The Shape lurks through the shadows with ease, slinking from place to place without arousing any suspicion. Stopping for a moment, its' gaze rests on an all too familiar face trying to peer through the darkness from a car; Loomis, the only person to truly know his potential. Before Loomis can spot him however, he steps back and disappears behind several buildings, his emotionless gaze steadily fixed on Loomis the entire time, calculating his next move.
Once Michael was sure he was far enough away, it resumed its steady pace towards an unknown location, eyes flickering side to side for any unsuspecting victims. Soon enough, it's deadly gaze rests on two passed out drunks, snoozing peacefully unaware of the danger. Changing direction with finesse, Michael is illuminated by a streetlight for less than a second before wrapping its hand around the nearest drunks throat. Eyes snapping open in a drunken alarm, the man can't even fight back against the alert killer as his trachea is slowly crushed like a soda can, blood dripping from his lips and his breathing becomes laborious. With a sickening crunch, the life is squeezed from the unknown drunken man as his partner obliviously snoozes on.
Michael ruthlessly moves on to the next man, this time severing his throat in one clean slice it watches with emotionless eyes as the man wakes up gurgling and choking on his own blood, fear filling the air; soon enough his own body stills and his light dies out and Michael turns to continue his bloody rampage.
Incredibly, he is immediately met by a pair of smiling girls wearing pristine white dresses; marred only by rips made from what appears to claws. As soon as they notice it has spotted them, they hold hands and start singing in sweet innocent voices a twisted nursery rhyme.
"One two, Freddy's coming for you. Three four, better lock your door-"
At this point Michael attempts to stab one of the girls only for them to appear behind him and continue singing; grins growing inhumanely large as he follows their every movement like a cat watching a mouse.
"Five six, grab a crucifix." They both giggle loudly as they sing the last line.
"Nine Ten, never sleep AGAIN!" The sweet little voices morph into something demonic as they roar the last and final line; the surroundings changing into the glowing red boiler room of children's nightmares.
Michael remains as emotionless and unfazed as it always does, turning its head almost robotically to scan and analyze the room. This behavior only angers Freddy more as his temper reaches a boiling point. He approaches Michael with eyes aflame and fists clenched, ready to start swinging. "How dare you steal what is mine...I gave you direct orders and just like Hockey Puck you managed to fuck it up. Actually, you didn't fuck it up, YOU DESTROYED WHAT LITTLE FEAR THEY HAD OF ME YOU RETARDED SILENT COCK SUCKER!"
Most people would have cringed or fled in fear at this display of rage and anger, but Michael isn't most people. The entire time Freddy vents, his eyes stay locked with Freddy's, growing colder and darker with each fiery word that is sent his way. Cocking his head to the side as if curious as to why he is so full of rage, but is really examining Freddy's weaknesses and strategies.
Michael's silence also serves to make Freddy almost froth with hatred as he spits out, "WHY IS IT THAT EVERY PAWN I CHOOSE HAS TO A SILENT RETARD THAT CAN'T FOLLOW ORDERS? I SIMPLY TOLD YOU TO KILL A FEW KIDS AND WHAT DID YOU DO? BLEW THEM FUCKING SKY HIGH."
With his anger vented, Freddy chuckles as Michael approaches with slow steady steps. "You know what freak? You're in my world now and here; I control everything."
Michael continues approaching, but to his confusion doesn't make any progress. Freddy snickers and with the flick of his wrist sends Michael crashing into the side of a boiler. The impact leaves a dent and Michael is sent to his knees. However, it gets back up just as quickly, resuming its pace towards Freddy.
Freddy growls low in his throat as the man before him shows no signs of submission. "What will it take to get it through your thick skull that you're just a pawn?!" Michael, still moving in place, reacts to this by throwing his knife into Freddy's heart. Freddy groans comically as he falls to his knees exaggeratedly. "Oh no, whatever am I to do?!" Michael tilts his head in slight surprise at the man's antics. Why didn't he die? Freddy stands up with a cocky smirk on his face as he removes the knife with no blood and tosses it across the room as Michael watches intently.
Unbeknownst to Michael, Freddy is buying time to gain control over his body; forcing him to drive towards another old friend that could perhaps be the solution to end both Michael and the mystery "friend". "Did you really think it would be that easy Michael? You're in my world now BITCH!" Freddy snarls, launching himself at the beast before him with his clawed hand ready to tear.