Rating-R for language, to be on the safe side. See ch. 1 for all other
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Dimensions Chapter 3-Anger
"What the FUCK?!?" Freddy Krueger bellowed his rage while the happy scene played itself out before him. He'd been watching various scrying pools for several days now and had been delighted with the various degrees of evil he'd seen himself in. Of course, there HAD been several disappointing views, things he would've done differently in several scenarios. Several had made him so mad he'd seethed with anger at his situation. Had he been able to escape hell, he'd have gone to several of those alternate worlds and shown..himself?.how things were done. Then to see this.this.THIS!! A Freddy with children, grandchildren..puttering around in a fucking garden! Oh, he'd had gardens before, but it wasn't flowers that bloomed in them. He missed his children, and he was sure that they were being bad, getting into all sorts of trouble, without him. They were forgetting him, and pieces of him were dying inside with each child who forgot. Ironic, really, considering he was already dead, but there it was. He had to do something, and fast. The question was, what?
He looked at the scrying pool again. The pussy version of himself was still snuggling with his bitch daughter like she hadn't caused him all sorts of trouble; like she hadn't killed him. Of course, THAT daughter hadn't, and HER father was still alive, but that wasn't the point. He could smell the goodness on that cunt-if her father would actually decide to be a man, a real man, he knew the bitch would turn on him in a heartbeat. He didn't know how they could stand it, all that goodness. And the children! His children, he wanted them so badly to be his! He turned to the pool containing "his" town, "his" universe. He needed something to distract him while he came up with a plan.
Outside the chamber, all of Hell heard his bellows of pure rage. The wise got out of the way, just in case he decided to emerge from the room. The jealous-and foolish-crept closer and indulged in the pain also evident in those cries. Satan himself listened with uneasy pleasure. Of course, things were going the way he'd planned, judging by the sound of the other man's pain and anger. But Freddy was unpredictable, who knew where this could lead? Perhaps instead of learning his lesson and being the whipped dog Satan was hoping for, Freddy would become even worse. That could only spell trouble. But in the meantime, things seemed to be going well for the rest of his realm. The past few days had certainly been uneventful-as uneventful as Hell could get, anyway-and everyone was breathing a collective sigh of relief to have the burned, gloved man out of the way. Word had even "leaked" out as to the reason Freddy was cloistered away in the chamber, and the Prince of Darkness had even gained back a modicum of his old respect. Yes, so far things were going well, but how much longer they'd stay that way was anybody's guess. He needed to do something, and fast. The question was, what?
Dimensions Chapter 3-Anger
"What the FUCK?!?" Freddy Krueger bellowed his rage while the happy scene played itself out before him. He'd been watching various scrying pools for several days now and had been delighted with the various degrees of evil he'd seen himself in. Of course, there HAD been several disappointing views, things he would've done differently in several scenarios. Several had made him so mad he'd seethed with anger at his situation. Had he been able to escape hell, he'd have gone to several of those alternate worlds and shown..himself?.how things were done. Then to see this.this.THIS!! A Freddy with children, grandchildren..puttering around in a fucking garden! Oh, he'd had gardens before, but it wasn't flowers that bloomed in them. He missed his children, and he was sure that they were being bad, getting into all sorts of trouble, without him. They were forgetting him, and pieces of him were dying inside with each child who forgot. Ironic, really, considering he was already dead, but there it was. He had to do something, and fast. The question was, what?
He looked at the scrying pool again. The pussy version of himself was still snuggling with his bitch daughter like she hadn't caused him all sorts of trouble; like she hadn't killed him. Of course, THAT daughter hadn't, and HER father was still alive, but that wasn't the point. He could smell the goodness on that cunt-if her father would actually decide to be a man, a real man, he knew the bitch would turn on him in a heartbeat. He didn't know how they could stand it, all that goodness. And the children! His children, he wanted them so badly to be his! He turned to the pool containing "his" town, "his" universe. He needed something to distract him while he came up with a plan.
Outside the chamber, all of Hell heard his bellows of pure rage. The wise got out of the way, just in case he decided to emerge from the room. The jealous-and foolish-crept closer and indulged in the pain also evident in those cries. Satan himself listened with uneasy pleasure. Of course, things were going the way he'd planned, judging by the sound of the other man's pain and anger. But Freddy was unpredictable, who knew where this could lead? Perhaps instead of learning his lesson and being the whipped dog Satan was hoping for, Freddy would become even worse. That could only spell trouble. But in the meantime, things seemed to be going well for the rest of his realm. The past few days had certainly been uneventful-as uneventful as Hell could get, anyway-and everyone was breathing a collective sigh of relief to have the burned, gloved man out of the way. Word had even "leaked" out as to the reason Freddy was cloistered away in the chamber, and the Prince of Darkness had even gained back a modicum of his old respect. Yes, so far things were going well, but how much longer they'd stay that way was anybody's guess. He needed to do something, and fast. The question was, what?
