Author's note: I decided to split this chapter. The first part contains two new emails straight from our favorite dream demon's email-inbox. The second part is the sequel of Sarah's "adventures" she's encountering as Freddy's computer support administrator. A special thanks goes to KrazyKatKrueger for her support and for all the hours of funny chatting! I hope you like the surprise! And, as promised, another special thanks to seaweedprincess/Tuesday Mourning for her suggestions of Freddy's personal computer stuff.


From: psych.helpdeskspringwood-high.org

To: fred.kruegerhell.com

Subject: You need help

Dear Mr. Krueger (or whatever your real name is),

It has come to the attention of our schools psychological advisor council that you have been sending emails to several of our students. The abusive language you're using in your emails and the fact that you are pretending to be an abominable and also dead criminal gives me great cause for concern.

From my professional experience I assume that your aggressive and hostile attitude stems from an unsolved Oedipus complex back in your childhood. According to the great psychoanalyst Freud the aggression against others often originates from a projection of auto-aggression towards other people, mainly due to a low self-esteem and the inability to identify with the father figure, which leads to a regression on the oral-sadistic development stage.

Your sexual offending wording is also a sign of a deep neurotic conflict, and the disguise as a previous terrific murderer can only be understood as a profound identity problem. All this leads me to the conclusion that you're probably suffering from an early development personality disorder, which in my opinion badly needs a psychoanalytic therapy treatment.

I highly recommend that you contact a psychiatrist or at least your family doctor. I also have to alert you that any further email to our students containing inappropriate language like insults, threats and sexual harassments will not be tolerated by the school board and therefore consecutively prosecuted.

Sincerely,

Agatha McFinney, Psychiatrist M.D.

(Psychological advisor of Springwood High)


From: fred.kruegerhell.com

To: psych.helpdeskspringwood-high.org

Subject: Re: You need help

Who asked you for your opinion, bitch? The last thing in hell I need is another shrink who thinks she knows me! You don't know any fucking thing about me! I am Freddy Krueger, and I don't give a fuck if you believe me or not who I am! All your psycho-babbling is nothing but bullshit. There have been other damned know-it-alls before trying to analyze and therapy me, but they all fucked it up 'cause I was stronger. They thought they had worn me down, turned me into a miserable wimp, but I mucked them all around! I am forever Freddy Krueger, bastard of a hundred maniacs and famous serial killer of this damn town!!!

So save me your blather and your ridiculous threats, you stupid jerk, for there is no fucking way in hell that you can stop me! Neither from responding to every nagging piggy who dares to write me, nor from killing those brats in their next dreams!

Now shut up and fuck off!

The one and only Freddy Krueger!

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From: superschizogirlyahoo.co.uk

To: fred.kruegerhell.com

Subject: Hi!

Dear Freddy.

My name is Polly and I'm a 21 year old irish girl. I'm writing to you because I'm such a big fan of you. Don't get me wrong, I don't agree with what you are doing to the innocent children of Springwood, but besides I think you're the greatest undead serial killer in hell. Nobody kills so gory like you, and your razor glove is the most awesome weapon I've ever seen. Jason V., Chucky, Michael M. and all the other maniac killers are completely lamers compared to you!

I've collected every article about you and every picture of you I could get, and I even wrote a bunch of fanfics about you on www.fanfiction.net. I know you're probably giving a shit about me, that's okay, but nevertheless I want to ask you a favor:

I've attached one of my favorite pictures of you to this email. Could you pleeeaase sign it for me? I would be thankful forever if I could get an autograph from you!

Thanks in advance!

Polly

P.S.: My postal address is Paula Sapphire, 26 Gorse Road, Twocreek, BT11 0DR Belfast, Northern Ireland.
(Author's note: you don't expect this to be a real address, do you? Well, of course it's not!)

Attachment: kruegerpic.jpg


From: fred.kruegerhell.com

To: superschizogirlyahoo.co.uk

Subject: Re: Hi

Great, another bitch who thinks I'm nothing more than a damn celebrity! You're right, I'm giving a fuck about you, and no, I will certainly not sign any stupid autograph! If you were an Elm Street child I'd pay you a little visit, slice you up and write my name with your blood on the wall. That would be the only autograph I'd give to anyone who is so daft to ask me.

Go and choose another prick to pester, nag, and tell all your silly friends that they can stick their yucky fan-stuff right up into their fat asses!

