Howdy everyone! Sorry its been a long time since I last posted, I haven't
been online for a long time and yeah... I'm just a lazy turd.
And a big thank you to everyone who reviewed! Especially Tuesday Mourning
who pointed out a mistake in my last chapter about the colour of Freddy's
eyes. I must admit I've never really focused on his eyes, and during the
writing of that chapter, I thought I'd check out the cover to my ANOES
video, and in the picture Freddy looked to have brownish eyes, I think its
just cuz I have some odd dodgy copy... I think the Freddy on it is the Freddy
from Wes Craven's New Nightmare... Meh, I dunno... the important thing is I
have the movie lol and yeah, the chapter has been fixed up (I hope!) and
once again thank you to Tuesday Mourning for the review as well as pointing
out my mistake, and thank you to all other reviewers too! I hope you find
this chapter at least partially entertaining!
"Batter up!" cried Chucky, pegging a medium sized rock randomly up into the air. "Where it will land, nobody knows!"
"Apparently I do." Came the deep dark voice of Pinhead. "And I don't like it."
"What's that 'spose to mean?" ask Chucky watching the rock slowly fall towards Pinhead's direction.
Before another word was spoken, a "clink!" noise could be heard. Everyone turned to Pinhead who stood looking rather unhappy. Apparently Pinhead's hypothesis was correct and the rock had hit him clearly on his head, the "clink" noise sounding after the rock got caught in between 4 of his pins and sat there looking rather stuck. Pinhead, however, stood there looking rather pissed.
Chucky laughed nervously at the glaring Cenobite. "It looks... good! Very, err, bondage!" Chucky proceeded to making whip cracking noises as well as making the hand gestures, but decided to stop when a rusted and bulky looking chain flew out in front of him barely missing his little nose.
"Woah, ok now! Let's not get too hostile! I'm a doll, you're a big guy!" Chucky laughed nervously again. "Big guy could smoosh little doll! So let's all be nice and comb each other's hair or something, okay? Friends?" Chucky smiled a frightened smile.
Pinhead growled, turning his head to look over at Michael who stood in the shadows taking in his surroundings.
"Perhaps if you and Mr Myers could swap voice boxes, doll, everything would be much improved." Stated Pinhead calmly, pulling the rock from his skull.
Chucky, now over Pinhead's scare tactics, waved his hand at him. "Pfft! You'll get over it."
Pinhead grunted. "Shave 'n' fun Ken."
"I heard that!" yelled Chucky, now taking seat on the ground and grabbing hand fulls of dirt and slowly pouring them over his pants legs, watching the dirt scatter down the sides back to the ground.
"Maybe you should be worrying more about that ape, Candyman, rather than "Barbie product" insults." Mumbled Chucky. Pinhead chose to ignore this comment, instead focusing on a black figure moving towards them at a slow rate.
"Candyman?" Asked Pinhead, staring at the hook wielder, blood evident on him.
"Seems we have a little problem." Was Candyman's only reply.
* * * * * * * * * *
The slight hum of the television danced upon Freddy's ears. The volume had been lowered, but still the muffled voices of the performers could still be heard. With the assistance of Loretta, Freddy had been seated on the couch, pillows placed gently around him for extra security for his wounds. Katherine took a seat next to her father with her arms on him, being extra gentle as to not squeeze him too tightly, while Loretta had gone to make coffee and a glass of chocolate milk. Loretta soon came out, handing 2 cups of coffee to Freddy and the glass of chocolate milk to Katherine. Loretta then took a seat on the other side of Freddy as he handed her one cup of coffee and took a sip of the other.
"Woah, feels like I haven't drunk coffee in ages!" Freddy thought to himself, blowing cold air onto his now burnt tongue. "Yet the burning sensation feels so familiar..."
"I thought that since there was no good movies on TV right now, maybe we could all just sit and talk." Said Loretta gently with a smile.
"Daddy, are you feeling bedder?" asked Katherine in that same child- like voice including the mispronunciations.
"Umm... a little." Said Freddy hesitantly. He felt a little lost in these surroundings, along with the fact that he had 2 females with their arms around him, he just felt misplaced.
