This chapter is definitely super triggering for my friendly MI5 handlers, since I needed to google improvised explosives, and how to break into a locked window. Thoughts and prayers to my increasingly confused overseers who watch all for keywords.

I triggered Kramer murderer.

Kramer Murderer. You have had a long running obsession with a serial killer, and from that you have gained a connection with death itself. You can focus your obsession on any serial killer and forge a connection between you that will let you find them and understand their works, but be warned. The connection goes both ways.

Jason Hitpoints. 500,000/500,000. Mood. Confused.

Jason Voohrees was right outside. I remembered this from the film. I was a shitty shot, since my British blood came with a racial debuff, but from close range I wouldn't miss.

I had a quest to kill him in my first life for a sweet 500 perk points. I was gonna do it.

My enhanced senses lit up, and through the rain I saw him. A tall, muscular figure in a white hockey mask, with a tattered jacket and a machete he wanted to bury in my skull. I aimed the laser at his head, unclicked the safety, mounted the shotgun on my shoulder, and pressed the trigger.

There was a massive boom, and I saw a notification that gamer's body was negating blown out eardrums. Chunks of blood flew out of Jason's head as the very illegal explosive round ripped through his head for a sweet 3000 damage a pop. I ignored that, pumped the shotgun, and fired again, blasting another explosive shell at him. These things were designed to kill light vehicles, defeat doors, and were illegal for civilian use, but Gordon had enough money to hook me up.

He staggered, holding a hand to his head, shaking it as the blood and skull leaked out, trying to pull himself back together. I dropped the shotgun, letting it drop to my side on the sling, and drew from my inventory some ANFO. Mix some fertilizer with diesel fuel and a few other things and you had an IED. I don't care how much you can draw yourself back with willpower. It's hard to survive a bomb.

With lightning speed, the machete lashed out from Jason's hand. I instinctively pulled the explosive in front of my face, and the thick steel casing was just able to stop the blade from reaching me, the sheer force making me slide back on the wet concrete. It didn't stop the sparks from floating onto the dust.

Me? I was fine.

Resistant inventor C. Once an hour, you can ignore the consequences of one of your own devices in terms of any negative impact on you. 72 points.

The device was somehow perfectly shaped so that all of the explosive force went away from me. I was knocked back a few steps, but I was not turned into meaty gibs.

Was he? I looked out. I couldn't see a body. I wasn't sensing him anywhere. The hitpoint counter from my title was all ?s now. I felt worried. Acting on an impulse, I triggered my boosted strength perks and shifted into my child form, low in mass and high on muscle, and leapt. I felt a blade slash across my back, almost gutting me. I pulled myself up the roof tiles, pressing a hand to the bloody gash on my back as my gamer body quickly patched it up, shifting back to my base form. I needed to conserve my stamina, and weird bodies were costly.

He was incredibly fast. Stealthy too. He'd somehow cut off our connection and dodged the explosive. He was crispy, down there, but not dead. I looked out over the street, the rain blocking out any noise. We didn't have long before people called the police.

I saw him climbing up the building. I pulled a glock from a waist belt. I aimed at him, got in my stance, and opened fire. Bullets slapped into him, but each only did a hundred damage to him. My explosion had hit hard, taking out a sweet 100k, but it had not sapped his will yet.

I could feel his hatred pulsing up at me. He was taking this more seriously now. He was weaker though. His regeneration was powered by his will, and taking that explosion, even from a distance, had sapped him.

I needed to hit him harder. I started reloading the shotgun, one live round, and then the other six through the bottom. When Jason got close to the roof I danced back, keeping an eye on where he'd emerge. When he didn't, I twisted around. He had to come up somewhere.

A hand stabbed up through the roof, and dragged me down. I slammed into the attic, as Jason pulled me down. I felt my hitpoints drop and bones creak, but my durability held. I needed to escape his grip, or I was fucked. I checked with my omniscient senses and technopathy and the path was clear.

I aimed my explosive shotgun round at my leg and fired. With a bloody pop I ripped my mangled leg away from Jason's grip, leaving him a foot, and rolled away as his machete stabbed down where I had been a second ago. I propped myself up against a support beam, pumped the shotgun, and fired at his head again. His head snapped back, but he kept on coming. I pumped the shotgun again and fired, blasting his head open again and again.

