Will, Lori, Gibb, and their friends parked the van outside Westin Hills, where Will used a keycard taken by Mark to open the door and ushered them inside.

"This place is massive." Gibb commented. "We'll never find the pills."

"Then let's split up." Stubbs suggested. "Freeburg, Linderman, with me. Lori, Will, Gibb, check downstairs."

Everyone nodded, and Gibb followed Lori and Will downstairs, where they found over a dozen kids laying on gurneys, with tubes in their mouths, and their eyes covered with cotton swabs. Some of the swabs were tinged red with blood.

"What happened to them?" Lori gasped.

"This is the D wing." Will announced, grabbing a sheet of paper. "For the ones who couldn't stop dreaming. Says here they overdosed on Hypnocil."

"Who would do this to them?" Lori asked.

"Your dad's name is at the bottom of all these charts, Lori." Will said, giving her the papers. "I think he thought he was trying to help them."

"And instead, he put them in comas." Lori finished. Disgusted, Lori walked out, where she was soon followed by Will and Gibb. The three of them began to walk back up the stairs, when the lights began flickering on and off.

"What the Hell was that?" Lori asked.

"Let's go check it out." Will suggested, and the three quickly ran up the stairs, finding the hospital's pharmacy. What caught their eyes was the fact that all the Hypnocil bottles were littered amongst the floor, with their caps open.

"Shit, they're all empty!" Gibb shouted, chucking one of the bottles across the room. Just then, Stubbs' body came crashing through the door, looking fried by electricity.

"Holy shit!" Gibb yelled, looking past the cop's body to see Jason Voorhees himself towering over her.

"Gibb, come on!" Lori called out, dragging her out of the pharmacy. Just as the three of them bolted out of the room, Gibb looked back at Jason, seeing him tilt his head, possibly in confusion, before following them. Unbeknownst to her, Voorhees wasn't planning on harming her… just her friends.

Gibb, Lori, and Will ran down the hallway, with Rollins slamming the door shut, where they found Freeburg grinning with his hands behind his back.

"Freeburg, we gotta go, man!" Will called out, as Lori and Gibb ran past the stoner.

"Let me handle this, bitch!" Freeburg snarled, just as Jason kicked down the door.

Gibb's eyes widened, stopping dead in her tracks. That grin, the tone of his voice…

Gibb whirled around, seeing Freeburg holding syringes of a red liquid in each hand. With a chill, she realized that Freddy somehow possessed the stoner kid, and was most likely going to put Voorhees to sleep.

"Come to Freddy!"

That was all Gibb needed to break out running towards the possessed teenager. Yes, Jason killed Trey, someone who was abusive to her, but for some reason, she couldn't just let Freddy get the upper hand.

"Gibb, no!" Lori screamed, but her friend didn't listen, and kept running towards the undead killer.

"These are my children, Jason. Go back where you belong!"

The Freddy possessed Freeburg raised his arms with the syringes, just as Gibb shot her arm out. In an instant, she felt a needle pierce her skin, and a partial amount of the sedative was injected into her, before Freeburg backhanded her away and stabbed the rest of the syringes into Jason's neck. As Gibb fell to the floor, she looked back to Jason, who looked down at her body.

The moment Jason saw the girl's form crumple to the floor, his fist tightened around his machete. Even as whatever that was that the kid injected into him made him weaker by the second, he tapped into his rage and swung his machete across the kid's midsection. The stoner gave a startled expression, before he was completely cut in half, and Jason's body finally gave out. As his body fell to the ground, he just hoped he didn't land on the girl in the baseball cap...

Gibb found herself back in the boiler room, this time with Jason standing over her.

"You." Gibb gasped. "Why did you kill Trey, but spared me?" Jason tilted his head in confusion, not knowing why the girl was still hung up over her abusive boyfriend. "Why Jason? Why did you go after him, but stop that guy at the rave from taking advantage of me?"

Jason shook his head, and looked around, wondering where he was. He'd never been in a place like this before, where everything was iron pipes, and saturated with a crimson light.