There was a moment of silence that followed. Katherine continued to sip at her flavoured milk, whilst resting her head on her daddy's side. Loretta had closed her eyes, as if savoring the moment of being with her husband and daughter. Freddy just sat there, too afraid and uncomfortable to move. He nervously began singing a familiar tune in his head, humming to the parts he wasn't sure of. It was a counting game up to ten, going by 2's, though he didn't know what came in between. Instead, to him it sounded like...
One, Two
(hum)
Three, four
(hum) etc.
When he realised he was just repeating it over and over again, he decided to stop the stupid game and try and focus on something else, such as the slightly blurring image on the television set.
This sight began to make his eyes water, begging to be shut for the next couple of hours. He fought back at first, refusing to fall asleep, but the desire was too strong for him and he found himself in the land of slumber not too long after.
* * * * * * * * *
Drip, drip, drip, drip.
The constant drip of a leaky tap could be heard as Freddy wandered aimlessly down a dark hallway. His wounds appeared to be gone, and now Freddy was stuck with a blank mind instead of the constant thoughts of the pain.
"Great." He grumbled to himself. "I love to think."
He continued on his way down, letting out a sigh of boredom as he passed what seemed to be the same walls over and over again.
"Ooooh, scary!" said Freddy, waving his hands around in a mocking way.
He continued down the path, hoping for something to happen, almost wishing he was awake again and in the comfort of that Loretta person and her/their daughter. Freddy was almost starting to miss them as he made his way down, wishing and waiting for someone to come and make contact with him so he could stop himself from getting lost and confused in his own thoughts. Of all the dangerous places in the world, Freddy feared none except his mind. The mind was a powerful thing, it had the ability to choose the fate of its "victim", whether to make them sane, or to drive them down into the depths of insanity and tear away at them until death.
"The mind is such a terrible thing." Thought Freddy to himself with a slight chuckle.
"Such a terrible thing to waste." whispered a voice from behind.
Freddy spun around fast, hoping to see who the speaker was, but nothing except darkness was seen.
"Ahem..." said Freddy softly, turning around slowly and continuing his walk down, except this time it was much more slower and wary.
"To kill the mind of a child, is to waste the mind of a possible future genius." The voice called again. Freddy stopped in his tracks.
"Or a possible future failure." Freddy said softly, his eyes slowly drifting to the side in hopes of catching the speaker off guard.
"But who can tell when the child's life is ripped away from them at such a young age?" The voice retaliated, the person still unseen.
"Why do you ask me about this?" asked Freddy, spinning around and searching every nook and cranny for life. "What dealings do I have with children?"
A deep chuckle could be heard from somewhere around. Freddy decided to stand still, watching, waiting and keeping on guard for suspicious activity.
"You do not know now, what I know of you then." The voice replied, as a dark figure formed before Freddy's eyes. He couldn't make it out who exactly it was, instead waiting for the figure to reveal themselves completely.
"Though I assure you, dear Freddy, he who has lost all sense of mind and memory, I assure you there will be no more dealings between you and children, not since I am now here..."
Freddy cocked an eyebrow. "Wow, effective speech, pity I don't KNOW what you are talking about!" yelled Freddy, now feeling the hot burning breath of annoyance filtering through his veins. The same deep chuckle which Freddy heard early, once again came around and Freddy felt the pure hate rise up.
"One, two..." the voice replied. Confused, Freddy murmured something incoherent as he stepped backwards feeling a tingle of worry through his system.
"Teddy's coming for you!" the figure screamed, leaping at Freddy, knives drawn and about to slash. Freddy choked back his shock and quickly jumped out of the way of the razors as they sliced down. He took a quick glance at the smiling burnt mad man wearing the Christmas sweater.
"Better lock your door!" Teddy roared, as Freddy spun of his heels and made a dash backwards for dear life. He had no idea where he was running, the black seemed to swim into his eyes and block his vision. Everything seemed too silent for safety apart from his heavy breathing as he ran at full speed down the disorientating hall.
