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"Nancy!"

Freddy was delighted to see her. Nancy stiffened and folded her arms, walking into his cell and sitting down opposite him. "Well, come on. Say what you have to say, and it better be worth it." Nancy said sharply, "Tiffany told me to come. She said you missed me."

"Of course I do!" Freddy exclaimed, "Nance, you gotta' get me outta' here. Samara's dead and you know I didn't do it!" He looked at her, feeling exasperated. Nancy sighed and raised a hand to her forehead.

"How do I know you didn't kill her? You could have visited her in her dreams.." Nancy bit her lip, "Freddy, I want you to be straight with me. Did you kill Chucky, Michael or Samara?"

"No! I didn't!" Freddy said at once, "I loved those guys, Nancy. Just like I love you."

Nancy's eyes narrowed. "Really?"

"Yeah! And when I said, just like I love you, I meant like.." Freddy trailed off for a moment and then continued, "..Like, I mean, I don't love you like I loved them -"

"Okay! Shut up!" Nancy exclaimed, "Now, seeing as I'm a very gullible young woman, I will see if I can get you out on bail," Freddy's face lit up but Nancy gave him a serious look, "But! You'll still have to attend the trial."

Freddy groaned. "Trial? Why? I didn't do anything!" He muttered.

"Yes, but they don't know that, silly," Nancy sighed at him and stood up, clutching her handbag "Honestly Freddy, sometimes I don't know if you're a man or a mouse."

"I'm neither," Freddy grumbled, head in his hands.

Nancy considered this. "Oh, right. Anyway, I've got to run to the store for some morpheine. But I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise," Her eyes twinkled and Freddy saw love in them again, "But Freddy - don't get impatient and do something you'll regret. Remember, I'm always watching you."

Freddy was like, woah, seriously freaked out. "What? How the hell can you watch me in here?" He enquired.

"I had a secret camera installed," Nancy cackled after she spoke, then stopped, looking anxious. "Although, don't look for it. Because.. it's not there. I was lying when I said secret camera in that strange voice. Lying. Don't look up, Freddy!" She called after him as she left the cell.

Freddy stared after her, then did exactly as she had told him not to, and looked up at the ceiling. Sure enough, a small camera had been installed in the cell. It was watching him even now, surveying his every move.

"Fuck off, will you?" Freddy growled. Then he almost forgot it was there, because he was too busy thinking about Nancy and the others. Oh, when he got out of there, he would gut whoever had murdered Chucky like a fish. It would be painful. Heck, it would even be worse than Debbie's death in Nightmare 4! Oh, yes..

Freddy began plotting, and laughed like the evil madman he was. But he wasn't a man, like he had pointed out to Nancy before. Anyway, he laughed and plotted for a while before he grew bored and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

x

When Nancy returned to Horror House she was extremely high on morpheine. Forgetting that she had forgotten to go back and visit Freddy again, Nancy walked drunkily into the house and halted in the doorway. "Hey, Tiffany!" She yelled, giggling.

Tiffany looked up at her. "Oh, hey." She said, "So, did you go and see him?"

"Sure, sure.." Nancy said, "We talked about mice and other various things.. and he said he killed Chucky.." She laughed and her eyes rolled up and down, "So, how was your day?" She added happily, stumbling slightly but managing to sit down.

Tiffany was shocked. "What? He actually admitted it?"

Nancy looked blank. Then, she burst into song. "Row, row, row yer' boat, gently down the streeeam, Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a -" She coughed and forgot the words to the rest of the song. "Oh, yeah, he did. Why?" She grunted, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again.

Tiffany said nothing for a moment and then grabbed hold of Nancy's shoulders. "Nancy, you've got to tell me the truth. Did Freddy confess or not?" She threw Nancy a serious look, hoping that then the stupid girl would give her some answers. Nancy looked puzzled, then laughed loudly.