"I know Trey was a bit of ass, and he'd say a bunch of stupid shit, but…" Gibb stopped, apparently having an epiphany. "You killed Trey because of how he treated me."

Jason turned around and slowly nodded. Gibb smiled sadly, but then looked up, seeing an older woman walking across a metal catwalk.

"Jason. My special, special boy… I'm disappointed." Jason looked up, seeing his mother walking towards him. "You disobeyed me. You were supposed to come back home! Just kill a few of them! But I blame myself. I should've known you wouldn't be able to stop killing. You are a like a big stupid dog who won't stop eating! Even when your master says you've had ENOUGH!"

Gibb and Jason heard demonic cackling around the boiler room, and they looked around, trying to pinpoint the voice. Out of the corner of her eye, Gibb saw Freddy walking along the catwalk, clicking his blades together.

"Time to put this bad dog to sleep- for good!"

Freddy jumped down to slash at Jason, who pushed Gibb out of the way, before chopping Krueger's arm off with the finger blades.

"Not my arm!"

Jason proceeded to cut off his other arm, but Freddy quickly got up, and his limbs grew back in an instant. As Jason swung his machete again, the dream demon caught the blade with his hands, wrenching it away and sending it flying into a pipe. Krueger didn't give Jason a break, and sent a flurry of punches to his face, before kicking him into a boiler.

"Welcome to my nightmare." Freddy sneered, and he began to telekinetically throw Jason back at the boiler, as well as sending his machete and other objects colliding into him.

Gibb got up and prepared to run towards Jason to help him, but was stopped by someone grabbing her shoulder. Smith turned around, facing Trey once again.

"You're leaving me for that undead hockey puck, Gibb?" Trey admonished. "You smoker bitch!"

Trey slapped Gibb across the face, hard enough to send her to the floor again.

"What, am I not good enough for you now?" Trey asked, lifting his foot up to smash into her face. Just as his shoe came down, Gibb rolled her body out of the way, before getting back up and punching her former boyfriend in the face, putting all those hours hitting a punching bag to good use.

"You were never good enough!" Gibb yelled, repeatedly punching Trey until his face began to get all bloody. "I don't know what I ever saw in you!"

Gibb continued punching Trey until he fell to the floor of the boiler room, his face bloody and bruised, and she kicked him one final time, before turning back to Freddy and Jason. Her eyes widened in shock, as Freddy was still telepathically throwing Jason across the room, complete with pinball machine sounds. At last, Freddy let Jason fall to the floor, where he dropped one of the boiler room's gigantic boilers onto him. Much to the dream demon's dismay, Jason was still breathing, despite half his body crushed.

"Why won't you DIE?" Freddy yelled, leering at Jason. As Gibb silently spectated, Jason threw the boiler off of him, and flung Freddy across the room. Krueger's form smashed into several pipes, causing the place to start showering with water, and the crimson light changed to an emerald green.

"Come on!" Freddy taunted, as Jason stomped up the catwalk to where he was, Gibb following close behind. He was so close to slashing his machete down, but stopped, seeing the stream of water in front of him. Confused, both Freddy and Gibb looked around, and they both realized at the same time it was the water that stopped Jason.

"So you're afraid of something after all." Freddy chuckled, and he caused the entire boiler room to rain down water.

Jason looked around the room, seeing water everywhere, and he grew afraid. Normally, he wouldn't care about the water at all, being unkillable, but he quickly found that this demon in front of him could actually hurt him in this world. That, added to his traumatic memories of drowning as a child, became too much for him.

Jason dropped his machete, and reverted back to the form of when he was a child, sniffling and sobbing, much to Gibb's horror.

"Aw, isn't that sweet. You ugly little shit." Freddy taunted, ripping off Jason's hockey mask and revealing Pamela Voorhees' head. "Now there's a face only a mother could love!"

"Jason!" Gibb screamed. "Get up! You can't let Freddy win!"

"Not now, bitch, I'm busy!" Freddy snarled, and with a wave of his hand, Gibb felt herself being flung backwards. Just before she hit the boiler room's pipes, she felt herself wake up, and found herself in the back of Will's van.