Jason found himself drawn towards a cornfield on the outskirts of the town, hearing rock music playing in the distance. Figuring that more children were being 'naughty', as his mother said, Jason ripped off a tall, iron pipe from nearby machinery, and proceeded to stalk through the field, searching for his next victim.

Gibb wandered around the rave, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, as she heard Freeburg talking about Trey and Blake with other partiers. Unfortunately, the words weren't flattering in the slightest, and Gibb slowly walked over to the stoner to hear what he was saying.

"Cops said Blake committed suicide apparently in grief over Trey."

"Nah, that's bullshit. I heard some guy cooter killed him. It's the name my parents don't say so they don't shit themselves."

"Yeah, I heard that Freddy freak used to live here." Freeburg laughed. "Fucking gutted Trey like a goddamn turkey man. His intestines and shit were on the floor, and… aw shit, sorry."

Gibb's anger took over for a moment, and she threw her cup at Freeburg, sending the contents splashing all over him. Smith quickly got another drink, and left the rave, going deep into the cornfields. After taking a couple more steps, she completely passed out, falling backwards onto the cold, muddy ground.

Gibb looked around, seeing herself in the cornfield again, where she saw something move amongst the trees. Unfortunately for her, it was too fast, and she didn't see who it was.

"I'm dead for one day, and you're already out getting shitfaced?"

Gibb's eyes widened in shock and horror, seeing Trey's head poking out from one of the corn stalks. His face was deathly pale, and it looked like he was using his hand to hold his head up.

"Same old Gibb!"

"Trey?" Gibb gasped. "I-I can't believe it."

"C'mon, let's go." Trey muttered, and turned and walked away. When Gibb hesitated, he turned back, and said with malice, "Babe! Don't make me ask you twice, okay! NOW!"

Gibb dropped her beer and cigarette, and walked in after him, finding a large grain silo. Without a moment of hesitation, she slowly walked in, seeing the workings of a boiler room that was tinted in red light. In the middle of the room was Trey, still holding his head up by his hand.

"Trey, what the Hell is wrong with you?" Gibb asked, worried.

"Well maybe it's the fact I got a machete shoved up my ass, then my spine snapped in half!" Trey yelled.

Just then, the silhouette of a man wearing a hat and having knives for fingers appeared, causing Gibb to gasp loudly. Smith backed up, towards the door, but turned around to find that it was replaced with a wall.

"Where's the door?" Gibb shrieked. "Where's the door?!"

Suddenly, the vague outline of a face burst through the iron wall, startling Gibb and making her scream in terror.

Unbeknownst to Gibb, in the real world, one of the party goers wearing an abundance of glow sticks named Frisell followed her into the cornfields. The glow stick-wearing teen looked around, seeing no one followed him, and crept over to Gibb's unconscious form, getting on top of her and kissing her neck. While he was taking advantage of her, Frisell didn't notice that Jason Voorhees was watching, hidden in the corn...

Gibb ran down the halls of the boiler room, screaming and turning a corridor when she thought she saw the burned man's silhouette, then saw he was right in front of her. Just like last time, he wore the battered fedora, red and green sweater, and the glove with the knives on the ends. Gibb screamed, and turned to run up a flight of steps, only for the burned man to appear in front of her again.

"Nowhere to run, Gibb!" the burned man cackled, clicking his knives on the railing.

"You're the one who killed Trey!" Gibb gasped, trying to remember what his name was. The cops said it was Freddy, Freddy who?

Freddy Krueger.

"Don't worry about my little errand boy." Freddy snickered. "The only thing to fear… is fear himself!"

Gibb screamed, and fell off the platform, landing on a set of lockers, before crashing onto the floor. Running out of options, Gibb opened one of the lockers, crawling inside, where she frantically looked out to make sure Freddy couldn't find her. While she was in the locker, Gibb felt strange marks on her cheek and neck, almost like she was being kissed. Gibb looked down at herself, but quickly realized that whatever was happening, it wasn't Freddy.

"You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!"

Speaking of Freddy, he finally found her, and ripped off the locker's door.

"Peek a boo, found you!" Freddy laughed with glee, and prepared to go in for the kill. Suddenly, Gibb's vision changed. No longer was she in the boiler room, she was now back in the cornfield. And on top of her was the glowstick wearing guy, who was just beginning to pull her pants down.

Gibb screamed in pure terror, and vanished from Freddy dreamworld, causing him to have a look of disappointment.

"Aw, things were just getting fun." Freddy shrugged.

Gibb woke up and saw that Frisell was still on top of her, where he had just finished pulling her pants down. Smith screamed loudly, begging for help to come, but everyone was too busy getting wasted to pay attention, or even care.

"Might as well give up." Frisell smirked. "No one's coming."

Unknown to either of them, Jason watched the whole ordeal, and he felt even more angry than usual. At first, he had planned on just killing the both of them, but upon looking closer, Voorhees realized that not only was the woman unconscious, but she was not enjoying it when she finally woke up. Jason remembered how his mother spoke in hushed tones that she was raped by a man in a bar, and she didn't enjoy it. The memory shook Jason with rage, and he gripped the iron pipe so hard, it began to dent from his strength.