"Got your crucifix, huh?" asked Teddy with that same evil grin as he appeared in front of Freddy, causing him to skid to a halt and change direction.
"Next time you better stay up late, don't lose yourself in the dreams!" cackled Teddy obviously having the time of his life as he continued to appear in front of Freddy, his metal claws catching Freddy's eye and bringing up a new fear inside.
At this point in time, something else began to fight its way back up into the head of our beloved Freddy, a quick flash of what seemed to be a memory. He was standing, watching in the middle of the night, as a young girl stood in front of him, next to naked wearing nothing but a long button down shirt rolled up at the sleeves. She had short blonde hair around ear's length and a look of fear sketched onto her face.
The feeling of power and taking advantage of it overwhelmed Freddy, using his abilities to entertain himself by scaring others to death. He watched as he raised a hand, smirked at the young girl and with the other hand, began to hack off fingers and watch his blood squirt up in a fountain around the height of his face. This activity received a fearful scream as the girl dashed away into the dark, yet her escape was not something Freddy has planned. The grin he pulled right afterwards was definitely a memorable one, he felt like he had accomplished something very dear to him, yet after that last thought, Freddy appeared to return back to his present time. He looked down at his hands which both seemed to be relatively fine. The skin was healthy and all fingers were where they should have been. In an instant, he remembered his current threat, looking up just in time to receive 4 deep cuts to his cheek.
Freddy hissed, placing his hands to the wounds and feeling the warm trickle of blood dribble from in between his fingers. He looked up to see the content face of the mad man, staring at him as if greatly intrigued by his actions.
"What?" hissed Freddy.
The man grinned. "I always wondered what it would feel like to dig my very own blades into the face of THE Freddy Krueger." He laughed cockily. "Definitely the thrill I was after."
"How'd you know my name?" growled Freddy.
"That's not important." Stated the man known as Teddy. "What is important is that now I have the upper hand, and there is one name you as well as every other sucker in Springwood will fear until death do you part."
Freddy narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? And what name is that? "
The man grunted followed by a soft chuckle. "One, two, Teddy's coming for you..." he said in a barely audible whisper. "The only thing to fear is fear himself..."
And with that, Freddy felt himself jerk awake panting. He looked around to find himself back in the room he was in before, surrounded now by 2 sleeping forms.
Careful not to wake them up to allow him time to think without them constantly on his back, Freddy stood and walked shakily towards a door, the pain from his abdomen creeping back into his mind. Unsure if it was the place he was after, he peered his head into the room, and realising it was what he was after, Freddy stepped into the small bathroom, switched the light on, closed the door and stared dumbly into the mirror.
"What an odd thing to wake to..." Freddy whispered to himself, running 2 of his fingers down the 4 still bleeding cuts on his face. He ignored the sting and throb, now lost in his thoughts about the wound and the man behind it.
Who was this "Teddy" guy and why did he seem to know so much about him? And what was with the rhyme?
'The only thing to fear is fear himself..." whispered Freddy softly. "Where have I heard that before?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"So, you're trying to tell me there is some imposter Freddy Krueger runnin' round like he owns the joint?" asked Chucky, tears springing to his eyes. Candyman, now sick of the doll's joking, just sighed. Chucky, not wanting to waste a good laugh, took this as a yes and proceeded to laugh himself silly.
Pinhead rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Candyman. "Are you sure that is what happened?" he asked a now frustrated Candyman.
"YES! Of course it is, I said it was!" cried Candyman throwing his arms in the air.
"I understand." Said Pinhead flatly. "And I believe you."
Chucky, who had now gotten over this 'joke', turned to Pinhead. "So, what are we spose' to do? We don't even know where the REAL Freddy bastard is!"
"He definitely isn't down here." Said Candyman in deep thought. "I did some checking up before I came here, I didn't find any trace of him."
"I believe there is a chance he may have exited from our world completely." Pinhead spoke, also seeming to be in deep thought. "He may have been pulled out of a dream."
"But what kid in their right mind would WANT to pull Freddy out of a dream? Unless of course they think they can destroy him, but after so many times of him coming back, why would they bother? He hasn't been any major threat lately, just his usual rounds. You'd think after his fight with Jason, everyone would have given up hope." Pondered Candyman.
