They had found his body the very next morning. Well, it wasn't that hard to miss, was it? Everyone was pretty much devastated, especially Samara, who bawled like a baby for most of the morning going on about how she and Michael were some sort of couple..like please girl, give it a rest.
They were all sitting at the kitchen table. Nobody felt like eating anything, and besides, Samara was their cook and she didn't look or feel up to making anything. Silence.. nobody was talking. It's because they were devastated, about Michael, you know?
"We need to talk about this," Nancy said firmly, standing up, hands on her hips.
Samara glared at her. "No, we don't."
"Yes we fucking do!" Nancy exclaimed, "Samara, you fucking think what happened to Michael was an accident? It was murder, Sam, fucking murder!"
"Well you'd better stop fucking swearing then," Freddy grumbled, and Nancy shot him a look that told him to stop talking.
"I'm just saying that what happened to Michael was no accident, don't you guys agree with me?" She looked round at them all in despair but they didn't look back at her. Samara did, she was glaring at Nancy, almost hating her. Why couldn't she just let it alone? Why did she have to bring all this shit up?
"I kind of agree," Candyman said lowly, "You guys, Michael was gutted. No way did he do that to himself."
"Yes! Exactly!" Nancy said gratefully, almost breathlessly.
Tiffany looked rather distant. "It's just like what happened to Chucky.." She sighed, "I'm sorry Sam, but I agree with Nancy. Michael was murdered, and you know it."
"So what if I do? You think I want to hear this right now?" There were tears in Samara's eyes as she spoke, "I don't want to talk about this right now you guys. I just want to grieve and mourn, and then maybe make myself a latte. Is that too much to ask?"
She stared at them all and they didn't speak. Samara nodded, "Okay then. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to work."
She made to get up but Nancy grabbed her arm, "Sam, you shouldn't be going into work today." She said, staring at her sympathetically.
"Yeah, you look positively fucked up," Freddy said whilst playing with a deck of cards, and Nancy wanted to slap him.
"Wait a second, you guys don't think that this could be the work of a serial killer do you?" Candyman interrupted.
Everyone goggled at him. "What? Are you serious?" Samara exclaimed, "No, no. I bet it was just some demented crazy guy from some institution.." She sighed, "No, you guys. Michael wasn't murdered. The sooner you realise that the better." She got up and left the room. Everyone stared after her as she left.
"God, you guys, what the fuck - ?" Freddy slammed his fist down on the table in anger. Nancy put her arms around him.
"I think he was murdered," Tiffany said absently, glancing at the two of them, "C'mon guys, we have to do something. What if it's one of us next? They already got Chucky and Michael, so whose gonna be next?"
Freddy stared at Nancy. Nancy stared at Jason. Jason stared at Candyman. Candyman stared out of the window.
"I think it could be Samara," He said, "So maybe we should all stick together so this crazy killer doesn't make mincemeat out of another one of us huh?"
"Woah, you're accusing Samara or saying she's next?" Freddy shot back at him, wearing a scowl.
"I'm not saying either," Candyman replied angrily, "I mean, it could be her for all we know!"
"Wait a second, we were all standing there and we all watched Chucky get killed! And I saw Samara standing next to me and I saw the rest of you guys aswell," Nancy interjected suddenly, a thoughtful look etched on her face, "So then.. how could it be one of us?"
They all pondered this. "I know who it is," Freddy growled, "I fuckin' know who it is."
"Who is it?" Nancy asked him.
"It's fuckin' Glen! It's that bastard!" Freddy exclaimed, "I should have known, you know? He's always been against Chucky. Ever since Seed.." There were tears in his eyes, "I'm gonna hunt down that bastard and fuckin' kill him. Who the fuck does he think he is?"
"Calm down honey, you don't know it's him," Nancy said calmly, trying to console with him.
Freddy shook her off impatiently, "Hey, I know I'm right, okay? Don't you guys believe me?" There was a knock at the door. Nancy gave Freddy's shoulder a quick squeeze before hurrying off to get it. She returned looking rather pale. Alongside her were Samara, Hannibal Lecter and Deputy Dewey Riley.
"Dr. Lecter told me he saw something last night," Samara said coldly, and she glared at them all, "He saw someone with Michael, last night."
"What?" All of them cried, listening intently now.
"He says he saw someone wearing a dirty brown hat, a red and green sweater.." Samara was pale and she looked at Freddy, whose eyes were extremely wide now, "He says the person had extremely long arms and a metal claw thing."
Everyone looked at Freddy. Freddy looked at Nancy. There was something burning in her eyes and Freddy knew at once that it wasn't love. But he hadn't killed Michael.. he would never do that..
"Frederick Charles Krueger, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder," Deputy Dewey said lowly.