Before the glow stick wearer could enter Gibb, he felt a strong hand clamp him on the shoulder and pull him up. As he was spun around, Gibb screamed, where they both saw a man who was well over six feet tall, wearing a hockey mask. He was wearing worn, tattered clothes, and his head was a decaying black. The smell alone was foul, and Gibb wrinkled her nose in disgust. Strapped to the behemoth of a man's side was a machete. With a chill, Gibb realized this must have been the 'errand boy' Freddy mentioned who had killed Trey, and she screamed again.

Before Frisell could open his mouth, Jason rammed the pipe through his ribcage, causing him to cough up blood and go limp. Jason heaved the pipe upward, sending the rapist's body flying through the air. The whole time, Gibb watched, paralyzed with fear, as the hockey mask wearing murderer turned his attention to her. Gibb gulped, bracing for her death, when the undead giant did something she didn't expect: he reached out his hand, as if to help her up. When she hesitated, Jason lunged towards her, grabbing her by the shoulder and easily lifting her up onto her feet. For a moment, Gibb remembered that this was the monster that killed Trey, and she turned tail and ran back towards the rave.

Jason tilted his head in confusion. He thought he had saved the girl. So why was she running? Voorhees decided to follow her through the cornfield, intent on finding out why she was afraid of him… and to kill more naughty children.

Gibb continued running through the corn, eventually tripping and landing face first in the dirt. When she looked up, she was found by Shack and his friend, who were busy getting high and drinking Everclear.

"Hey, Gibb!" Shack said wildly. "Having fun?"

"Listen, there's some psycho in a hockey mask who's killing people!" Gibb shouted frantically. "He's the one who killed Trey!"

"Man, you must be really wasted!" Shack's friend grinned. "Good for us, we can have a little fun ourselves!"

Shack grabbed Gibb and, despite her trying to kick either of them, he and his friend were stronger, and Shack's friend started to lift her shirt. Just before he touched the edge, Shack looked up in confusion, causing his friend to turn as well, where they saw a man in a hockey mask towering over them.

"Well hey, Jethro!" Shack said, wearing an idiotic grin. "This is a rave, not a Halloween party! Why don't you go find a pig to fuck?"

"Yeah, mind your own business! It's invite only, cornpoke!" Shack's friend added, prodding his finger at Jason's chest. "And you. Weren't. Invited-"

Jason had enough of this annoying teenager, and with his supernatural strength, grabbed his head and twisted it around 180 degrees, snapping it instantly.

"Son of a bitch." Shack murmured, while Gibb let out a small scream. Seeing her chance, Gibb elbowed Shack in the stomach, causing him to let go of her, and she fell to the ground again. As Jason pushed the other teenager's body to the ground, Gibb wanted to back away, but her body wasn't responding to her brain's commands. Then, for the second time that night, Jason reached out his hand again to help her up. This time, Gibb quickly grabbed his undead hand, and was gently pulled back up on her own feet.

Just as Gibb got back on her feet, Shack grabbed the remains of his Everclear and threw them on Jason, splashing him from head to toe. The undead giant turned towards him, just as the alcoholic teen shoved a torch into his torso, lighting him on fire.

"Burn, motherfucker!"

Jason was unfazed by the fire, and pulled out his machete, shocking both Shack and Gibb.

"Oh shit." Shack gasped, and he went running back to the rave, while Gibb ran in another direction, hoping to find Lori.

After running all the way back to the rave, Gibb crashed into Lori and Will, who were joined by Freeburg and another kid they knew as Linderman.

"Gibb, where were you?" Lori asked, concerned.

"Guys, I know who killed Trey." Gibb gasped out, but something caught the corner of her eye. Shack was running out of the corn stalks, clearly terrified, when a flaming machete flew through the air and embedded itself in his chest. Shack spat out blood, before crumpling to the ground, revealing the undead slasher right behind him, still on fire.

"Oh my God." Gibb mumbled. "We have to go, now!"

Will nodded, and he, Lori, Gibb, Freeburg, and Linderman all ran towards a blue van decorated in graffiti, where they started to pile in. Before taking a seat, Gibb took one last look at the hockey mask wearing killer, wondering why he would save her after killing her boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Jason hacked and slashed his way through several partiers, killing them with ease. One such teenager was stupid enough to throw more alcohol on him, causing the flames to erupt, and he stabbed downwards, killing not only him, but also a person in a blue baseball cap who appeared passed out behind him, and was slumped over a keg of beer. The stab went through both teenagers, as well as the keg itself, and foam began to spray out, putting out the fire that was burning Jason. Voorhees tilted his head in slight amusement, before continuing to kill more teenagers. After all the closest teens to him were slaughtered, he looked around, sparing a glance at the girl he saw earlier, the one he saved from being taken advantage of. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a strange connection, and began following the blue van she climbed into.

Back in the dream realm, Freddy was beyond pissed off. Just as he was about to kill some drunk girl with a blue baseball cap, her chest exploded out of nowhere! He knew it wasn't him who did it, that wound was way too big for one of his knives. It had to be Jason Voorhees. He should have known he wouldn't have stopped!

"She was supposed to be mine!" Freddy roared, smashing his fist against a boiler room pipe. "Mine! MINE!"