"Freddy has been too casual with his killings to be any major threat right now, no one has any chance to stop him."
"Perhaps it was he who forced a child to pull him out. The last I heard of Freddy, he was on his way to kill a 17 year old child, yet no proof of the boy's death has come through. Perhaps that is where our answer lies, in the outside world. He talked a deal with the child, the safety of his life for exit into the real world. That could be our answer." Replied Pinhead.
"We have to start a search party for him." Said Candyman quickly. "This 'Teddy' guy can not stay here any longer! And we need Freddy to keep everything in balance! We have to find him!"
Chucky cleared his throat loudly, in hopes of gaining some attention. "Ok, here's the problem Mr Man, firstly, you can't leave here unless some dumbass from the other world says your name 5 times into a mirror, and since the horror of you has died down away from these stupid disillusioned kids, that boots you out! Secondly, for me to get out, I need some poor bastard to perform a ritual now! And not just any old ritual cuz' I ain't any old doll here! And since Tiff still has the complete shits with me and my lack of child support, who else is going to do it? I'm fucked there!"
At this point Candyman released a loud groan. Chucky held up a finger.
"Hey! I'm not done yet buddy! Thirdly, Pinny over here can only be released if someone fiddles with his trinket box! And once again, due to the disillusioned children of our nation today, no one can be fucked to do it!"
"Puzzle box." Pinhead stated coldly, glaring at Chucky.
"Whatever!" cried Chucky shrugging it off. "As for Jason over here, I dunno', the guy is a dumb mute, what's he going to do? So put together, we are fucked, Freddy is fucked, the whole damn system is fucked!"
"Bravo!" clapped Candyman rolling his eyes. "Great speech, but how about we all ignore 'Cock-sucker' Ken and get to the real plan, hrmm?"
"I'll cock-sucker yo-..." started Chucky, deciding to keep his mouth shut.
Candyman looked at him foully. "For the love of all that is evil, let us pray not!"
Chucky proceeded to grumble to himself and sat down sulking.
"Anyway, before I was interrupted, let us just run through a little something here. Pinhead my good man, can you inform the viewers here of what the date is?" Candyman asked proudly, gesturing his hand to Chucky.
"October." Stated Pinhead. "31st."
Candyman smiled a mocking smile to Chucky.
"So?" asked Chucky rolling his eyes still sulking.
Candyman smiled. "It's the time of ghosts, ghouls and goblins! When the spirits of the night rise from their graves and walk the land of the living, mouths open, savoring what little taste they get of life before the sun appears once more and drains them of their energy, leaving them to lay for another year, waiting, beckoning for life as they spend eternity to rest underground."
Chucky raised an eyebrow, still not amused.
"This is the night for horror to release itself! This is the night that brings death to others! This is the night of Michael Myers!" cried Candyman, a jolt of electricity springing into the background just to allow him the effect of a mad scientist.
Suddenly, a noise from behind brought the 3 of them back to reality, turning around fast to see the place originally occupied by Mr Myers himself, now empty.
"And so forth he comes, death himself!" Candyman smiled.
"You do realize that just like Jason, HE IS A MUTE!" roared Chucky, now getting annoyed.
"Michael knows what he is doing." Came the calm, yet eerie voice of Pinhead. "But I think more than just Michael alone will be needed. I remember after the incident between Jason and Freddy-..."
Chucky cut him off. "You mean when that burnt bastard got his head cut off?"
Pinhead sighed, annoyed that his disturbing and dark mood had now been tampered with. "Yes doll, when he had his head cut off! Jason was nice enough to take the long trip to see a friend of mine who is mastered in the art of body sewing."
Chucky whined, scrunching up his nose. "Eeew... sicko, gross!"
"Not at all, in fact I think he is best around. His original place of residence was a hole of a house in Texas, but decided to explore elsewhere. He is the one who fixed Freddy up, perhaps this is the right moment to ask him of yet another favour."
