Disclaimers are in the prologue.
Ok, by sheer luck, I somehow managed to finish my final the day it was to be turned in. In case anyone was wondering, I had to do a project using the program Director 8.5. For my project, I was supposed to make an interactive game menu that navigates to different menus, such as options, cheats, etc. Well, since I didn't have a game in mind that I wanted to create, I did a collage of villains (pictures of Freddy, Jason, Chucky, Candyman, The Creeper, The Tall Man, Pinhead, Pumpkinhead, Michael Myers, and Leatherface posed together) for the menu page. We also had to include on one page a Quicktime movie, which I created using the pictures from the collage. The game was called "Living Nightmares," and, if it were actually a playable demo of the game, it would be very much like the story you have been reading.
But that's all behind me, at least for now. Now there's more time to write, which is what I plan to do.
The Tall Man, being the only one of the three that could speak to Freddy, broke the news to him. Freddy did not take it graciously; in fact, he fumed about it.
What the fuck do you mean he's not there? Where did he go?
"I don't know," the Tall Man said, raising an eyebrow. "I don't sense anyone in the woods. We are the only ones here."
In their minds, the Creeper, Michael Myers, and the Tall Man heard Freddy ranting and stewing about Jason not being there. They could hardly make out a word he was saying, and then he stopped suddenly.
Wait a minute...Candyman.
He remembered that when he'd first met Candyman in Hell and they'd allied themselves with one another, one of the first things Freddy had said to him was that as soon as they were out, they were going after Jason. No one else knew, and Jason sure as hell wasn't wandering around in the woods or they'd have known by now.
That motherFUCKER!
Freddy had screamed so loud in their minds that the Creeper recoiled a little and Michael put his hands over his ears, although that helped nothing. The Tall Man just stood there, one eyebrow still raised.
"Why didn't he wait for you here?" the Tall Man asked.
Hmm...I don't know, but I feel...something. Down south. We need to head south. That's where we'll find them.
"Them, you say."
Yes. Looks like Candyman's been making some friends. Alright, Creeper, pick them up and start heading south.
The Creeper nodded and did as he was told. Freddy was more than upset at this turn of events. He had worked so hard and come so far, and for what? Not only was Jason not here, but it looked as though he and Candyman had joined forces, and if that was the case, how many others had Candyman recruited? Freddy imagined that this was as bad as things could possibly get.
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The coffee had done its job. They were nearing Crystal Lake now and none of them had so much as allowed their heads to droop. Lori wasn't particularly fond of the taste of coffee, but it was a necessity. She hated being wired like this, it made her jumpy...which is why at first, she couldn't believe her eyes.
"We're coming up on Crystal Lake now, guys," Hobbs said.
After rubbing her eyes momentarily, what Lori saw was still there. She pointed to the sky. "Look!"
Hobbs slammed on the brakes and pulled off to the side of the road. He, Lori, and Will got out of the car and looked up. Lori was pointing to a quick-moving object shaped like a man, and it appeared to be carrying two other men. The shape flew southward.
"Holy shit," Hobbs said.
"We missed them," Will said.
"Back in the car! They're headed south!"
The three of them piled back in and Hobbs pitched the car around.
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Candyman drove the van. Chucky was in the passenger's seat and Leatherface and Jason were in the back. Jason and Leatherface sat across from each other, staring. Neither spoke, or knew how for that matter. They only studied each other silently.
"You know where we're going now," Candyman said, looking back at Jason. Jason's gaze fell on him and he nodded slowly. "And you know what we're going to do."
Again, Jason nodded. Though he was a mentally deficient undead serial killer, Jason was smart enough to remember Freddy Krueger and the shit he had put him through. Jason was nobody's puppet, and Freddy clearly needed to be taught a lesson.
Chucky turned and looked at Leatherface's chainsaw. The blade was impossibly long, and the inscription engraved into the side read: The Saw is Family. The blade itself was nicely polished, but the actual chain was a little rusty. Chucky looked down at the small army dagger he held in his hand and wished for something more. He had that beretta tucked into the back of his overalls, but that wasn't going to do much good where they were going. He looked up at Candyman and noticed that his face seemed more serious than usual.
"What's the problem?" Chucky asked.
Candyman continued looking straight ahead. "Freddy. He's getting close now. He must've figured out where we are."
"Finally, some action. How long till we run into 'em?"
"Very soon."
