Disclaimers are in the prologue.
First things first, people: I want to thank Well It Ain't Dr.Seuss for reviewing, and AshW23 for being a faithful reader and reveiwer. Thanks for your comments, I'll try to keep up the good work and keep it interesting.
Now, in this chapter, Detective Hobbs finds out just how real "dead serial killers" can be, and Freddy becomes even more powerful. There's other stuff, but I don't want to ruin it for you. Read on and have fun with it.
IMPORTANT NOTE: From now on, when Freddy is communicating to his allies from the dreamworld, what he says will be contained between 'greater than' symbols, >>like this>>.
As he was flying through the air, the Creeper noticed his passenger's weight had dropped considerably, and he looked down. Freddy was gone, disappeared. The Creeper knew he hadn't dropped him, so where had he gone?
>>Don't worry, Creep>> Freddy said. The Creeper heard his voice inside his mind. >>I've just gone to the dreamworld. This is how we'll be talking for a while.>>
The Creeper seemed to grin in understanding, and he nodded.
>>Fly toward Illinois. There's someone I want us to meet.>>
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Hobbs had a split-second to wonder if he was hallucinating. In that split-second, he saw a black man taller than himself, a long black trenchcoat and a hook for a hand, a menacing look in his eyes, appear out of nowhere right behind him.
That was about as much as he had time to notice, because the man grabbed him by the shoulder with his left hand and spun him around. With his hook-hand, he reached back and prepared to gut Hobbs.
As surprised as Hobbs was, he somehow managed to duck out of Candyman's grip just in time. Candyman's hook-hand connected with and shattered the bathroom mirror. Detective Hobbs burst through the bathroom door, gun drawn and pointed at Candyman. Will and Lori jumped and looked toward the bathroom door.
The first thing they saw was the hook. Candyman came out of the bathroom hook-first, pointed at Hobbs, who was backing away and still aiming at him.
"You freed me, Hobbs," Candyman said.
"Hold it right there! Freeze, sir!"
"I need more power. I need...a victim!"
"I'm not going to tell you again, sir!"
Candyman laughed at this and advanced on Hobbs, who shot him. He pulled the trigger six times, and Candymanseemed affected by every shot...but he wasn't.
"Candyman!" Lori screamed.
He turned his attention to her. "Ah, Lori...you escaped me earlier, yet here we are again..."
Hobbs, who had been backed into a corner, used this opportunity to push past Candyman and towards Lori and Will. They stood facing him, backing out of the room, Hobbs still pointing his gun.
"There is no escape. I will find you."
"Go!" Hobbs said to Lori and Will. The three took off running, leaving a few bewildered students watching after them.
As other students continued on their way, one of them cautiously went over and peered into the empty dorm. Seeing nothing, he was turning around when Candyman reached out and hooked the boy in the side of the head, yanking him in and slamming the door shut before the kid could scream.
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Chad was at the door to his friend Matt's dorm. He knocked, and Matt came to the door after a few seconds. Smoke poured out of the room and right into Chad's face, who coughed.
"Yeah?" Matt said disconnectedly. His eyes were more than half shut.
"Man, move outta the way," Chad said as he pushed past the stoner.
The first noticeable thing about this particular dormroom, Chad always noticed, was the impenetrable cloud of pot smoke. It was like walking through thick fog. The second thing was the mess these guys made. They never cleaned up after themselves, and the place was covered with empty beercans, plastic baggies, pizza boxes (some still with moldy pizza in them), and other types of garbage.
Chad went and plopped down on the couch next to his other friend, Kenny. Kenny was lighting the bong. "Did you guys even hear what happened today?"
"No," Matt said as he went and sat back down on the green recliner near the couch.
"Jeff got killed by this freak of nature! It was some twisted psycho shit."
"Whaaaat?" Kenny said disbelievingly. "Jeff? Like, Jeffrey?"
Chad looked at him like he was stupid. "Yeah, like, the only Jeff you know, genius."
"No way..." Matt muttered. "What happened?"
"I don't know, I wasn't there. But some people who were told me that it was a monster with wings and fangs and shit."
"You mean Dracula?" Kenny asked, and he and Matt laughed.
"No, it was like...I don't know." He took a hit off the bong. "And you know what's weird? It's like, when Will Rollins got there, I told him what happened, and he asked me if it was this...what was it...this scarred-up dude with a sweater and a claw."
Kenny looked confused. "What the fuck? That's some freaky shit."
"Crazy," Matt replied.
"I wanna know who the fuck he was talkin' about. I mean, if there's two of these fuckin' psychos stalking around here, I ain't sticking around, you know?"
"Yeah, well...I'm assuming we don't have classes 'cause of this tragedy, so...I'm catching a nap." Matt leaned back in the recliner and closed his eyes.
