "Jason? Where is my special boy?"
Like a moth to the flame, Jason emerged from some trees and slowly began to walk toward Freddy/Pamela.
"I'm so sorry Jason, if I had known Freddy would be so mean to you, I never would've told you to help him. Now, be a good boy and turn around."
Jason tilted his head to the side, why would he turn around? Suddenly, a look of frustration crossed Freddy/Pamela's face and Jason knew. He swung his machete downward at his mother, who caught it and instantly, Freddy transformed back to his normal self.
"Now Jason," he said in a disapproving tone of voice, "Is that anyway to treat your mother?"
Jason wrenched his weapon out of Freddy's grip and swung at his head. Freddy ducked and elbowed Jason in the back of the head. Jason turned around and swung his machete again and Freddy hopped back to dodge.
"You're slow," Freddy mocked, pointing an accusatory finger blade at Jason, "You're stupid."
Jason raised his machete.
"You've got no style."
Jason swung his machete down and Freddy hopped aside before kicking Jason in the balls. Or at least where his balls should have been.
"Aww," Freddy mocked, "You've got no balls, do you porky?"
Jason swung his machete again and Freddy sidestepped before thrusting his glove at Jason's head. Right before the blades made contact with wrinkled flesh, Jason disappeared.
"Damn," Freddy said. He wasn't that frustrated though. He had other targets in mind. So, with his goals set, he walked off, back to Springwood.
Freddy leaped out of the lake, hoping to find Jason, but ol' mister Voorhees wasn't there. Freddy wasn't worried though; he knew exactly how to make that big, stupid dog come running. For the third time since this whole fiasco started, Freddy transformed into Pamela Voorhees, Jason's mom.
"Jason?" Freddy/Pamela called in a falsely sweet voice, "Jason? Where is my special boy?"
Like a moth to the flame, Jason emerged from some trees and slowly began to walk toward Freddy/Pamela.
"I'm so sorry Jason, if I had known Freddy would be so mean to you, I never would've told you to help him. Now, be a good boy and turn around."
Jason tilted his head to the side, why would he turn around? Suddenly, a look of frustration crossed Freddy/Pamela's face and Jason knew. He swung his machete downward at his mother, who caught it and instantly, Freddy transformed back to his normal self.
"Now Jason," he said in a disapproving tone of voice, "Is that anyway to treat your mother?"
Jason wrenched his weapon out of Freddy's grip and swung at his head. Freddy ducked and elbowed Jason in the back of the head. Jason turned around and swung his machete again and Freddy hopped back to dodge.
"You're slow," Freddy mocked, pointing an accusatory finger blade at Jason, "You're stupid."
Jason raised his machete.
"You've got no style."
Jason swung his machete down and Freddy hopped aside before kicking Jason in the balls. Or at least where his balls should have been.
"Aww," Freddy mocked, "You've got no balls, do you porky?"
Jason swung his machete again and Freddy sidestepped before thrusting his glove at Jason's head. Right before the blades made contact with wrinkled flesh, Jason disappeared.
"Damn," Freddy said. He wasn't that frustrated though. He had other targets in mind. So, with his goals set, he walked off, back to Springwood.