Jen laid back on the grass, arms under her head. She turned to look at Chelsea, who was staring into space.

"C'mon, relax. It's been two years since we've heard from Freddy. Forget about him." She told her.

Chelsea blinked and looked at her. Could she have forgotten what Freddy had done already? He'd slaughtered her friends! She turned her eyes to the main road as a large crash sounded. They stood up quickly and raced over to the railing. Half a dozen cars had wrecked, all connected to a large Jeep.

"What the hell...?" Jen said.

Making their way down carefully, the girls stepped onto the road. People were climbing out of their cars to see what had happened. Jen cocked her head as the Jeep door swung open and a man wearing a black coat stepped out. His hands were buried deep in his coat pockets.

The man quickly walked towards and past them, his hat tipped so that it obscured his face. Both girls stared at his back as he disappeared down the road and glanced at each other. They trotted after him, making sure to put some distance between them.

They followed the man to an intersection, and he stopped. They leapt behind a dumpster and watched as he lifted his head. And gasped. He smoothed his coat out and adjusted his hat, grinning. Chelsea's hand slipped on the brake and the dumpster careened towards him. Freddy smiled and leapt onto and over it, staring at the girls. They shrieked and took off, hearing his slow, steady pace behind them.

"I thought we got rid of Freddy!!" Jen shouted.

"I guess not!" Her friend replied.

The girls raced to Jen's house, locked the door, and ran upstairs. Jen threw open her closet door and began her search.

"What're you looking for?" Chelsea asked.

Jen rummaged through her stuff, throwing things out. She threw a shirt out of the way and pulled out her object. Chelsea stared.

"We're going to use a pistol on him? You're crazy!"

"Think about it. He has those claws; we have a gun. He has to come in close; we don't." Jen retorted.

Chelsea shook her head and sighed. This would not end well. They trudged downstairs and she bumped into Jen. She peered around her shoulder and her eyes widened.

"Did you leave the door open, Chels?"

"No. Why would I?"

They quickly looked around and Jen held the gun close. Nothing jumped out at them. Jen led the way down a hall, alert, and they entered a bedroom. Still nothing. Chelsea relaxed slightly and sat down on the bed as Jen stepped out into the hall to see if Freddy was near.

Drumming her fingers on the cover, Chelsea laid back and stared at the ceiling. She rolled over and screamed. Freddy smirked as she bolted upright and off the bed.

"How-? How did you get in here?!"

Freddy sat up and clinked his blades. He stood up and advanced as Jen came running through the door.

"Chelsea, run!" Jen yelled.

Chelsea stared at him, backing away, and suddenly felt her body quiver. Freddy flicked his blades back and forth, stopping short of her. They stared at each other, longing the other to move.

"What's wrong? Don't have the courage to run?" Freddy drawled, lowering his blades.

Jen stared at them, confused. Why wasn't her friend moving? Freddy could take one step and slice her apart. Chelsea glared at him, tensed. If he moved, she would run.

Freddy glanced at his blades, then back to her. She knew that if he had those, he'd pose a threat to them. But what if he took them off? Gain her trust a little?

"Would you be more comfortable if I took these off?" He said, indicating his glove.

Jen moved towards her friend and started to pull her; Chelsea pulled back.

"Just hold on a sec, Jen. I wanna see something." She whispered.

She turned back to Freddy, staring hard at him.

"Why are you here? And why are you saying you'll take your glove off? If you think I'm going to buy that bullshit, you're crazy."

Freddy took off his glove and held it out. Both girls blinked and cringed involuntarily. Why was Freddy doing this? Slowly, Chelsea reached out and snatched it from him. Freddy merely drew back and sat down on the bed.

"There, you see? I didn't harm you in the least bit possible."

"Not yet, you didn't..." Jen snarled.

Freddy stared at her. He'd have a bit of trouble gaining their trust, but if this worked, he'd be able to find out that girl's secret.

"What if I stayed here for a little? Would you mind?" He said.

Chelsea glanced at Jen. Could they trust him? He wouldn't be dangerous if they hid his glove....

"Fine. You can. But I'm keeping these." Chelsea said, motioning to the glove.

"Freddy laid back against the headboard.

"Suit yourself."

Jen pulled her out of the room and into the hall.

"What are you doing?! Freddy can't stay here! He'll kill us!" Jen whispered.

