Samara screamed, diving out of the way as Ghostface lurched forwards with the knife. "Come on, Sam, I only want to play a little game," He said in that menacing tone of voice. He went after Samara, who had tried hiding behind the curtains. "I can see that you're not going to play fair. Well, then you'll have to be punished.."

Ghostface lashed out at the curtains with the knife. Samara squealed and got out from behind them before Ghosty could get her. "So, you killed Chucky and Michael?" She cried out, throwing a nearby lamp at him which smashed on his head.

"Ah jeez.. ouch, um, yeah, I did," Ghostface replied, rubbing his head, "I knew I shouldn't have done this with a hangover.." He mumbled, before getting back to the task at hand and going right after Samara again.

"Well, I have to say - I think you're very talented!" Samara cried, backing away from him as he moved towards her, "In the killing field, that is."

Ghostface shrugged. "Well, it took a lot of practice.. I had to kill quite a lot of brainless teenagers before I could move on to the majors. Killing Michael Myers and Chucky is gonna work wonders for my career."

"Well, I thought you were great in Scream," Samara remarked, "You always seemed sort of.. sexy." She winked at him.

"Really, eh? Yeah, I guess I am.." He shrugged again but then raised the knife, "I'm so sorry that I have to cut you up into little pieces aswell, of course. You seem like a pretty nice girl."

"Well uh, maybe we could -" But Ghostface had lurched forwards before Samara could finish her sentence. "Wait a fucking minute!" She screamed, and Ghostface stopped abruptly. "I was going to say, before you did that, that we could discuss this like the civilized adults that we are over dinner!"

Ghosty considered it. "I guess it would be good to get outta the house once and a while. You know, sometimes it's hard being a psycho killer." He sniffed, "Nobody loves you. Nobody cares about you.."

"Aww honey, I care about you!" Samara said, getting tearful herself as she moved towards him, "You know what? I think you've got a big heart. And for you to actually have the decency to - to -" She sniffed, her voice breaking as she spoke, "Oh god, come here, honey!"

Samara and Ghostface hugged eachother tightly, and cheesy romantic music began to play in the background. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Ghostface raised the butcher knife and stabbed Samara right in the back.

She looked surprised, and in pain. Ghostface liked to see people in pain. It was refreshing.

Samara staggered backwards, choking on the blood in her mouth, and then collapsed in a heap on the floor. In her last moments, Samara wondered who this guy was, and had realised long ago when he first sprung out from the closet that it wasn't Freddy. So who was it? She would never know. She was dying. She was dead.

"Yeah right, bitch," Ghostface laughed and spat on her, "Like I'd go out with some hoe like you?"

He left the room, careful to walk over Samara's sprawled out body as he did so.

x

The very next day, Tiffany went to visit Freddy in prison. "I thought you would have busted out of here already," She said quietly as they sat in his cell together.

Freddy sighed. "Yeah, me too. I've been thinking things over though, you know?" He looked awful. Tiffany guessed it was the food they served inmates there, but whatever.. "I've been thinkin' about Nancy, and about Chucky and Michael. It's really hard to go on when I know that everybody hates me now."

"Nobody hates you Freddy," Tiffany said softly, reaching out and placing her plastic hand in his, "And I kind of have some bad news. Samara died last night. She was.. murdered." Tears burned in Tiffany's eyes as she spoke. "It's the killer. He came back."

"No shit," Freddy mused, "Well, that'll teach that bitch to accuse me of murder."

Tiffany stared at him, outraged.

"So sorry about Sam by the way," Freddy went on hastily, looking away from her, "So what's gonna happen now? Am I allowed to get outta here yet?"

"I don't know, I'll have to see about that," Tiffany bit her lip anxiously and looked at him. He looked terrible, she doubted he'd eaten for days. "Come on, Freddy. Stay strong. It's what Chucky would have wanted, isn't it?"

"Whatever," Freddy grumbled, "I just wanna get outta this shithole soon. But Tiff -" He sat up straight and looked into her eyes, "Thanks for comin' down here today. It's really great that you still trust me a little. And I didn't kill Chucky or Michael," He concluded firmly, a severe look in his eyes, "I swear."

"I believe you," Tiffany said faintly, lost in his eyes, "Anyway, I have to go now. I'll see you later, and I'll see if you're allowed out of here on bail or somethin'."

Freddy smiled at her. "Thanks, Nance - I mean, Tiff," He sighed and Tiffany looked at him quizzically, "I miss her so much. Tell her that I didn't do it and try to make her believe it, okay?"

"I will," Tiffany said, "Bye, Freddy."

"Bye, Tiff."

x

The Creeper was back, Tiffany saw, as she arrived back home. He was sitting with Nancy on the front porch. "Now honey, you just have to remember what the doctor told you: no swooping in on people unexpectedly and trying to eat their brains." Nancy was saying to him, very slowly so he would understand.

The Creeper nodded vigourously and then tried to take a bite out of Nancy's shoulder. "Ah, ah!" She said sharply, slapping one of his grimy hands away. She saw Tiffany and waved, "Oh, hey Tiffany! Look whose back!" She jerked her thumb at the Creeper, "And cured, aswell. But he's a little dumb now. He can't fly for a while."

"Oh, really?" Tiffany said pensively, not giving a shit, "Nancy, I really need to talk to you about Freddy."

Nancy's face suddenly went pale. "Forget it, I'm not listening!" She jammed her fingers in her ears and began to sing loudly.

"Nancy, It's really important!" Tiffany insisted, grabbing her arm, "You don't even know it's him and you're making assumptions. Besides, it was dark. How do you know that someone was disguised as Freddy and Lecter just automatically assumed that it was him?"

"I highly doubt that's true, Tiffany," Nancy said sharply, wrenching her arm free of Tiffany's grip, "So, if you'll excuse me.."

"No!" Tiffany was surprised at herself. She let go of Nancy's arm after grabbing hold of it again. "Listen Nancy, what about you and Freddy? What about your life together? I thought you were looking forward to being his wife -"

"Not anymore!" Nancy said dramatically, then smiled for some reason. "Wow. I should really start making movies again." She mused, then shrugged and went to walk back into the house, but Tiffany wouldn't let her go that easily.

"Nancy, it's just me, you, Freddy, Candyman, Jason and -" She sighed, "- That dude," Indicating the Creeper. "Look, I'm not asking you to forgive him. I'm just asking you to go down to the prison to see him," She smiled, her plastic face lighting up, "He's been on about you all the time since he's been in there. He misses you."

Nancy sighed, "All right," She said resignedly, bending down and placing a hand on Tiffany's shoulder, "Thanks so much for this, Tiff. I know I can always count on you to bring me hope," Tiffany laughed and Nancy smiled, "Okay. So, I'm just gonna go down there for a while. I'll see what he has to say." She gave Tiffany a serious look before departing. Tiffany stared sadly after her, hoping against hope that maybe, possibly - Freddy would start talking bullshit to her so Nancy would get all upset and then break up with him.

Oh, yeah. That would be sweet.

Tiffany stopped thinking about that once the Creeper tried to take a bite out of her neck but ended up with several broken teeth.