I feel…inspired. Time for another chapter! Thanks once again to all you reviewers! I feel so loved!
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own "A Nightmare on Elmstreet" I also don't own the 1960s, and anything that happened during that time era. And Free Bird, well, Free Bird just is. He can't be owned. Ok I'm done. You lawyers can go home now.
As you can see from the title below, Freddy is going to have a little run in with our friend, the weed. Sorry, I just HAD to have a chapter with a stoned Freddy. I just had to. Don't ask me why, I just thought it'd be funny. But then again, my sense of humor is kinda…off. Anyway, this is a "going back in time" type of story, which you don't really see much of in this section. But it is widely popular in places such as "PotC" (I'm too lazy to type out the whole title ^_~)
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Freddy vs. Fanfiction
You Need More Wee-Peace in Your Life!
Freddy thanked God he was back in his own home again-he was that relieved. Deciding he had had enough for one night, Freddy attempted to turn off his computer (Which is what he should've done in the first place, but hey. He has had some what of a rough night so far.)
I say attempted, because, as you all know, Freddy's computer has a life of its own.
Hahaha! Pathetic…uh demon. Freddy groaned inwardly. Just great. Now he was hearing voices. I am not a voice, I am your computer! Maeve cried indignantly. Freddy just stared at the monitor, which he had manually turned off himself, start to glow all these funky colors. "What the f*&% now?" He yelled to no one in particular. Wait, and you shall see…
"And just what the hell is that supposed to mean, bitch?" He snarled, in frustration, and anger. So you finally figured out I was female, huh? Good job! Point for Kruger, bing! "Damn you!" Freddy continued on. But before his "computer" could speak again, Freddy once again found himself amid swirling colors, and black unconsciousness.
~*~*~Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was…the 60s~*~*~
What the? Freddy woke in a strange field of some sort, among thousands upon thousands of people dressed in strange clothes. But not as strange as the ones from those other places, Tortuga and Port Royal. "I'll kill that good for nothing bitch the next time I *see* her." He muttered under his breath, completely unaware of the approaching man behind him. "Whoa! What's with the funky clothing dude?" He spoke up, causing Freddy to jump. "JESUS CHRIST!" He screamed, turning around, his blades ready to slice n' dice.
"Chill man! I was just saying, your clothes are a little funky is all. But it's cool. You got your own vibes going on. No need for the yelling." He said matter-of-factly. While he was doing so, Freddy observed the man. He noticed the guy's hair was down to his freaking knees, and he was dressed mostly in tie dye. "Holy fuck." Freddy paled as he realized where exactly he was. "No friggin' way." He knew now, that he was in…the 60s. *da da duh*
"Peace Man!" The guy gave the peace sign as he left. Freddy gave another sort of signal. "Dammit." Freddy was pissed. He had NEVER wanted to go back to this decade. It was full of hippies and feminists. It was too…happy. "Groovy hands dude!" Another one of them called out. "Jack off!" Freddy shouted back. This earned him strange looks as he walked by.
"Why are you so angry?" A young man, by the looks of it, in his twenties, with long brown hair asked as he approached, as if he generally cared about Freddy. That itself was a disturbing thought. "Come on, you need some more wee-peace in your life." The guy guided Freddy over to a giant bonfire type of gathering. Freddy sniffed. The air smelled funny…
~*~*~God knows how long later~*~*~*
"Yeah, and then, the voice was telling me that she was my computer!" Freddy had inhaled about…I've lost count… of weed. He was now docile, and in sort of drunken stupor. For Freddy Kruger, it was the equivalent of an identity change. "And I was like, whoa man!" He was laughing with a group of hippies, which included the one who had brought him over. He remembered nothing of his killing days, and was starting to say 'groovy' and 'peace' more frequently. (I know I'm disturbed. O.o)
As he was walking, he slammed into a wall of some sort, which turned out to be a tree. "This is Merry, right?" He asked his companion. "No, no." The guy, who called himself Free Bird, corrected him. "That's Merry over there." He pointed to a slightly smaller Pine next to the tree Freddy had thought was Merry. "This," concluded Free Bird "is Joe." "What's going on Joe?" Freddy greeted the inanimate object. "Groovy! I LOVE the Grateful Dead too!" "Whoa man." It was clear that Freddy was very involved in the conversation. It was also very clear he was stoned beyond reason. "Yeah, cheese is pretty physcadellic."
~*~*~*Maeve's POV~*~*~*
She knew he was going to regret getting high. Hell, he was going to be PISSED at her for sending him back to "the good old days". But as long as he was suffering, she could really care less. Besides, seeing him on acid was almost as good as seeing him drunk. She *smiled* as a new plot began to turn the wheels in her head.
~*~*~*The Next Day~*~*~*~
Freddy awoke the next morning (in fanfiction of course) with his arm slung around a tree. The first thing that came to mind was: Why are all the pretty colors gone? The second was as to why it was so empty. And then he remembered. "F^%$&*^$$%^&*…" The slew of curses he used were endless, some of which were very uncommon. He grumbled and he complained; mostly because he was angry at the fact that he was longing to be back in the land of yin yangs and groovy colors.
In anger, he sulked off stomping hard against the ground as he went along, looking much like a three-year old denied of a sugared treat. He did not take the time to look around as to what direction and where he was traveling. Had he done so, he would've gone back from where he came. Not paying attention, he bumped into a woman just in front of him. "Out of my way bitch." He shoved her carelessly with his clawed hand.
This was a mistake. "Don't you call me a bitch, you sexist pig!" She had turned around, and it was clear she was pissed. It was also clear to Freddy that she was a feminist. Proof of that was the sign she was holding, indicating she was a member of NOW. Oh Shit. Freddy thought, knowing he was in deep crap. Well, NOT all aspects of feminism are bad. He smirked at the thought of burning lingerie. " I WAS TALKING TO YOU!" SMACK! Freddy's head turned with the force of the women's hand against his burnt flesh.
"Just because I am a woman," She told him in a dignified tone, "doesn't mean that I am below a man." "Look lady," Freddy growled, raising his blades. "I really don't have time for your feminism bullshit. So I'll-" He was grabbed by the women, and to his horror he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
~*~*~*Maeve~*~*~*
*Watching* on with enjoyment, she snickered as Freddy was taken hostage by a group of feminists, her kind of people. Ahh yes. He would get his just desserts fir what he had done.
~*~*~*Freddy~*~*~*
He was completely humiliated. Two of the friends of that bitch he had run into earlier were holding him by the arm and dragging him down the street. While he was wearing a bra. "How do you like it huh? Do you think bras are sexy NOW?" That same woman began to taunt him ruthlessly as he was further punished. He hoped to Satan that NO ONE on Elmstreet would EVER find out about this. Hell, he even hoped to GOD that no one would see the ultimate dream demon Freddy Kruger in a frilly, hot pink bra.
Author's Note: The end! Ha ha! I got such a huge kick out of writing this chapter. First, sorry for all the stereotype hippie stuff. I don't mean to offend anyone by writing this. Same goes for the feminists. I got the idea for parading Freddy in a bra from my self. Hey, it's what I would've done if I were a feminist!
Anyway, the next two or three chapters are going to be like this one-only this time, Freddy is going to visit the 70s, 80s, and possibly the 90s. Why I'm doing this, I don't know. All I know is, I have some neat ideas I want to try out. Other than that, see you all next chapter!