He fell to the floor, the metal blade clattering from his hands. I heard screams from below- people apparently were not happy that someone was having a gun fight in their attic. I crawled over to Jason, and pulled the blade from my inventory.

Lugal-Silimmathe blade of balance. It wasn't a surefire killer, especially against someone with enhanced durability, but I'd opened quite a few cracks in Jason's implacable nature and he was stunned for now. I hefted the blade, ready to bury it in his skull. One of his hands grabbed my neck, and I felt the bones popping and snapping as I realized he was not stunned.

I trusted in Gamer's Body. My hitpoints were down to half, but till you got to zero you were fine. I rammed the blade into his head. He spasmed, cracking more of my neck, and reached a hand out to grab my wrist, squeezing hard enough to crack the bone in a second as he yanked the blade out of his head.

He was much stronger than me. I triggered Hypermobility and Limber, and with a twist of my damaged hand tossed the blade to my left hand and went to stab him again, but he moved faster than me, shifting his monstrous grip to my other hand. I pulled it away from him. I needed to distract him just for a second. He was down to 140K hitpoints after the headstab, one more would do him in.

I heard a bark as Cure leapt in, and bit Jason's head, injecting it with acid. Jason smashed his fist into him, knocking him to the wall with a crack of bones. I took the opening and stabbed him again in the head with the antimagic knife.

You have killed Jason Vohrees! Level up. Stat point and 10 perk points awarded.

Quest completed. Mamma's real boy. You gain 500 perk points.

I had more important things to do. I got up, and staggered over to Cure, hopping from my mangled leg. He was breathing hard and whining from the pain, his legs twisted at an odd angle, his ribs broken in. I immediately burnt 400 of my new perk points, granting him Gamer's body D and Gamer's mind E. I wasn't gonna let him suffer when I could help, and he'd repeatedly saved my bacon, even he would respawn in time.

"This is gonna hurt, Cure." I said. I looked into his sad eyes and sensed understanding. With my powerful medical perks I pulled his bones back into place. Gamer's body took ages to pull bones back into place, it was easier to help it along. Using a plank from a crate and some tarp I fashioned a makeshift splint for their two more broken legs, and fixed them in place. Cure just looked at me sadly the whole time.

Then, picking them up along with the machete, I left through the same roof window Jason had snuck in, and jumped to the next house, scrambling up onto the roof. My bloody leg ground against the roof in agony, and I winced as I pulled myself up. I staggered over to the next house, and with a running leap, jumped to the next roof. When I landed I slid, the wet rain making my landing harder than it needed to be. I twisted, wrapping my body around Cure to protect them. I managed to right my fall before it happened.

Being insanely strong for my body had its pros. I checked my stats.

Name: Peter/ Gibb Smith

Job: Defeat Jason and Freddy

Patron: Maturin the wise

Level: 11

Title. Kramer Killer

HP: 13/176

Stamina: 11/236

Strength: 27

Constitution: 16

Dexterity: 20

Intelligence: 12

Wisdom: 19

Luck: 12

Those were some shitty stats. The only stats above 1 were strength and dexterity, which were a measly 10 and 8. I guess this is what it was like to be a horror movie protagonist. Just enough strength to run away dramatically, and no constitution so you collapse on a root while screaming.

I'd thought that having 1 or 0 in a stat was the sort of thing where you needed to be in a hospital to have someone take care of you, but apparently not.

The stamina was a concern. Massive bloodloss sapped that, and I needed to keep moving. My body was trying to heal the massive damage, but the lack of food in me was slowing the regeneration. I also needed to keep evading police for setting off a terrorist weapon and using illegal firearms. I slid down a pole, landing on my good foot, and hopped across the fence of the suburban house. There was a family inside, huddling around a phone, looking terrified at the explosion that had gone off just recently, ignoring their big turkey roast. The door was open.

I snuck around them, and pulled out some cables from my computer bag. I had kept a big nest egg of perk points in case of some emergency, and was starting to regret doing so. I should have bought a larger inventory and taken some food and a rope. This would do for now.

