So, where were we? Ah, yes.
So anyway, Freddy had managed to slip past Michael Myers and had gone to terrorise the teens of Elm Street. Hoping that he wouldn't bump into that psychopath Nancy Thompson again, Freddy went on tip-toe (which made him look quite stupid) into a random garden and went up to the house. As he turned the door knob, he cried out as the door opened and two brunnette teens appeared.
The teens blinked at him. "Yes?" One of them said slowly, blinking at him.
The air was catching in Freddy's throat as he fought to speak, "I - I was wondering if your mother was home." What? What the hell was that?
"No, she's not," The taller teen said, standing infront of the smaller one. She looked quite strong, but obviously not as strong as Freddy himself. He laughed as he thought about how strong he was, untill the teens began to give him weird looks and he fell silent.
"Well, fine. But - I'll talk to you, then," Freddy continued hastily, flashing them a grin, "It's - It's about that blender I lent your mother. Could I possibly have that back?"
The small girl suddenly piped up, "Oh! I'll get it for you, Mr - ?"
"Krueger," Freddy spat, feeling utterly defeated as the girl rushed into the house and then dashed back holding a blender. "So.. you kids ever thought about 'hanging out' with a strange man before? I'm really 'cool' and 'b - blingin'!'" He added, striking a pose. The teenaged girls stared at him for a moment before laughing in his face and slamming the door shut.
"Maybe I just lost my talent years ago after that fight with Jason," Freddy moped, hanging his head as he turned and walked off. The girls hadn't even been afraid of him.. was he really losing it after all? No, that wasn't possibly. Freddy Krueger would show them.
Then, to his horror, he spotted Nancy Thompson heading down the street with a couple of friends. Screaming, Freddy dived into a bush, realised that he shouldn't have screamed and then waited for Nancy to approach him. She did, and Freddy swore he could hear giggling as he stared up at her.
"Hello, Frederick," Nancy said tartly, "Nice day, isn't it?"
"What's with the accent?" Freddy questioned her, raising an eyebrow at the English accent she was putting on.
"I think it suits me, don't you?" Nancy replied, smiling sweetly at him, "Anyway, ta ta, Freddy."
Freddy stared after her as she walked off, and scratched his head. It was then that he noticed Chuck waddling towards him, "Freddy, we have a problem. Myers found out about the whole 'stalling' thing, and now he's - he's -" Chucky was close to tears now, "Well, let's just say - he's not gonna wait untill next halloween!"
"So?" Freddy murmered, folding his arms, "Just do your thing."
Chucky blinked at him. "My.. thing? What?"
"Y'know. Your thing." Freddy said impatiently with a sigh, "That thing where you pretend that you're a doll but you're not, and then while you're pretending to be all cute and innocent you think up some strange and gruesome plan to thwart your enemy?"
Chucky considered this for about a second, "Yeah. That got kind of old, Freddy. The last time I pulled that off was way back in '86."
"You weren't even alive in '86!" Freddy exclaimed.
"Sorry, '88. I guess I'm just getting on a little bit, eh?"
Freddy scowled. "Well, he can't kill me anyway. I'm already dead, dumbass." He retorted, laughing in Chucky's face and walking off.
Chucky caught up with him, "Yeah well, I'm dead too!" He replied, "But Myers can still cause damage to the both of us!" There was a look of fear etched in his plastic face, "And - I saw him - p - picking up a box of m - matches!"
Freddy stopped dead. "Are you sure?" He enquired, feeling the world crashing down around his ears.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Chucky insisted with impatience, "So, are you gonna fight him off or what?"
"I can't fight that bastard off, Chucky! We all know that my greatest fear is fire! Honestly, have you ever watched any of my movies?" Freddy exclaimed, staring at Chucky like he was mad. "Let's just run off to Mexico and start over. Maybe they have an Elm Street over there. It could be Ellemeo Street, or something. What's Elm in Mexican?"
Chucky raised an eyebrow. "Did you ever go to school?" He asked.
"Well - Well, how about you? You're a piece of plastic, for gods sake!" Freddy argued, snarling at him.
Chucky sighed. "Here we go again. I was a human before Tiffany resurrected me, remember?"
"Speaking of Tiff, aren't you gonna bring her with us?" Freddy enquired.
"Well, I was joking before. I can't live without my baby!" Chucky said, turning and starting back to the house.
"Where the hell are you going? I thought you were gonna come with me!" Freddy yelled after him, staring after Chucky in disbelief. As Freddy ran after him, the two of them stopped dead, spotting Michael heading towards them clutching a knife and a box of matches.
"Oh my god.." Chucky whispered, "This is it. This is it, Freddy."
"I can't believe it," Freddy hissed, "Look at him. He looks so determined. I'm sorry about everything, Chucky."
"I'm sorry too, dude! I'm also sorry that I borrowed your walkman and then lent it to the Creeper," Chucky replied, giving him a quick hug, a look of suspicion on his face, "Which, I never got back, I might add.." He shrugged, "Maybe he was just hungry."
"Look," Freddy growled, as Michael strode towards them, "I'll see you in hell, I guess."
"Yeah, you too," Chucky mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and waiting anxiously.
When Michael finally came up to them, he cleared his throat, "Frederick," He said, nodding at Freddy, "Charles," He added, nodding at Chucky, "I.."