Leatherface shifted his position; he seemed anxious to use his saw. Jason unsheathed his machete and held it in one hand with the blade pointing down. They weren't just preparing for battle now; they were preparing for war.
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Pinhead and Pumpkinhead were making incredible time. One of the perks of being a demon is that the laws of physics and travel, including time-travel, did not apply. They could be anywhere they wanted, whenever they wanted. They had been tailing Krueger for a while now, and Pinhead knew that Candyman was leading his allies toward Krueger. In his mind, Pinhead mathematically calculated their precise locations at the time of the war: Oklahoma City. He and Pumpkinhead were in a small town to the north of Oklahoma City. They had stopped here to regroup and gather their thoughts. Of course, they did this in the center of town, where everyone could see them. Citizens pointed and stared, others whispered things, and some people ran. A few people went on about their business, as if they had not seen anything strange.
Pinhead stood in the middle of main street, Pumpkinhead just behind him. They were not really blocking traffic, but no one wanted to drive past them. They had been merely standing there for at least ten minutes, long enough for the local news station to get a reporter and a camera crew out there. The whole time, Pinhead's eyes were closed, as if he were in deep thought.
The reporter took one look at Pumpkinhead and refused to leave the news van. He ordered the cameraman to get a better view of what was going on, and the cameraman grudgingly obliged. He got out of the van and moved to within six feet of them both. As soon as the cameraman found a good angle, he kneeled down and pointed the camera at Pinhead's face. Pinhead's eyes popped open suddenly, and he looked right into the camera.
"Mankind will bear witness to the greatest war in history. Those who rise against Hell must suffer its wrath. You are the first, the chosen ones, who will see the truth..."
The cameraman zoomed out the view in order to catch what happened next. Pumpkinhead screeched, making some of the crowd flinch. Pinhead held out his arms and began to levitate. People gasped and pointed at him. A pair of hooked chains began slithering out from the sleeves of Pinhead's leather suit. They grew longer and longer, until they were at least twice as long as his arms. It happened again as two more chains came out either sleeve, so that he was holding a pair in each hand.
"I am that truth."
"God will protect us!" an old preacher from the crowd yelled suddenly. He wore a black robe with a white collar and he was holding a bible out in front of him defensively as he moved toward Pinhead.
Pinhead looked at him. "God has abandoned you."
He lifted his arms and the chains flew toward the preacher. They compacted into one big chain and all four of them struck him in the chest at once, lifting him off the ground. People screamed and the preacher tried to gasp. Pinhead began to make slight hand movements. The chains separated, two going upward, two going downward, tearing open the priest's stomach. Another slight movement caused the upper and lower chains to pull apart, two going left, two going right, ripping the priests's chest cavity open and exposing it for all to see. His guts and insides came spilling out onto the ground and his head slumped forward. The chains released his body, which smacked the ground.
Pinhead looked around at those who still stood there in shock. "Pumpkinhead..."
Pumpkinhead moved toward the crowd and grabbed the nearest bystander, which happened to be a man in his mid-thirties. He screamed as Pumpkinhead pulled him close and shrieked in his face. With one hand fastened around the man's waist, he proceeded to use his free hand to punch the man right in the face. The impact caused his head to fly off his body and strike the wall of a nearby brick building. Everyone began to flee then, as Pinhead used his chains and Pumpkinhead used his massive claws to kill everyone.
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As the Creeper, Michael Myers, and the Tall Man neared the state of Oklahoma, Freddy knew it was about to be time. Once they were there, there would be no time for games. He would find Voorhees, kill him, and then dispatch Candyman and whoever else wanted to fuck with him. Pinhead and Pumpkinhead would pay the price too, if they decided to show up...and Freddy had little doubt that they would.
There was a war about to start, and the pathetic citizens of Oklahoma City were going to feel this one.
Author's Notes: Down to the wire now...the war is coming. By the way, if you live in Oklahoma City, sorry I called you pathetic. Also, watch the fuck out, Freddy and them are about to start killing! Look out your window and tell me what you see!
Why Oklahoma City? I don't know. I looked at a map and that's what caught my eye. Besides, it's between Texas and Ohio, so I figured...well, why not.
Look, I know this chapter was short, but I'm trying to make them longer. Not that there's going to be many more, but I'll try to make the war last as long as possible. There's really not much left to say, so I leave you with this: disestablishmentarianism.