Freddy K.

P.S.: Ok, the only thing you're right is that I AM way much better than JV, MM and all the other half-assed pricks! I am eternal!

Dream world

"What the heck is that?" said Sarah in noticeably rebuking tone and pointed to the new blinking advertisement taskbar on Freddy's computer screen, "You've been online again, haven't you?"

It was the next night – the next dream respectively – and Sarah had just begun to continue with her work on Freddy's computer. Freddy Krueger, infamous nightmare slasher and dream demon in person, was sitting right next to her, watching closely every step she did. Now he crossed his arms and gave her a defiant look.

"So what? You didn't say I mustn't do that!" he snarled.

Sarah screwed her eyes and sighed.

"I didn't know that I have to! But apparently I was too blue eyed to assume that you'd be careful enough not to infect your system again with some new crap while I'm trying to fix that infernal machine."

"Be careful what you're saying, bitch! You'd better not tick me off!"

Freddy fanned out his razor glove in a menacing gesture, much to Sarah's disfavor. But she resisted the urge to shift aside on her chair, for she didn't want to give Freddy the satisfaction of seeing her wince. Thus, instead of backing away from the sharp blades she crossed her arms the same way he did before and snapped back:

"Great, you of all people say that! All the emails and dreams, and you're still calling me names! Do you even know my real name, uh?"

"Do you really think I'd care about your name? Usually I kill brats like you at once, so why should I waste my time memorizing their names?"

"Because… because…" started Sarah heatedly, not knowing how to continue, but then she suddenly stroke on an idea: "Because you are proud of it! You know what? I believe you know indeed the names of all your victims, even of the very first one, just because you are so proud of every single disgusting kill!"

Freddy gave her a fiery look, twitching his blades fidgety so that they made tiny clicking noises, before he finally grinned wickedly.

"Yeah… Her name was Alice! She was such a pretty six year old little girl. Well, of course before I've been done with her."

He closed his eyes for a moment in the thrilling and satisfying memory of the day that started his career as a dreaded child serial killer. Sarah watched him in a morbid fascination. She had never seen anyone before who showed so clearly his sadistic pleasure about the pain or death of others. The idea that he got excited, perhaps even sexually aroused, by torturing and murdering little children was beyond her understanding and made her sick.

"Could we please change the topic and focus on your computer again?" she suggested slightly annoyed.

"Aw! C'mon, don't you wanna know what I did to sweet Alice? How I turned her soft and clean body into a bloody chunk of meat?" Freddy replied, grinning even more twisted as Sarah shook her head quickly in disgust.

"No thanks, spare me the details or you have to fix your computer on your own cause I'm gonna puke all over the floor."

Freddy shrugged his shoulders unheedingly. "Prude bitch!" he hissed provoking.

"Sick Pervert!" Sarah retorted just as cheeky.

Scowling at one another each of them waited for the other to continue the insults, but as the silence grew longer and longer they both slowly started to grin, knowing that this time they were just teasing each other. At last Sarah broke the silence and said:

"Okay, since we don't have endless time tonight I really suggest that we go on with your computer now."

She opened her blue Eastpak backpack, which was standing beside her chair, and began to ransack it. Commemorating her previous experiences with Freddy's computer she had brought almost a dozen computer discs containing any useful program she might need into her dream. In addition she had taken some operation system starting floppy discs, an external CD-burner together with a couple of blank CD's and some user manuals with her. Now she brushed aside some of the garbage that was still spread over the filthy desk and placed a couple of her discs on the table. After inserting the topmost disc into the cd-rom drive she typed some quick commands on the keyboard.

"And what exactly are you doing now?" Freddy asked curiously after he had watched her for some time. Sarah pointed to a program on the screen, which showed detailed information of the computer's hardware, and explained:

"Well, I'm running a short hard disc analysis as I want to see how I best make a fresh install after formatting the disc."

"Formatting?"

"Deleting everything that is on it. Remember, I said I would have to do a clean install, and that means I have to erase the whole old system."

"But that would delete all my por… eh… personal stuff, wouldn't it?" asked Freddy back.

"Yes, it would. That's the reason why I asked you the last night if you have already done a backup of your personal files…" nodded Sarah, but when she saw Freddy's bewildered look she added sighing: "… and what you, of course, still haven't done, right?"

