Disclaimers are in the prologue.

I know it's been a couple days since I updated, but listen: I go to work on weekdays and then go to school afterwards. That leaves me no time to write (or do anything else) unless I do it at work or school or on the weekends, which is what I have been doing. That's right, I freely admit that I'm at work right now, risking my job to bring you the next chapter in this terrifyingly awesome story.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Until I go back through all the chapters and update, UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, when Freddy speaks to his allies from the dreamworld, it will berepresented in bold-italics. The reason for this is because this website keeps changing things so much that none of the symbols work anymore, so just try to accept it as I have.

Lori stood in front of Freddy Krueger. Will sat on the bed off to one side. Detective Hobbs was about halfway across the room, still keeping his gun trained on Krueger. For almost an hour now, Freddy had been their captive. About twenty minutes ago, he had finally come out of a daze that apparently he got from being pulled out of the dream world.

All three of them were now watching him carefully. Who knows what Freddy might have up his sleeve? They did not want to get too close. Even though he wasn't as powerful in the real world, he still was able to keep his scarred-up features, so how much power did he really have?

"What happened, Krueger?" Lori asked. "After you and Jason."

"I was in Hell, courtesy of you," Freddy spat angrily.

"What happened then?" Will asked him.

Freddy's eyes fell on Will and he sneered. "I made a new friend."

"Candyman?"

"Yeah. Me and him plotted an escape. But he got too ambitious, started dragging me down. He wanted to kill you, and I couldn't have that...you're mine."

"Sounds like you fucked him over pretty good," Hobbs threw in.

"Oh, I sure did, Hobbsy. Gutted him, then left him there to rot."

Freddy chuckled at this. Lori ignored him. "How did you escape?"

"It was all so simple. And your boyfriend was the key."

Lori and Hobbs both looked at the confused Will.

"What?" Will asked, standing up. "What do you mean?"

"The golden box from your room."

"Why? What is it?"

"It's a gateway. It opens the door to Hell. I didn't even know you had it until I paid you a visit the other night."

"But you weren't able to get it yourself," Lori interjected, "because you were in Hell. So how did you get it?"

"I had one of my associates fetch it for me."

"And he killed Jeff," Will said. "Why? Just because he was in the way?"

"That's right, Willy." Freddy laughed again.

"Who was your associate?" Lori asked.

"No one you'd know...but I'll tell you a secret. Come closer."

Even though she knew she shouldn't, Lori leaned closer to him. Besides, how much damage could he do tied up?

"He's part of my ever-growing army. I just recruited Michael Myers, and now we're almost ready for Jason."

"Michael Myers?" Hobbs asked. "Bullshit, they just captured him up in Haddonfield. He's sitting chained up in a jail cell at a maximum security prison."

Freddy smiled at him. "Don't you watch the news, Hobbs?"

Hobbs, still glaring at Freddy, walked over to the TV set and flicked it on. On the news, a female reporter was standing in front of Haddonfield Maximum Security Prison. It was an absolute mess; debris was everywhere. The reporter was also standing just in front of a police CAUTION strip. Several police officers were frantically moving about, and paramedics could be seen wheeling away dead bodies.

The reporter then began to speak. "In what looks like the biggest jailbreak in Haddonfield history, Michael Myers has made a daring escape. He was being held at the maximum security facility behind me until earlier tonight, when police say a man wearing a monster suit entered the building and began dispatching officers. No word yet on what weapon the killer used, but sources indicate that it was not a firearm of any kind. The man apparently freed Michael Myers and the two escaped. Officers who survived the attack were unclear as to how they missed the two on their way back down through the building. Once again, Michael Myers is at large and extremely dangerous. Back to..."

Hobbs flicked the TV off. His, Lori's, and Will's shocked faces turned back towards Freddy, who was now laughing.

"What's so fucking funny?" Lori practically screamed.

Freddy only continued to laugh as he began to disappear right before their eyes.

"NO! Don't let him get away!"

Lori and Will moved to grab Freddy, but it was too late. He disappeared and the ropes that held him dropped onto the chair. They were only left with the echo of his cruel laughter.

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Candyman had pitched his offer. He and Chucky stood across from Jason Voorhees, the massive hockey-masked killer. It appeared as if Jason was mulling it over.

The offer had been the offer of more power. But more than that, an added bonus was that Candyman had told Jason that this power would allow him to bring his mother back to life; all this in exchange for joining forces against Freddy Krueger. That seemed to seal the deal. Though he was mentally inadequate, Jason knew that Freddy needed to be dealt with. Especially now, now that he was back for more.

After a few moments, Jason actually nodded slightly and Candyman smiled. Jason sheathed his machete and walked over to Candyman.

"We're going to need a van to fit all of us now," Candyman said to Chucky.

"You find a van, I'll hotwire it."

Jason simply stood there.

"Let's go find one, then. Back to the highway."

"Heh heh heh."

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Michael Myers and the Creeper had been just standing there, waiting. It had not been long after they landed that they heard Freddy's voice again in their minds.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Freddy said. I got tied up. You're probably wondering what you're supposed to do next.