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Pinhead stood in a huge rock chamber. The fire seemed most intense in this part of Hell, and for good reason. He stood before the Master. He was not afraid; perhaps it could be said that he was the only one who wasn't afraid of him, but that was because they seemed to compliment one another so well. Although, the Master was considerably taller and heavier, and besides, he was the boss.
"YOU LET HIM SLIP THROUGH," the booming, evil, loathesome voice of Satan said.
"I did not let him slip through; I was unaware of his prescence."
"PERHAPS THIS JOB HAS BECOME TO MUCH FOR YOU...PERHAPS I SHOULD SEND SOMEONE IN YOUR STEAD."
"Unfathomable. I am your greatest achievement."
"DO NOT BE SO SURE, PINHEAD...BUT YES. YOU WILL FIND FREDDY KRUEGER AND RETURN HIM TO ME, TO FACE MY WRATH...NO ONE ESCAPES ME. YOU WILL BE ACCOMPANIED BY ONE OF MY MANY SERVANTS. HE IS UNDER YOUR COMPLETE CONTROL. I TRUST HE WILL BE OF GREAT USE TO YOU." His large red hand motioned to the door behind Pinhead.
Pinhead turned and saw a demon, approximately eight feet tall. It had a large, disfigured skull, long fingers tipped with sharp claws, and a tail swinging behind it.
"PUMPKINHEAD...PINHEAD WILL BE YOUR MASTER NOW."
Pumpkinhead growled and made mewling sounds, but he walked up and stood behind Pinhead.
"As you wish," Pinhead said.
"DO NOT FAIL ME, PINHEAD...NOW GO."
And with that, Pinhead bowed and left the room, Pumpkinhead lumbering behind.
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Matt wasn't sure where he was. He woke up and he was definitely not in his dormroom. At first, he thought Chad and Kenny were playing a joke on him or something, but now he wasn't so sure. He was lost in a maze of dripping pipes and stone floor that was a boiler room. All around him, he seemed to be hearing a squeal of metal on metal, a piercing sound.
"Guys? Tell me this is a joke, guys."
The only response he got was from three little girls who had appeared in front of him. They were dressed in white. Two of the girls held either end of a long jumprope as the third jumped over it. They were singing a nursery rhyme the likes of which Matt had never heard.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."
He was starting to get uneasy. This was not like any frat prank he'd ever heard of.
"Ok, I want out of here, please!" He turned and ran the other way, his heart ramming against his ribcage. He soon came to a wall, which he was sure hadn't been there before. He put his hands on it to make sure it was real. It was, and he slammed his hands against it. "Motherfuck!"
He seemed to relax a bit and he looked down at the floor, trying to figure out what to do, when he suddenly felt pain like never before as a six inch steel blade plunged through his hand. He screamed in pain, pulling it quickly away and looking at the wall. Four of those blades had punctured thestone wall.
He watched unbelievably as the claws proceeded to push downward, tearing the wall, until they reached the floor. The wall bulged out and blood suddenly shot out of the slash marks. Matt screamed as it covered him and washed him away, down towards the other end of the boiler room. As he was screaming, he swore he heard someone else screaming deeply, but with laughter.
And then he found the source of the laughter; in the direction the river of blood was carrying him, at the other end of the room, stood Freddy Krueger. He had his glove pointed blades-first toward Matt, waiting for him to impale himself on them. Only seconds before his doom,Matt found himself disappearing. Of course, this was exactly what Freddy had wanted.
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Candyman had to be fast. He was planning things so that the timing would work out perfectly. There were so many things to do, but there wasn't enough time. Now that he was back on Earth, he knew certain things. One of which was where his little friend was currently located, and he transported himself via mirror to that spot, and exited the mirror.
He was inside a bathroom. Outisde the door, he could he someone grunting and several thumping noises. Candyman walked to the door and opened it. Not far from where he was standing, a body lay on the floor. The victim looked surprised, as if he hadn't been expecting an attack. Sitting across his chest, stabbing him repeatedly and grunting, was a little redheaded doll wearing denim overalls, his back to Candyman.
"Eh-he he he he he!" the doll laughed.
"Hello, Chucky," Candyman said.
Author's Notes: Finally, Chucky and Pumkinhead have been thrown into the mix. Yeah, you heard from Satan, and he weren't too happy about Freddy's escape. And yes, you guessed it: Freddy instructed the Creeper to fly to Illinois for Michael Myers. The craziness just keeps coming, and it won't stop until the body count is in the billions.
Yeah, I gave Candyman the ability to transport through mirrors. It only seemed logical. I might not use that again, though, seeing as how it was mainly for convenience. You will accept it, I can tell already.