"To search for dipshit... errr, I mean Freddy?" asked Chucky.
"Indeed, I'm sure Leatherface is more than willing to take up the hunt." Pinhead smiled.
"Good." Said Candyman, once again in deep thought. "I have a plan already worked out. And it will get us all out too. Once we find Freddy, we'll deal with the imposter. But I have a feeling we aren't the only ones searching for Freddy. The imposter has a motive, I think we need to figure it out before we lose Freddy altogether."
"Batter up!" cried Chucky, pegging a medium sized rock randomly up into the air. "Where it will land, nobody knows!"
"Apparently I do." Came the deep dark voice of Pinhead. "And I don't like it."
"What's that 'spose to mean?" ask Chucky watching the rock slowly fall towards Pinhead's direction.
Before another word was spoken, a "clink!" noise could be heard. Everyone turned to Pinhead who stood looking rather unhappy. Apparently Pinhead's hypothesis was correct and the rock had hit him clearly on his head, the "clink" noise sounding after the rock got caught in between 4 of his pins and sat there looking rather stuck. Pinhead, however, stood there looking rather pissed.
Chucky laughed nervously at the glaring Cenobite. "It looks... good! Very, err, bondage!" Chucky proceeded to making whip cracking noises as well as making the hand gestures, but decided to stop when a rusted and bulky looking chain flew out in front of him barely missing his little nose.
"Woah, ok now! Let's not get too hostile! I'm a doll, you're a big guy!" Chucky laughed nervously again. "Big guy could smoosh little doll! So let's all be nice and comb each other's hair or something, okay? Friends?" Chucky smiled a frightened smile.
Pinhead growled, turning his head to look over at Michael who stood in the shadows taking in his surroundings.
"Perhaps if you and Mr Myers could swap voice boxes, doll, everything would be much improved." Stated Pinhead calmly, pulling the rock from his skull.
Chucky, now over Pinhead's scare tactics, waved his hand at him. "Pfft! You'll get over it."
Pinhead grunted. "Shave 'n' fun Ken."
"I heard that!" yelled Chucky, now taking seat on the ground and grabbing hand fulls of dirt and slowly pouring them over his pants legs, watching the dirt scatter down the sides back to the ground.
"Maybe you should be worrying more about that ape, Candyman, rather than "Barbie product" insults." Mumbled Chucky. Pinhead chose to ignore this comment, instead focusing on a black figure moving towards them at a slow rate.
"Candyman?" Asked Pinhead, staring at the hook wielder, blood evident on him.
"Seems we have a little problem." Was Candyman's only reply.
* * * * * * * * * *
The slight hum of the television danced upon Freddy's ears. The volume had been lowered, but still the muffled voices of the performers could still be heard. With the assistance of Loretta, Freddy had been seated on the couch, pillows placed gently around him for extra security for his wounds. Katherine took a seat next to her father with her arms on him, being extra gentle as to not squeeze him too tightly, while Loretta had gone to make coffee and a glass of chocolate milk. Loretta soon came out, handing 2 cups of coffee to Freddy and the glass of chocolate milk to Katherine. Loretta then took a seat on the other side of Freddy as he handed her one cup of coffee and took a sip of the other.
"Woah, feels like I haven't drunk coffee in ages!" Freddy thought to himself, blowing cold air onto his now burnt tongue. "Yet the burning sensation feels so familiar..."
"I thought that since there was no good movies on TV right now, maybe we could all just sit and talk." Said Loretta gently with a smile.
"Daddy, are you feeling bedder?" asked Katherine in that same child- like voice including the mispronunciations.
"Umm... a little." Said Freddy hesitantly. He felt a little lost in these surroundings, along with the fact that he had 2 females with their arms around him, he just felt misplaced.
There was a moment of silence that followed. Katherine continued to sip at her flavoured milk, whilst resting her head on her daddy's side. Loretta had closed her eyes, as if savoring the moment of being with her husband and daughter. Freddy just sat there, too afraid and uncomfortable to move. He nervously began singing a familiar tune in his head, humming to the parts he wasn't sure of. It was a counting game up to ten, going by 2's, though he didn't know what came in between. Instead, to him it sounded like...
