While Linderman and Freeburg were discussing who the hockey mask killer was, Gibb looked down at the floor of the van, pondering why he saved her from being taken advantage of… twice.
"Was that the dream guy, Freddy Krueger?" Freeburg asked.
"No, it was someone else!" Lori exclaimed.
"Well who cares about some dream dude, what the Hell was that?" Linderman asked.
"I dunno, but that goalie was pissed about something." Freeburg commented, while smoking some weed. "Hey Gibb, what do you think?"
"I-I don't know." Smith replied, still staring at her shoes. Freeburg shrugged, as Will stopped the van.
"Aw shit, your dad's here, Lori."
Lori's father walked up to the side of the van and tapped on the window, ordering Will to roll it down.
"What were you all doing out at night?" Mister Campbell asked angrily. "There's a masked killer on the loose!"
"We know, Dad." Lori told her father. "We… we saw him at the cornfield."
"What were you doing there?" Campbell asked, then noticed Freeburg with his weed. "I see. Come home, Lori. You could've been in danger."
"Mister Campbell, I was there with her." Will spoke up. "We all made sure we got out of there."
"I don't want to hear another word from you, son." Mister Campbell pointed an accusatory finger at Rollins. "You ruined everything! You and your friend!"
"Will, what's he talking about?" Lori asked. Will sighed, and looked at his girlfriend.
"I didn't move anywhere. I was in Westin Hills." Will explained, shocking Lori and everyone else. "Your dad sent me there."
"Why?" Lori asked, angrily looking at her father.
"I sent him there to protect everyone." Mister Campbell reasoned. "To protect you."
"From Freddy Krueger?" Lori pressed. Her father looked at her with a pained expression, before nodding.
"Yes. It didn't take long for the police and everyone to realize Fred Krueger came after people when you were dreaming." Campbell explained. "We sent anyone with nightmares to Westin Hills, and gave everyone else a medicine that would stop them from dreaming. Eventually, the town forgot about Fred Krueger, and we've had four years of peace because of it."
"And now we've started it up again." Will's blood ran cold. "Word spread after Trey's death, and now he's going to start killing again."
"He already has." Gibb reminded everyone. "He killed Kia. Probably Blake too."
"Lori, how about you come home?" Campbell suggested. "It's been a long night. Please, you need to rest."
"First Trey, then Blake, and now Kia is dead, Dad." Lori told her father. "We have to find a way to stop him."
Mister Campbell had a saddened expression on his face, and he stepped back.
"I just don't want to lose you." Campbell whispered.
"You won't." Lori smiled. "But this has to end."
Lori's dad nodded, and Will slowly drove off, heading over to Mark's house.
Will parked the van right next to Mark's home, and they all ran to the window, which was barred. There, they saw that Mark was fast asleep at his desk, and Will started banging on the window to wake him up. Suddenly, Mark's back lit on fire for no reason, and he flailed around the room, before finally pressing his face to the window.
"Somebody help me!" Mark uttered, before falling to the ground. Everyone was shocked, especially when Mark reappeared at the window, where his face was slashed three times by an unseen assailant.
"What the fuck is that?" Linderman yelled.
"It's Freddy." Gibb realized. Sure enough, Mark turned around and died shortly after, revealing a message branded onto his back:
Freddy's back.
Will, Lori, and their friends all decided to leave and discuss matters in Freeburg's basement, surrounded by abstract art. While Will, Gibb, Linderman, and Freeburg were busy talking at the table, Lori sat in a couch behind everyone.
"So why don't we just leave?" Linderman suggested.
"Won't matter, Freddy will follow us." Will said grimly. "We all know him, and we all fear him. It's that fear that gives him power. We're marked now."
"Man, fuck that Freddy clown!" Freeburg yelled. "What kind of pussy goes after you in your dreams, anyway? Now that big motherfucker back at the cornfield, he was scary. I'd like to know what his name was."
"His name is Jason Voorhees."
Everyone turned their heads to the basement's entrance, seeing one of the police officers from the station reveal himself. He held his hat in hand, and the badge said Stubbs.
"How'd you find us?" Linderman asked.
"Nothing personal, but the Scooby van out back wasn't subtle." Stubbs proceeded to pull a set of keys from his pocket, and tossed them to Freeburg. "Also, never leave your keys in the door."
"Great. We're fucked." Gibb muttered.
"Relax, I'm here to help." Stubbs reassured her, and sat down. "Now, Jason Voorhees supposedly drowned back in '58 when he was a little boy. The counselors weren't paying attention, and when his mother went on a killing spree, they murdered her in self defense. Legend has it, Jason kept coming back from the dead to punish those who would dare enter the camp. I think this is just a copy cat."
"Bullshit." Linderman spat. "He got lit on fire and was still kicking like it was nothing. This guy's the real deal."
"Impossible. Jason's dead." Stubbs shook his head.
"You better check that, because someone's fucking with reality right now." Freeburg.
"Kinda makes sense." Will noted. "What if Freddy brought Jason back, because he was too weak to kill us on his own? What if he used Jason, to make everyone think he was back, but now that Freddy has his power again, Jason won't stop killing?"
"So Jason was the one who killed Trey." Gibb realized. "But why would he save me?"
"Jason Voorhees saved you?" Stubbs asked, which Gibb nodded at.
"I was passed out in the cornfield, and some asshole tried to take advantage of me." Gibb explained. "When I came to, Jason grabbed the guy on top of me, and then killed him."
"Strange." Stubbs furrowed his brow. "Normally, he would have just killed you both. Perhaps he didn't like seeing you getting raped."
Suddenly, Lori screamed, causing everyone else to rush to her side.
"Lori, are you alright?" Will asked, shaking her. "You were asleep!"
Lori opened her hand, revealing a bloody, burnt ear. With another shrill scream, she dropped her to the floor, where Stubbs stomped it into the ground.
"I pulled that out of my dream!" Lori exclaimed.
"That's impossible!" Stubbs told her.
"Man, anything's possible!" Freeburg facepalmed. "You just don't get it!"
"Jesus… two killers." Gibb said solemnly. "We're not safe awake or asleep!"
"It's not sleep that's killing us, it's our dreams." Lori interjected.
"At Westin Hills, Mark and I never had dreams." Will pointed out. "We were on this drug called Hypnocil. They never said what it was for, but everyone was taking it."
Freeburg went over to his computer and typed in Hypnocil, bringing up a document on it.
"Hypnocil. Experimental drug." Linderman read off. "Not even approved by the FDA. Used for dream suppression."
"We all need those pills." Lori declared, turning to Will. "Can you get us back to Westin Hills?"