Blah I've been gone but now I'm back and here is a new chapter for you lovely people.

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It was Saturday night, so of course Freddy, Chucky and Michael were sitting watching Saturday Night Live. The girls, AKA Samara, Nancy and Tiffany, had gone out clubbing and had left the men alone. Freddy sighed while Chucky slumped back in his chair. "You know what you guys? I don't think we kill enough anymore." Freddy said finally, glancing at them both with a serious look on his face.

"What? Of course we still kill alot you dumb fuck! Hey, remember the time - ?" Chucky broke off, trying to remember, then stopped. "Yeah, you're right. This blows! We haven't killed anyone in like - a month or somethin'! We have to get outta here and make some fresh kills before we go beserk!"

"Sounds like a plan," Freddy mused, then swivelled round in his seat to face Michael, "What about you, Mike?"

Michael said nothing because he couldn't talk, but nodded vigourously. "Then let's go!" Chucky said quickly, jumping up and turning off the TV. Freddy and Michael nodded and followed him out of the house, all three of them looking around for the women who didn't seem to be coming home. "Damn it's late. I'd appreciate it more if Tiff was here to help me out.." Chucky sighed in the cold night air.

"You mean you need a woman to help kill somebody?" Freddy said incredulously, glancing at him wide-eyed, "Just relax. We'll find somebody and we'll gut them like they've never been gutted before. Okay?"

Chucky smiled and felt reassured, "Yeah. Okay."

They walked out of the house and the girls were standing there. Freddy stared. Chucky stared. Michael stared.. at Nancy's breasts. He had never seen breasts before as Samara's hair was always covering them.

"Mike, quit gaping at my girlfriend's breasts!" Freddy exclaimed, lashing out at Michael with his claw. Michael ducked and whimpered. Tiffany was just like.. woah. So was everybody. It was weird because Michael was supposed to be a cold blooded killer and he was afraid of a claw. Shocking.

"What are you guys doing out here?" Tiffany enquired, frowning, "Charles Lee Ray! You get your fat ass back inside that house right now!"

"I'm goin, I'm goin!" Chucky mumbled, turning and walking back into the house.

"My boyfriend was called Glen," Nancy said dreamily, staring into space.

"Uh, yeah. Right. I killed him like - years ago, Nancy. Jesus, stop livin' in the eighties will ya?" Freddy bonked her on the head and Nancy looked at him, the most shocked she'd ever been since, like, ever!

"How dare you abuse a woman," She said coldly, walking away from him.

"Hey, Nancy, wait a second!" Freddy went after her and then froze on the spot. Nancy had seen it too, she looked up and there he was, the Creeper himself, swooping down and closing in on his prey..

WILL NANCY BE OK? DOES ANYONE EVEN REALLY CARE IF SHE'S OK OR NOT?