Boredom. Here we go again, then.

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On Sunday morning, there was a knock at the door of 1238 Ahousethatyoushouldnotgoto. Mumbling to himself, Jason staggered downstairs to get it. As he opened the door, he found a random neighbour standing there. "Hello, I just came to return the milk carton I borrowed. Well, I actually stole it.. but, here it is anyway."

Jason said nothing and took it, noticing that it was empty. "Oh, I had to use the milk, of course. No hard feelings, though?" The neighbour smiled sweetly and turned away, ducking as Jason lashed out at him with his knife. Scratching his head, Jason then retreated back into the house just as Freddy came down.

"What are you doing?" Jason heard Freddy ask him. He sloped off into the kitchen and placed the empty carton back into the fridge, before walking into the lounge and collapsing on the couch. "Who was that?" Wow, Freddy certainly asked alot of questions. Jason chose not to answer any of them, as always.

Rolling his eyes, Freddy went into the kitchen. "Nice day, huh?" He called to Jason, "Listen, there's some kind of carnival on today. I was hoping you'd join me in some slashing." When Jason said nothing still, Freddy came back. "So? What d'you think?"

"I think you guys are up way too early."

Freddy and Jason's heads swivelled round. Then they looked down and noticed Tiffany standing in her tiny robe, smiling sweetly at them. "Oh, it's only Tiffany," Freddy relaxed and then glared at her, "What do you want?"

Tiffany's eyes fell upon Freddy's clenched claw, "Now Freddy, you don't want to get angry," She licked her plastic lips, "Just because this is a holiday doesn't mean I can't make an exception for you."

"You wish you could kill me," Freddy growled, "Now, if you'll excuse me.."

Tiffany shrugged and left them in peace. Scowling, Freddy went back upstairs to clean up. As he stared into the mirror, he jumped and saw someone he never thought he would see again for a very long time. "Oh. Hey, CM."

Candyman grinned at him. "What's up, FK?" He cocked his head to the side, smirking.

"How the hell did you get there?" Freddy enquired, giving Candyman a weird look.

"Oh, well.." Candyman coughed and then continued, "So anyway, how've you been?"

"Hm, can't complain," Freddy shrugged as he began to shave, "The women seem to be dominating the men around here. It sucks."

"Cheer up, Freddy," Candyman sighed, "It could be alot worse. You could be like me," He indicated the hook on his hand, "And trust me, being stuck in a mirror all your life isn't great. Thankfully, Tiffany let me out. So I can stay for lunch."

"You sure can," Freddy said, grinning at him, "Anyway, I have to go. See you later." Candyman nodded at him, and Freddy turned and strolled out of the bathroom, bumping into Tiffany on his way out.

"How about I make up a batch of my special homemade cookies for you, Freddy?" She proposed, smiling sweetly at him. Although she had a face to die for, her blonde hair and sexy eyes were by far her best feature, Freddy knew that he couldn't let himself be drawn in by her.

"Er, no - I have uh, alot to do today!" He said hastily, hurrying past her.

"Freddy, wait!" Tiffany called after him, hurrying after him at a slow pace, "Freddy, wait for me, my love!"

"What?" Tiffany spun round and found Chucky standing there. "Since when did you love Freddy? I thought me and you were the real deal, Tiff! And now I find out that you've been screwin' other guys! How the hell d'you think that makes me feel!"

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "I didn't sleep with him, you fucking moron. And I was only joking.. you know I only love you, Chucky," She kissed him and he didn't resist. While the dolls embraced on the landing, Samara came out of her own bedroom after hearing a loud noise coming from downstairs.

"What the hell is all that racket?" Samara yelled, as she came down the stairs to find Freddy and Jason engaged in a fight of some sort, "What the fuck is going on here?" Freddy and Jason spun around and hesitated.

"We were just having some fun!" Freddy protested as Samara yanked his arm and pulled his claw off, whilst also robbing Jason of his swords.

"You know how much I hate you boys having your little fights! Now, go and clean yourselves up! You'll get blood allover my new carpet!" Samara scolded them, hands on her hips.

"But -" Freddy began, but Samara wasn't having any of it.

"No buts, Krueger! You too, Voorhees! You heard me!" She said. Realising that they had been defeated by the notorious Samara once again, Freddy and Jason sloped off upstairs. "Tiffany, would you help me in the kitchen? Candyman's staying for lunch."

Tiffany, however, couldn't speak. She looked deathly pale as she came towards Samara. "Sam, I have to tell you something."

"You know you can tell me anything, Tiff! What's on your mind?" Samara replied, listening to her.

"I -" Tiffany began, croaking out the single word, "I think - I think I love Freddy!"

"We were just having a little fun," Freddy complained, as Samara pulled both him and