"There's gonna be one thing ya gotta hit, then ya hightail it outta there an' I'll take care a the rest," Freddy explained. Duncan nodded, taking it in.
They were in Duncan's "room", or the basement and no longer in the boiler room. They were still in the Dreamworld, Freddy being there and all, but in a recreation of the seven year old's house.
"Now, whatever ya do in here," Freddy continued. "Is what's goin' on in the real world. So whatever you hit HERE, will be hit THERE. Get it?" Duncan nodded as a noise rang from upstairs downwards, loud footsteps followed by a CRASH and multiple curse words. Duncan froze as light flooded through the crack the doorway couldn't hold back.
"Your dad eh?" Freddy suspected. Duncan nodded again. "Don't worry, kid. You just knock his head as hard as ya can with that bat you'll be fine. 'Course ya gotta say my name 'fore ya do that." He looked at him. "You'll do that right?" It was more of a command then a question.
"Y- yes, of course, sir," Duncan stuttered, fearing what would happen if the plan go arye. He gulped.
"Ya know, if ya can't do this I'll be more than happy," Freddy vollunteered.
"No it- its fine, sir," Duncan said. He took a deep breath and made his way up the creaking old stairs covered with dust, gripping the bat tightly. Archie unnoticeabley fell from his grasp, bouncing lightly down the steps directly in front of Freddy.
He picked it up with hid declawed hand, looking it over with somewhat intrest. Quickly and visabley, it began to heal...