The Creeper grunted in agreement and Michael gave a little nod.

We're almost...you hear something?

The Creeper noticed when Freddy had said it. It was an indescribable humming sound...not loud, not too soft. He turned and looked around. It was dark, and nothing was moving out there except for a slight breeze against the grass. Michael also turned around, and he saw what was causing the sound.

It appeared to be a floating silver sphere of some kind. It was just sitting there, suspended in midair. Michael cocked his head back and forth, uncomprehending. Two strangely crafted blades popped out the front of it, and the sphere swiftly moved toward Michael. It was aiming for his head. Just as quickly, Michael's left arm came up to block it and the blades penetrated his forearm, not too deeply, though. Michael looked at the sphere lodged in his arm.

A tiny drill popped out just under the blades and began to dig into Michael's arm. He yanked the sphere off his arm and threw it onto a nearby rock. The force of the impact caused the ball to wobble weakly on the ground, its sound reduced to a repetitive dull hum.

Who the fuck is doing that?

Not too far from where they were standing, the Creeper had noticed a pair of silver cylinders about waist-high just standing there in the middle of the field. From the Creeper's view, it hadn't looked like anything, but now he could see something emerging from it. It appeared to be a very old, very tall man. The way he glared at the Creeper was just plain weird.

Who are you?

The Tall Man looked around, as if trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. He seemed to realize it was coming from inside his head, and he cracked a slight smile.

"Who are you?" the Tall Man asked.

None of your concern. I like that thing you did with the ball...you've got style.

"It's all part of the game."

Where are you headed?

"I'm searching for a boy and an ice cream vendor."

...Ok...

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way..."

He walked over to Michael Myers, who was watching him. The Tall Man leaned down and picked up the silver sphere off the ground. As soon as he touched it, it stopped wobbling and humming. He turned to walk away.

Wait. There's something I want to ask you...

The Tall Man turned back and looked at Michael and the Creeper, smirking.

"Really..."

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Ricky Shepard was heading home. His day had not been that great. He had driven four hours to Springwood University to visit his girlfriend when all hell broke loose. People started screaming as sleeping people just began to...well, die horribly. One second, they'd be sleeping, and the next, slash marks would appear four at a time in their skin, or their heads would disappear or explode, or they'd just be mangled, and so on.

Ricky had been hanging out with his girlfriend, Ashley. They had gone out, gotten wasted, and come back to her room finally, where she had passed out on the bed before they got to do anything. Ricky had sighed and went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he got out, he felt sober enough to drive home. He briefly recalled that at least two people had been killed at that college earlier that day, so he was a bit reluctant to leave. He got dressed and then walked over to where Ashley slept. She was still wearing all her clothes.

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. He looked down at her and as soon as he stood back up, Ashley's head just...came off. It was as if something invisible had just sliced right through her neck, as her head actually sort of jumped off, kind of rolled over and fell off the bed. Blood began to spray from the neck, and her body began to twitch.

Ricky was in shock. He fell back onto the ground when a blast of blood splattered across his face. In the same instant, the screaming had begun. People all over campus were screaming and he could hear the unmistakable sound of running. There were other sounds, sounds of bodies being shredded and skin being ripped. This seemed to snap him out of it, because Ricky then began to run himself. He bolted from the room and followed the few people who were running for the exit. He ran to the parking lot, got in his van, and drove straight for the highway. A few hours ago, that had been, and he was still covered in his girlfriend's blood.

So, all in all, it had not really been a good day. And, just when Ricky thought it couldn't get any worse, he noticed that someone was standing in the highway, in the center of the right lane, the one he was in. Of course, he was going seventy-five miles per hour, so when he saw it, he slammed on his brakes. The van swerved off to the right and ended up stopping on the shoulder at the right side of the road.

Meanwhile, the traffic behind Ricky had not had a chance to see someone standing in the middle of the highway, so the white car that had been right behind him jumped at the opportunity to get one car-length ahead. Of course, this was a mistake. The driver noticed at the last second that a massive, hockey mask-wearing psycho with a machete was blocking his way, so he swerved into the next lane over, right into another car. Cars began to pile up, slamming against each other, metal, glass, and debris flying everywhere. Some cars even jumped other cars and flipped over several times after hitting the road again. When all was silent except for the distant wail of sirens, Jason walked over to Ricky's van and ripped the door off the hinges and tossed it onto the road.

Ricky was freaked out beyond belief. He had watched the whole thing, and now he watched the psycho walk to up to his van and rip the door off. Ricky's final thought was, I never even got laid tonight, and then the psycho's machete was deeply embedded in his face.

Author's Notes: This one felt a little long, but that's good. I need to make them longer. So, it looks like Freddy might be able to convince the Tall Man to join him. A powerful ally, if I do say so myself. And yeah, he was in the middle of his search for Mike and Reggie, but he's going to be sidetracked until this is all over.

And in case you couldn't tell, Ricky's girlfriend Ashley was Freddy's first kill.

I'll try to update again real soon.