One, Two
(hum)
Three, four
(hum) etc.
When he realised he was just repeating it over and over again, he decided to stop the stupid game and try and focus on something else, such as the slightly blurring image on the television set.
This sight began to make his eyes water, begging to be shut for the next couple of hours. He fought back at first, refusing to fall asleep, but the desire was too strong for him and he found himself in the land of slumber not too long after.
* * * * * * * * *
Drip, drip, drip, drip.
The constant drip of a leaky tap could be heard as Freddy wandered aimlessly down a dark hallway. His wounds appeared to be gone, and now Freddy was stuck with a blank mind instead of the constant thoughts of the pain.
"Great." He grumbled to himself. "I love to think."
He continued on his way down, letting out a sigh of boredom as he passed what seemed to be the same walls over and over again.
"Ooooh, scary!" said Freddy, waving his hands around in a mocking way.
He continued down the path, hoping for something to happen, almost wishing he was awake again and in the comfort of that Loretta person and her/their daughter. Freddy was almost starting to miss them as he made his way down, wishing and waiting for someone to come and make contact with him so he could stop himself from getting lost and confused in his own thoughts. Of all the dangerous places in the world, Freddy feared none except his mind. The mind was a powerful thing, it had the ability to choose the fate of its "victim", whether to make them sane, or to drive them down into the depths of insanity and tear away at them until death.
"The mind is such a terrible thing." Thought Freddy to himself with a slight chuckle.
"Such a terrible thing to waste." whispered a voice from behind.
Freddy spun around fast, hoping to see who the speaker was, but nothing except darkness was seen.
"Ahem..." said Freddy softly, turning around slowly and continuing his walk down, except this time it was much more slower and wary.
"To kill the mind of a child, is to waste the mind of a possible future genius." The voice called again. Freddy stopped in his tracks.
"Or a possible future failure." Freddy said softly, his eyes slowly drifting to the side in hopes of catching the speaker off guard.
"But who can tell when the child's life is ripped away from them at such a young age?" The voice retaliated, the person still unseen.
"Why do you ask me about this?" asked Freddy, spinning around and searching every nook and cranny for life. "What dealings do I have with children?"
A deep chuckle could be heard from somewhere around. Freddy decided to stand still, watching, waiting and keeping on guard for suspicious activity.
"You do not know now, what I know of you then." The voice replied, as a dark figure formed before Freddy's eyes. He couldn't make it out who exactly it was, instead waiting for the figure to reveal themselves completely.
"Though I assure you, dear Freddy, he who has lost all sense of mind and memory, I assure you there will be no more dealings between you and children, not since I am now here..."
Freddy cocked an eyebrow. "Wow, effective speech, pity I don't KNOW what you are talking about!" yelled Freddy, now feeling the hot burning breath of annoyance filtering through his veins. The same deep chuckle which Freddy heard early, once again came around and Freddy felt the pure hate rise up.
"One, two..." the voice replied. Confused, Freddy murmured something incoherent as he stepped backwards feeling a tingle of worry through his system.
"Teddy's coming for you!" the figure screamed, leaping at Freddy, knives drawn and about to slash. Freddy choked back his shock and quickly jumped out of the way of the razors as they sliced down. He took a quick glance at the smiling burnt mad man wearing the Christmas sweater.
"Better lock your door!" Teddy roared, as Freddy spun of his heels and made a dash backwards for dear life. He had no idea where he was running, the black seemed to swim into his eyes and block his vision. Everything seemed too silent for safety apart from his heavy breathing as he ran at full speed down the disorientating hall.
"Got your crucifix, huh?" asked Teddy with that same evil grin as he appeared in front of Freddy, causing him to skid to a halt and change direction.
"Next time you better stay up late, don't lose yourself in the dreams!" cackled Teddy obviously having the time of his life as he continued to appear in front of Freddy, his metal claws catching Freddy's eye and bringing up a new fear inside.