"I won't tell you nothin'!" She yelled, jumping up, "Hey, it's pretty dark -"

Then, while Nancy Thompson lay unconcious on the floor as she had just seemingly fallen asleep, Tiffany played back what the girl had just told her, and wondered if Nancy was telling the truth, or if it was that damned morpheine talking.

x

Later on, Tiffany, Candyman and Nancy were sitting in the lounge. Nancy had only just been aroused from her unconciousness by Candyman, who had been worried that she was dying. Unfortunately, she was very much alive but couldn't remember anything of what she had done that day.

"God, I must have been loaded," Nancy groaned, "What were you saying, Tiffany?"

Tiffany said nothing. She was trembling, but didn't realise it. Nancy and Candyman were staring at her oddly and she supposed they had reason to. Tiffany hadn't spoken to anyone all day since Nancy had told her what Freddy had admitted to doing..

"Hey, Tiff?"

Tiffany looked up. "What?" She sighed.

Candyman looked worried, "Uh, I was just saying to Nancy that we haven't arranged the funerals for Chucky, Michael and Samara." He said lowly. He looked as if he was ready for Tiffany to start screaming at him, but she didn't.

"I know, I know," She said, "I'm sorry, Candyman. I've just been really busy lately trying to cope with it all.."

Candyman nodded, "Yeah, I know. But I was thinking.. maybe we should bury Samara with Michael or something? I mean, it's what they both would have wanted, right?" He paused and rolled his eyes, "Or what Samara would have wanted, anyway."

"So, Chucky just has to lay in some stupid grave all by himself?" Nancy piped up.

Candyman looked over at her and sighed, "Uh, no, Nancy -"

"You know what?" Nancy stood up suddenly, causing the chair she had been sitting on to fall to the ground, "What is the deal with you, Candyman? I mean, you just sit there and tell us that we have to throw someone's body into a grave or some shit."

"Um, that's generally what you do when somebody dies, Nancy." Tiffany said sharply, getting sick of her.

Nancy stared at Tiffany in disbelief. "So, you're just taking sides now, right?"

"You know Nance, when you first came here, you were kind of crazy. Now though? Well, you've just completely fallen off the deep end," Candyman chipped in, glaring at her, "Just shut the fuck up, all right?"

Nancy sneered at him. "Oh, really? Well, I can do that," She stormed out of the room, almost tripping up as she did so. Tiffany shook her head at Candyman and the two of them began to discuss what Nancy had said before.

"Really? She said that?" Candyman laughed, "Tiff, you shouldn't believe everything that chick says. She's a fucking lunatic, for christ's sake."

"Well.." Tiffany bit her lip, "I just don't know anymore. Listen to me, you have to help me with the funeral arrangments."

"What? But I thought -"

"Yeah? Well, just listen to me. I want all three of them buried together. I want the service to be short and sweet. I'll dig the graves in the back yard.." When Candyman raised an eyebrow Tiffany scowled, "Well, then you'll help me."

"Okay, but one question. Are you going to let Freddy come?" When Tiffany didn't respond, Candyman went on, "Tiff, he's gonna get out on bail soon. He's got the trial, but what if he goes free? What'll you do when he comes for you?"

Tiffany didn't know. Then, something suddenly occured to her, "I thought you didn't believe me when I said I thought Freddy was the killer," She said bluntly, staring blankly at him.

Candyman sighed, "Well, I don't know what to think anymore, Tiffany. But if he gets out, I'll protect you. We all will."

They hugged, and Tiffany squeaked: "Even Nancy?"

Candyman laughed, "Well, she's always been a great friend to you, right? And yeah, she's one crazy chick, but she's still loveable." He smiled and licked his lips. "Alas, I remember when I used to lust after her when she first came here.."

Tiffany stared up at him. "What?"

Candyman looked like he'd been struck dumb, "Er, nothing. Anyway.." He pulled her into a hug. Tiffany hugged him back, but thought over all all they had talked about. It would be a hard thing to do indeed, but she had to plan the funeral for her late husband. Besides, she had nothing better to do.

Back in his cell, Freddy sat alone in the darkness. "I'll be out soon," He growled to himself, "And then, when I do get out, there'll be hell to pay."