I tied the cables onto the machete of Jason, and bought a throw weapons perk.

Hunter. You are competent with using common thrown weapons, and can normally hit with thrown weapons. 25 points.

With my new access, I better understood the maths of how this would work.

I had a throwing skill of 56. This common perk would grant me +30 to that, giving me a 86% chance of success at a common task, assuming no modifiers. I could then apply a common debuff to a chosen enemy as well.

I stepped out, smashed the glass window looking into the house with my elbow, and tossed the machete at the turkey. It handed with a thud, skewering the meat. I yanked it back, stealing the meat from the family. They'd thank me for the theft if they knew it was in pursuit of stopping a serial killer, but I still felt a bit guilty. Dropping 1220 dollars on the floor to pay for their smashed window and missing turkey, I fled back to Cure with my prize, and hopped another fence into a neighbours garden.

No one seemed to be watching. We huddled under a tree, out of sight of most, and both tore into the turkey. It seemed a little dry, but I would give it a 6/10. With the extra food inside of me my regeneration accelerated. Cure enjoyed some strips of turkey as well.

A few minutes later I heard the sound of cop cars and fire trucks. I had just set off an explosion in the middle of a street, shot up the attic of a house, and then left with no explanation.

I wiggled my new foot around, the foot bare. The skin was very smooth. No calluses. Looked like regenerated limbs started off soft. I checked up my A rank perk.

Gamer's body A. Gain an advanced form of the gamer's body. You can heal enough damage to kill a man in 10 minutes, and you have no need for food or water so long as you murder someone at least once a day. You are being watched by Freddy, and he's coming to get you. All physical stat debuffs are reduced by a maximum of 50%. You have some degree of resistance to physics alterations which would negatively affect you and can survive in extremely harsh environments.

Jason hadn't counted as a murder for this. So, undead didn't count? I looked over the status screen, trying to martial some focus. That fight had been intense. My head and ears were still ringing and I was already exhausted. Something felt off. I leaned in to inspect the description.

Blue hologram arms ripped out of the status symbol and grabbed me, holding me still, and dragging me even closer. Freddy Krueger's face ripped its way out of the status screen, staring at me.

"You're a gamer? I'll make it a triple AAA game. You're in prime time now!" As I struggled, he yanked me forward, smashing my head against the status screen. I felt my head go woozy as my skull cracked.

You have taken massive brain injuries! 50% all stats debuff, negated by gamer's body.

He yanked me forward again to smash my head in, but I moved quickly. The knife came up to stab him. He jerked back, away from the knife, and pulled me in.

I landed with a roll on hard concrete and looked up.

I was in my gamer power. Sometimes when I really focused I could see the machines that powered each skill, each perk, or title. I was inside, surrounded by metal contraptions that towered over me. High in the sky I could see the world, through the twin points of my eye, see Cure looking down at me worried.

Mist floated around me, each movement dragging the cloying liquid around. This was, I sensed, Krueger's influence. He was tying down my power, trying to slow me. I pulled out my knife.

I still had Lugal-Silimma. It was time for Krueger to die.

Next time he faces off against Krueger in his dreamworld. The MC believes in Kramer and knows about him in detail, which is a definite weakness for a belief powered fear monster, but he's in home territory. Who will win, the master of dreams, or the gamer?

Bloodredrosesrise- Jason is a tough dude. He's taken massive amounts of hits before, grenades, and he's incredibly fast and stealthy. As such, it took Macgyver at least two pages to defeat him, because he kept the dagger. I know a lot of people expected it to be a temporary power, but no. I like having an equalizer. It's like The Boys. It's not a decisive weapon that will win any fight, but it's a hidden weakness to supernatural monsters that equalizes the fight to physical skill.

Mistersnx. Ass kicking is the way.

Poundweed. I love dead by daylight, and have played hundreds of hours. If you have any perk ideas, do say.

Justananimefan. I have a lot of ideas, like Alien Isolation, but a limited time. Part of the reason I was happier doing this is I haven't played Alien Isolation for ages. To properly do the game justice I'd need to do a playthrough or watch a walkthrough. This film is a lot easier.

Next time, Macgyver vs Freddy.