Disclaimers are in the prologue.

Things are getting out of control now. Freddy and the Creeper are heading towards Michael Myers as Candyman has located Chucky. Pinhead and Pumpkinhead are hot on Freddy's trail, but they're going to be searching for a while. A few new surprises in this chapter. Read on to find out.

Once Hobbs deemed they were a safe distance from the university campus, he swiftly pulled over in the nearest parking lot and put the car in park. He needed a minute or two to collect himself.

"What the fuck was that back there?" he asked to no one in particular.

Lori spoke up from the back seat. "It was Candyman."

"And he just comes out of the mirror whenever he feels comfortable, or what?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything about him."

"We've only dealt with Freddy and Jason, Detective," Will said from the passenger seat. "We're as new to this as you are."

Hobbs hadn't been able to look at either of them yet, he was still staring out the windshield. "What...are we...going to do about this?"

Will shook his head. "I don't know. We need to find out what Krueger's planning. I mean, whatever it is, it's way bigger than last time."

They remained silent for a few moments. Hobbs still hadn't snapped out of his trance. It was as if his mind had been blown, and there was no telling how long it would take him to recover. Well, Will thought, that's what you get for thinking you've seen it all. There's always something bigger.

"I think I've got an idea," Lori said suddenly.

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Chad and Kenny had never been so freaked out in their lives. They had been sitting in Matt's room, enjoying hits from the bong while Matt slept on the recliner. The first weird thing they noticed was that Matt was making strange sounds, almost as if he were scared of something. At this, the two boys laughed, thinking Matt must be having a nightmare of some kind.

Kenny had leaned toward Matt, trying to hear what he was whimpering about. Suddenly, blood sprayed from his right hand and right into Kenny's face. Kenny fell backwards in shock and Chad stopped laughing, going wide-eyed. Kenny was screaming now.

At first, Chad had thought Matt was dead, but the blood seemed only to come from the puncture wound that had magically appeared in his hand. Matt was twitching and and shaking. Chad, in his panic, began to shake Matt awake. "Hey! Hey, come on, man, wake up!"

Seconds later, Matt had bolted upright in his chair, screaming and clutching his bleeding hand. Some of the other students had heard the screaming and called security.

Only a half hour later, the paramedics were taking away a screaming and hysterical Matt, who clearly did not want to be put to sleep. Chad and Kenny described to the cops what they had seen, and from what they heard from Will Rollins and Matt himself; a scarred man with a red and green sweater wearing a razor-fingered glove had done this to him. In his dream.

The police here in Springwood were all relatively new. Those who had known about Freddy Krueger were either transferred, fired, forced into retirement, or simply disappeared. It was for fear that any knowledge whatsoever of Freddy might somehow bring his curse back to Springwood, and certain people did not want a relapse.

So of course, the cops were baffled by the kids' claims.

Once Chad and Kenny were done making their statements, they immediately talked to their friends about what had happened. And they talked to their friends. And so on, and so on, and rumors began to spread across the university campus, until almost everyone was talking about the appropriately nicknamed "Nightmare Man".

And so it began.

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Chucky hadn't expected to see Candyman. He had heard the voice and turned from his victim's corpse to see him standing in the bathroom doorway. He immediately stopped laughing, but he stilled grinned his evil grin. "Wellllll, if it isn't the Candyman. Where've you been lately?"

"In Hell," Candyman responded. "But I had to come back. The world needs me."

"I've always agreed with that. The world does need more people like you and me in it. Eh he he he he he he he!"

"Yes. And now, I need your help, Chucky."

"You need my help? Well, gee, uh..." he stroked his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "Hmm, nah."

Candyman's face became deadly serious. "No? What do you mean, no?" He approached Chucky with malicious intent.

Chucky stuck his knife out towards Candyman in a warning to keep his distance. "Back off, big guy! What I mean is, what's my motivation?"

"Power. All the power you could want. All the sacrifices you could want. Any body. Anytime."

"My, that's a rather large offer." He seemed to think it over for a minute. "...Hmm, alright. What do you want from me?"

"You are going to join me in my quest to hunt down and destroy Freddy Krueger."

Chucky's eyes went wide. "The Freddy Krueger? The Springwood Slasher?"

"You've heard of him?"

"Oh, yeah! He's one of my many inspirations!"

"Well, now you get to add him to your body count. Time is short; we must leave now for Crystal Lake."

Candyman began to walk towards the room's exit, Chucky following close behind. "What's at Crystal Lake?"

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Meanwhile, in a maximum security prison located in Haddonfield, Illinois, Michael Myers sat in the center of a small room. His hosts had provided a chair for him, which he was utterly chained to. There was no chance of escape, not this time; the chains were wrapped tight. Even the infamous Michael Myers was not powerful enough to break free.

The cops, however, were taking no chances. They had lost to many citizens as well as decorated officers. The exit to the room was blocked by iron bars. The door was solid steel. There were six heavily armed guards just outside the door. Michael was not afraid.

The one privilage they had allowed Michael was to keep his mask on. No one particularly cared to see what he looked like after all these years, after all he'd survived through. So Michael sat, head drooped, in the center of the room. He appeared to be sleeping, but no one could tell for sure. Of course, they had doped him up pretty good.

In his dream, Michael was instantly transported to a place he did not recognize. He didn't care. It was a boiler room, a maze of leaky pipes and catwalks and stone walls and floors. He heard a squealing sound, as if someone was scraping their fingers along a chalkboard. The sound didn't irritate Michael. He was curious, however, to know where it was coming from.

Moments later, Freddy Krueger stepped out of nowhere, sliding his metal claws along one of the metal pipes. He was laughing, and Michael simply stared at him.

"Michael Myers," he said, "Haddonfield's most notorious serial killer. I've seen your work. It's good."

Michael cocked his head slightly.

"Yes, I've taken a special interest in you...I know what you want."

Michael stood still and listened.

"You want the last surviving members of your family," Freddy went on. "You want to find them and kill them so you can be at peace. The curse of the Thorn. Well, what would you say if I could deliver it to you?"

He continued to stare, and Freddy laughed again. "I thought you'd say that. All you have to do is help me find and kill someone. Then you're as good as free."

He waited for some type of acknowledgement. Slowly, Michael nodded.

"Good. And don't worry about your chains. One of my minions is on his way right now to set you free. Ta ta for now."

Freddy snapped his fingers and Michael awoke, alone in his cell. He lifted his head and looked towards the door. One of the guards, who had been looking in on him, shifted uneasily as their eyes locked. He turned around and faced forward again. Michael sat patiently, waiting in silence. He knew it wouldn't be long now.

Author's Notes: In the next chapter, Lori's plan will be revealed and Hobbs will either accept what's going on, or he'll have a nervous breakdown. Also, Matt, Chad, and Kenny have unknowingly spread fear of Freddy throughout the campus and the consequences are going to be disastrous. Candyman and Chucky are on their way to Crystal Lake to recruit Jason for their war, and the Creeper is drawing ever closer to Haddonfield. These and other strange new things await you in the next chapter.

You may also be wondering, "How do Candyman and Chucky know each other?" Well, it's best not to question these things, I don't really know either. Maybe I'll write up a backstory for them in a furture chapter, but for right now, it's mainly for convenience, so there.