Impassively Freddy shook his head.

"Remember? I'm the serial murderer, you're the computer geek! Doing this kind of stuff is your part of the deal we made. Mine was just to let you live for the moment – though I still can't believe that I actually agreed to this fateful deal."

"Trust me, there are moments when I can't believe it either. However, since you haven't done the backup yet then we have to do it now. And this means we will go through every folder and every program of your computer, search for any saved data and decide what to backup and what do delete. So, let's start with the 'my documents folder'."

Smirking somewhat smugly Sarah unhesitantly opened the respective folder on Freddy's computer, whereas Freddy let out a loud, unwilling groan and rested his head in his left hand while tapping visibly annoyed with the other, bladed hand on the table. It seemed as if this was going to be a very long and boring night!


Dream world, about an hour later

"Freddy, don't! Please!"

Rather stressed snatched Sarah her Microsoft windows user manual away from Freddy, who was just going to shred it to pieces with his razor glove, and put it back into her backpack. Working on the backup was hard enough – due to Freddy's non existent data organization it was a very extensive task – but working together with a bored Freddy was even harder. In the last hour he had almost constantly teased her, insulted her with swear-words she didn't even know they existed, pricked her with the tip of his blades in her side and on her already hurt shoulder and 'entertained' her with a colorful description of what he would like to do to her if he hadn't promised to let her live for now.

But Freddy's personal stuff itself took the biscuit at last, as it consisted almost solely of things for which Sarah was not only too young but also too sane: a huge collection of pornographic S/M- and bondage pictures, a not much smaller picture collection of dreadful mutilated and dead children and adults, a bunch of heavy metal mp3 music files, and some strange word documents whose titles suggested that they contained information about Freddy's previous victims. Apart from this nasty stuff were some extreme violent games installed on the computer, one a known ego-shooter called 'Counter Strike – Serial Killer Mod', the other, 'Humiliation: Massacre II', was unknown to Sarah. Both games were obviously pirate copies, and it took Sarah about fifteen minutes to convince Freddy that she wasn't able to make backups from the installed games and that he had to reinstall them after the fresh windows installation, provided that he would get the game installation discs again from somebody.

While Sarah was still scanning the hard disc for more files to backup Freddy idly stared into space for some time. Deprived of something he could destroy, but still feeling bored out of his mind he sought for something else to play with, finally turning again toward Sarah. Placing his gloved right hand seemingly casual on his left knee he slowly came up with the sharp blades to Sarah's right leg, peeking secretly if she had already noticed his movements. Only inches separated the dangerous knifes from Sarah's leg, and the expectation of drawing some blood made him take a deep breath, when suddenly, without even turning around, Sarah said warningly:

"Don't even think about it! I'm watching you closely, so take your glove-thingy away from my leg!"

"Fuck!" hissed Freddy disappointed and put his hand back again, starting almost immediately to saw with his index blade into the wooden table desk. It was quite evident that he was so bored that it was just a matter of minutes before he would try again to hurt her. Sighing loud Sarah finally interrupted her work and said:

"Listen, Freddy! Why don't you go somewhere else? Go into the dream of someone else, kill someone, whatever, but leave me alone so that I can finish this!"

The mention of killing someone conjured up an eager glow into Freddy's eyes, and a vicious smile slowly played about his burned lips.

"Yeah, you're right. A nice, bloody kill is just what I need now!"

He stood up enthusiastically, put the fedora that had lain on the table back on his head and fanned out his blades, but then he stopped again and asked worried:

"How can I be sure that you won't overlook anything else of my stuff, or delete it accidentally?"

"I'll promise to watch out. If I find something and it's yucky, disgusting, gorey and absolutely horrible, I'll keep it. Okay?"

Pondering over her suggestion Freddy tilted his head to the left for a few seconds, before he straightened up and smirked again.

"Okay! I'll be back soon, so don't wake up!" he called. Then he just vanished, leaving nothing but a tiny puff of red smoke.

Staring at the point where the maniac killer has been standing just a few seconds ago Sarah sighed once again and murmured:

"Gee, did I really say 'kill someone'? As if I had to encourage him for that."

The idea of being responsible for another Elm Street murder, even when it was just in such an indirect way, displeased her much. So she concentrated back on the work with Freddy's computer and continued searching for anymore of his personal files.