Leatherface opened the door to the basement and just dropped the man onto the stairs. Freddy sat himself up at the foot of the stairs and cursed under his breath and rubbing his arm. He stood up and looked around the dim room. "What the fuck is that?" he wandered to a hook hanging from the ceiling, "...shit." He backed away from the leg hanging from the ceiling and stepped on something, he looked down and looked at an old licence plate. "Texas?" he picked it up and stared at it's rusty edges. "How did I get in Texas?" Freddy stared at a shelf filled up with chainsaws of all different sizes.
The door that led to the basement opened and closed quickly, Tara was now inside. She ran down the steps and to a dark wall and started looking for a way out. It wasn't long until she realized she wasn't alone in the basement. Fred heard footsteps and shouting above them and hid behind a shelf. The door opened again and Leatherface decended down the stairs holding a butcherin knife.
Freddy stared at him through the shelves, wathcing as he grabbed Tara and dragged her across the room and hung her onto a large rusty hook. He pushed something off the shelf with his claws and it smashed to pieces on the floor. Leatherface looked over his shoulder then walked over to see what fell. Freddy went around the shelf and ran up the stairs and out the door, he locked it. After a few seconds he could hear Leatherface banging on the door and making inaudible squealing noises.
Fred walked toward the stairs in the hall and heard someone arguing in another room. He stood by the stairs and listened.
"Can't I play with the living one?" Baby whined.
"No," Drayton replied.
"But Bubba gets to kill them all, could I at least get to play with 'em?"
"NO!"
Baby stomped out of the room and started up the stairs when Freddy grabbed her wrist. He pulled her down next to him and chuckled.
"So, you wanna' play, huh?" he smiled showing his rotted teeth.
"You wanna' play with me?" she said quickly.
"Shhh, but you gotta be quiet or we won't be able to," he said covering her mouth a bit with his hand. "Now, what is it you want to play?"
Baby grabbed his hand and tugged gently, "we have to go to my room, no one will bother us there."
Freddy followed her into an upstairs bedroom, much neater than the rest of the house. Baby locked the door and closed the curtains then turned and smiled. She hopped onto the bed and layed on her back then gestured for him to sit next to her. Freddy sat at the foot of the bed.
"What are ya', nervous?" she joked.
"What?"
Baby pulled him down, pressed her lips against his and put her arms around him. Fred had other plans, he made shallow cuts down her side and she pushed him away.
"That hurt!" she whispered trying to be quiet.
"Exactly, this is what I play." Freddy quickly raised his clawed hand and swung it down at her, a ripping sound and feathers flew. He took her quickly by the throat and hit her head against the desk then let her lay halfway off the bed. Someone started pounding on the door.
"Baby! What is going on in there?" Drayton shouted.
The door flung open, Drayton and Chop-Top entered. Drayton gasped when he saw Baby lying on the bed unconsious.
"Get that BASTARD!" he commanded.
Chop-Top tackled Freddy to the floor. "Wan' me to bring him to Bubba?"
"Yes," he replied angrily.
Chop-Top kept a hold one Fred while they walked out of the room. Just as he was opening the door Fred kicked him in the groin. Chop-Top fell a little, his hand was still on the door knob to the basement and it opened slightly. Freddy grinned not noticing the door and Leatherface came out of the darkness and picked him up by the throat.
"Chop him up good!" Chop-Top shouted as the door closed.