At this point in time, something else began to fight its way back up into the head of our beloved Freddy, a quick flash of what seemed to be a memory. He was standing, watching in the middle of the night, as a young girl stood in front of him, next to naked wearing nothing but a long button down shirt rolled up at the sleeves. She had short blonde hair around ear's length and a look of fear sketched onto her face.
The feeling of power and taking advantage of it overwhelmed Freddy, using his abilities to entertain himself by scaring others to death. He watched as he raised a hand, smirked at the young girl and with the other hand, began to hack off fingers and watch his blood squirt up in a fountain around the height of his face. This activity received a fearful scream as the girl dashed away into the dark, yet her escape was not something Freddy has planned. The grin he pulled right afterwards was definitely a memorable one, he felt like he had accomplished something very dear to him, yet after that last thought, Freddy appeared to return back to his present time. He looked down at his hands which both seemed to be relatively fine. The skin was healthy and all fingers were where they should have been. In an instant, he remembered his current threat, looking up just in time to receive 4 deep cuts to his cheek.
Freddy hissed, placing his hands to the wounds and feeling the warm trickle of blood dribble from in between his fingers. He looked up to see the content face of the mad man, staring at him as if greatly intrigued by his actions.
"What?" hissed Freddy.
The man grinned. "I always wondered what it would feel like to dig my very own blades into the face of THE Freddy Krueger." He laughed cockily. "Definitely the thrill I was after."
"How'd you know my name?" growled Freddy.
"That's not important." Stated the man known as Teddy. "What is important is that now I have the upper hand, and there is one name you as well as every other sucker in Springwood will fear until death do you part."
Freddy narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? And what name is that? "
The man grunted followed by a soft chuckle. "One, two, Teddy's coming for you..." he said in a barely audible whisper. "The only thing to fear is fear himself..."
And with that, Freddy felt himself jerk awake panting. He looked around to find himself back in the room he was in before, surrounded now by 2 sleeping forms.
Careful not to wake them up to allow him time to think without them constantly on his back, Freddy stood and walked shakily towards a door, the pain from his abdomen creeping back into his mind. Unsure if it was the place he was after, he peered his head into the room, and realising it was what he was after, Freddy stepped into the small bathroom, switched the light on, closed the door and stared dumbly into the mirror.
"What an odd thing to wake to..." Freddy whispered to himself, running 2 of his fingers down the 4 still bleeding cuts on his face. He ignored the sting and throb, now lost in his thoughts about the wound and the man behind it.
Who was this "Teddy" guy and why did he seem to know so much about him? And what was with the rhyme?
'The only thing to fear is fear himself..." whispered Freddy softly. "Where have I heard that before?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"So, you're trying to tell me there is some imposter Freddy Krueger runnin' round like he owns the joint?" asked Chucky, tears springing to his eyes. Candyman, now sick of the doll's joking, just sighed. Chucky, not wanting to waste a good laugh, took this as a yes and proceeded to laugh himself silly.
Pinhead rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Candyman. "Are you sure that is what happened?" he asked a now frustrated Candyman.
"YES! Of course it is, I said it was!" cried Candyman throwing his arms in the air.
"I understand." Said Pinhead flatly. "And I believe you."
Chucky, who had now gotten over this 'joke', turned to Pinhead. "So, what are we spose' to do? We don't even know where the REAL Freddy bastard is!"
"He definitely isn't down here." Said Candyman in deep thought. "I did some checking up before I came here, I didn't find any trace of him."
"I believe there is a chance he may have exited from our world completely." Pinhead spoke, also seeming to be in deep thought. "He may have been pulled out of a dream."
"But what kid in their right mind would WANT to pull Freddy out of a dream? Unless of course they think they can destroy him, but after so many times of him coming back, why would they bother? He hasn't been any major threat lately, just his usual rounds. You'd think after his fight with Jason, everyone would have given up hope." Pondered Candyman.
"Freddy has been too casual with his killings to be any major threat right now, no one has any chance to stop him."
"Perhaps it was he who forced a child to pull him out. The last I heard of Freddy, he was on his way to kill a 17 year old child, yet no proof of the boy's death has come through. Perhaps that is where our answer lies, in the outside world. He talked a deal with the child, the safety of his life for exit into the real world. That could be our answer." Replied Pinhead.
