Okay, this is PART 1 of the very last chapter! Thanks everyone for r&r-ing this piece of crap anyways. I might write another sequel to this one in the future. Soo anyway, we're about to find out who the killer is.. ok, whatever. Read on.

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Very early the next morning, Tiffany and the other remaining residents of Horror Hall rose to begin the funeral preperations. Nancy was in charge of invitations while Candyman was in charge of digging the plots out in the backyard where Chucky, Michael and Samara would be buried. Tiffany, meanwhile, had ordered three coffins on Ebay the other night, and was busy loading Chucky, Michael and Samara into them, with help from Jason.

At around 10:30 Nancy returned from visiting Freddy for the fourth time that morning. The door swung shut behind her, and she glared at Tiffany, who was trying not to look at her. Holding her head high, Nancy stormed off upstairs.

Tiffany sighed and banged her plastic fist down on one of the coffins. "God, this is all going to hell.." She muttered, suddenly feeling sick. "Jason, could you take over for a while? I'm gonna go and help Candyman in the backyard."

Jason grunted and nodded curtly at her. With that, Tiffany left him alone and went outside to talk to Candyman. "Hey!" He called to her as she stepped outside, "I'm almost done. Will this plot be big enough for all three of them?"

Tiffany's eyes dropped to the huge hole in the ground. "Mmhm, that should be fine," She said, her lip trembling. "Jesus Candyman, Nancy isn't even talking to me anymore. I don't get it, we've been such good friends for so long now.." Tears burned in her eyes and threatened to spill down her plastic cheeks, "Hey, I need to tell you something. But you have to promise that you won't tell, all right?"

Candyman let the shovel he had been holding drop to the ground. "Yeah, what is it?" He enquired as they sat down together on the bench.

"Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but.." Tiffany closed her eyes briefly before opening them, "A long time ago I told Samara something. A secret. I need to tell you now as she's gone and I don't have anyone to talk about it with.."

"Okay," Candyman replied casually, waiting.

Tiffany took a deep breath and continued. "A while ago I started having feelings for Freddy. And.. then I kinda' - fell in love with him." She blushed boiling crimson as Candyman's jaw dropped. "Oh, stop looking at me like that, you jackass!" She slapped him hard but he still gawped at her.

"So you think that's why she's pissed at you?" Candyman said in a high-pitched voice, still goggling at her.

"I don't know.." Tiffany said, and she didn't know to be honest. No, Nancy couldn't have found out. Unless.. she had been to visit Freddy four times that day, so what if he'd confessed his love to her infront of Nancy?

Tiffany grinned. She could only hope for that.

"Err, anyway. Don't we have a funeral to plan here? Is it gonna be like we're just chucking the coffins into the whole and saying some words to eachother?" Candyman cut in, feeling pretty uncomfortable.

"Yeah, something like that," Tiffany mumbled, "I have to stand up and say shit about Chucky and the others. You do too, though. We all have to say something."

Candyman groaned. "Why? Why can't we just dump them in there and say 'amen' or something?"

"Because that's not how funerals work, silly!" Tiffany snapped, jumping down from the bench, "Listen, don't tell anyone about - you know.. Especially Nancy. Don't say a word to her." She sounded awfully serious so Candyman vowed not to speak to Nancy about it.

A while later the guests began to arrive, and the funeral began.

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Nancy sat by herself, her arms folded. She pouted. Yeah, she was really angry. Tiffany had forbade her to read out her speech! Well, what a fucking bitch that girl was.. she was a doll, Nancy could finish her off whenever she wanted to..

So anyway, the turnout at the funeral was pretty surprising. Rachel Keller and her geeky weirdo son Aidan were there. Just before the ceremony Rachel even came up to Nancy and asked her: "So.. she's really dead? This isn't just some sick joke, is it?"

Nancy turned to her and sighed. "No, it's not a sick joke. Why, who the fuck are you, anyway?" She enquired, not in the mood to be pestered by this strange looking woman who, by the way, seriously needed a new hairdo.

"So you watched the tape?" Rachel went on, ignoring this. Nancy stared down and saw that Rachel was clutching a tape in her hands.

Nancy stared closely at the label. "Oh yeah, Freddy and I watched that a few months ago. The plot was rushed and the FX were fucking shit!" She exclaimed, rolling her eyes, "He thought it was great, though." She laughed, "Samara actually came out of the TV exactly a week later. Of course, we'd been watching Star Wars then, so I was really glad she did it then." She looked up absently, "Hm, good thing I'm already dead, isn't it?"

Rachel was left standing there looking like an idiot whilst Nancy went off to fetch a bottle of brandy. Meanwhile, other guests had begun to arrive. There was Dr. Noah Wyle, Tall Man, Leprechaun, Pinhead.. so many others that Nancy didn't even recognise.

"Hey there, princess," John Saxon said, appearing at Nancy's side.

Nancy shrieked in surprise and relaxed, "Oh. Hey, daddy. I thought you couldn't make it today?"

"Nope, turned out Hell was rather busy today so I got away pretty easily," Sax grinned at her, "So, how's it been? I mean, life living with a bunch of psychotic maniacs?"

"Hm, can't complain," Nancy said conversationally, shrugging her shoulders, "I still can't believe the turnout today.. well I suppose Michael was one of the best slashers in history, but nobody even liked Chucky or Samara that much.."

"Hmm, true," Sax looked over at the very dead Morgans, who were crying and being consoled by Rachel Keller who at the same time was still questioning them about a video tape. "Jeez, funerals are always so.. depressing."

"You mean like Mom's?" Nancy smiled, "Yeah, that was pretty depressing. But we might aswell just get this over and done with.."

"Hey, Nancy! Get over here!" Candyman yelled at Nancy, who rolled her eyes and went off to join Candyman and Jason.

A few minutes later Tiffany came up to Sax, who was dumbfounded at the sight of her. "Hey there sweetface. So, you're Nancy's father?" She winked at him, "Oh, you don't look a day over twelve, mister."

Nancy heard. She saw. She came charging towards Tiffany. "Tiffany! You bitch! Trying to sweet talk my father!" She shrieked, bending down to slap her.

Tiffany's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Ooh! Slut! Bitch-slapping meeee!" She slapped Nancy right back, who lunged for the doll. The two of them rolled around on the grass, kicking and screaming, biting and slapping, whilst everyone came around to watch.

Nancy grabbed Tiffany's hair and managed to throw her off. Tiffany hit a tree, and when she had managed to get back up again, Nancy saw the side of her face was dented.

"Haha! Bitch!" She screeched, pointing and laughing. Other people were pointing and laughing aswell. Tiffany felt the tears spilling down her plastic cheeks. Oh, how she wished that Freddy was here. He would surely dump Nancy if he saw what a bitch she was being to her..

"Hey, what the fuck is goin' on here?"

Nancy turned, and almost fainted. Tiffany craned her neck to see what Nancy was looking at. She almost fainted, too.

There, standing but a few feet away from them, was Freddy.