"Trust me. As long as we keep anything that would be good to kill us away from him, we can control him. Okay?"

The girls took one last glanced into the room. Freddy was watching them, his eyes glinting playfully. Jen drew back shuddering. Chelsea made a glare at him and walked away. Freddy grinned and sat up. He'd have to spare both until he was sure....

Chelsea sat down at the table, half asleep. She stretched her arms on the wood as Jen walked over and sat down. She handed her a glass of milk and sighed. Jen glared over her friend's shoulder as Freddy walked in. He glanced at them and sat down across from them. Finally Jen broke the silence.

"What the hell do you want?"

Freddy shrugged. He crossed his arms and stared at the table. 'Try and act as calmly as possible....' Chelsea nudged Jen under the table.

"Quit it, Jen. I'm too tired to break apart fights." She laid her head on the table and a small smirk flitted across Freddy's mouth.

Jen glanced at him, then to Chelsea.

"Did you dream about something?"

Chelsea nodded.

"I was at the beach and a dolphin came up to me. The flukes were torn so I tried to fix them. The next thing I know, these dragonish creatures are attacking me and I escape. One follows me and its face is all bloody, a scarred, and..."

Both turned to stare at Freddy, who suddenly became interested with the floor. Jen drummed her fingers on the wood.

"Freddy....?"

He turned to look at her sheepishly.

"Ok, so I had a little fun..." Silence. "It's not like I hurt her!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

Chelsea put her hand on her chin and glared at him.

"And you want us to trust you?"

Freddy shrugged. It's not like he had tried to hurt her...why were they so mad? He stood up and grabbed a beer can from the counter. Both girls eyed him and sighed. How could they trust Freddy? He'd killed their friends!

Later on, Chelsea rushed upstairs. Jen kept an eye on Freddy as he stared back at her. He wouldn't hurt them until he could get Chelsea alone. Then he'd pull her away to the Dream World and find out her secret. Chelsea came back down and threw him a book.

"Can't trust you with anything else. Read for now." She spat.

Jen quirked an eyebrow. Since when did she get so moody? Freddy sighed and read, occasionally watching them. Jen was asleep and Chelsea was in the kitchen drawing. He set the book down and stood up. He was aware that Jen watched him as he passed.

Chelsea finished the final touch and sensed that someone was watching her. She quickly turned and Freddy backed away. She eyed him and he shrugged, not knowing what he'd done wrong.

"What do you want?"

Freddy sensed the feeling again and tensed.

"Just...wondering what you were doing." He said, motioning with his hand.

Chelsea eyed him. She couldn't trust Freddy, even without his glove. There was still so much he could do to them yet.

"I swear, Freddy, if you touch me, I will kill you." She glared at him.

Freddy shrugged and glanced at her drawing.

"What were you drawing?"

Chelsea quickly flipped it over.

"Nothing..."

Freddy leapt at her and she leapt away, frightened and startled. He grabbed the picture and flipped it over. She had drawn him killing someone....Blood, intestines, everything....

He glanced at her and she looked away. Jen came running into the room.

"What happened?"

"She had a heart attack because I was trying to look at her drawing."

Jen glanced at Chelsea, who was still getting over the shock. 'Well, Chels is a little paranoid sometimes...' She slapped her friend on the back.

"Don't worry, Chels. He's not going anywhere."

Chelsea glanced at the clock.

"Crap! We're going to be late for school!"

Both girls grabbed their bags and turned. Freddy blinked as they hauled him out the door.

Chelsea stared down the table as Jen sat down beside her. School was halfway over and Freddy had acted calm and docile... Not exactly what they had expected. Jen looked away as he sat down across from them and stared back at them. Chelsea growled and turned away to look at a cute boy.

Jen finished eating and glanced at Chelsea as she pulled out her drawing, trying to hide it from view. Jen snatched at it, being the quicker this time.

"Hey, lemme see that!"

"No!"

"Let me see that!"

"NO!"

Freddy looked back and forth at them, amazed. How they maintained their friendship was beyond him.

Jen finally snatched the paper and stared at it. Chelsea looked away and Freddy glanced at Jen.

"Surprising, isn't it?"

Chelsea grabbed it back and stuffed it back into her backpack. She turned away, blushing. Jen stared at her. Why had she drawn that? Freddy turned away and smirked. So far, so good....