"We have to start a search party for him." Said Candyman quickly. "This 'Teddy' guy can not stay here any longer! And we need Freddy to keep everything in balance! We have to find him!"
Chucky cleared his throat loudly, in hopes of gaining some attention. "Ok, here's the problem Mr Man, firstly, you can't leave here unless some dumbass from the other world says your name 5 times into a mirror, and since the horror of you has died down away from these stupid disillusioned kids, that boots you out! Secondly, for me to get out, I need some poor bastard to perform a ritual now! And not just any old ritual cuz' I ain't any old doll here! And since Tiff still has the complete shits with me and my lack of child support, who else is going to do it? I'm fucked there!"
At this point Candyman released a loud groan. Chucky held up a finger.
"Hey! I'm not done yet buddy! Thirdly, Pinny over here can only be released if someone fiddles with his trinket box! And once again, due to the disillusioned children of our nation today, no one can be fucked to do it!"
"Puzzle box." Pinhead stated coldly, glaring at Chucky.
"Whatever!" cried Chucky shrugging it off. "As for Jason over here, I dunno', the guy is a dumb mute, what's he going to do? So put together, we are fucked, Freddy is fucked, the whole damn system is fucked!"
"Bravo!" clapped Candyman rolling his eyes. "Great speech, but how about we all ignore 'Cock-sucker' Ken and get to the real plan, hrmm?"
"I'll cock-sucker yo-..." started Chucky, deciding to keep his mouth shut.
Candyman looked at him foully. "For the love of all that is evil, let us pray not!"
Chucky proceeded to grumble to himself and sat down sulking.
"Anyway, before I was interrupted, let us just run through a little something here. Pinhead my good man, can you inform the viewers here of what the date is?" Candyman asked proudly, gesturing his hand to Chucky.
"October." Stated Pinhead. "31st."
Candyman smiled a mocking smile to Chucky.
"So?" asked Chucky rolling his eyes still sulking.
Candyman smiled. "It's the time of ghosts, ghouls and goblins! When the spirits of the night rise from their graves and walk the land of the living, mouths open, savoring what little taste they get of life before the sun appears once more and drains them of their energy, leaving them to lay for another year, waiting, beckoning for life as they spend eternity to rest underground."
Chucky raised an eyebrow, still not amused.
"This is the night for horror to release itself! This is the night that brings death to others! This is the night of Michael Myers!" cried Candyman, a jolt of electricity springing into the background just to allow him the effect of a mad scientist.
Suddenly, a noise from behind brought the 3 of them back to reality, turning around fast to see the place originally occupied by Mr Myers himself, now empty.
"And so forth he comes, death himself!" Candyman smiled.
"You do realize that just like Jason, HE IS A MUTE!" roared Chucky, now getting annoyed.
"Michael knows what he is doing." Came the calm, yet eerie voice of Pinhead. "But I think more than just Michael alone will be needed. I remember after the incident between Jason and Freddy-..."
Chucky cut him off. "You mean when that burnt bastard got his head cut off?"
Pinhead sighed, annoyed that his disturbing and dark mood had now been tampered with. "Yes doll, when he had his head cut off! Jason was nice enough to take the long trip to see a friend of mine who is mastered in the art of body sewing."
Chucky whined, scrunching up his nose. "Eeew... sicko, gross!"
"Not at all, in fact I think he is best around. His original place of residence was a hole of a house in Texas, but decided to explore elsewhere. He is the one who fixed Freddy up, perhaps this is the right moment to ask him of yet another favour."
"To search for dipshit... errr, I mean Freddy?" asked Chucky.
"Indeed, I'm sure Leatherface is more than willing to take up the hunt." Pinhead smiled.
"Good." Said Candyman, once again in deep thought. "I have a plan already worked out. And it will get us all out too. Once we find Freddy, we'll deal with the imposter. But I have a feeling we aren't the only ones searching for Freddy. The imposter has a motive, I think we need to figure it out before we lose Freddy altogether."