So here you have it, chapter five. Enjoy!
Arghh! Damn this was hard; I've never had any problems with plans before! But this time is special, 'cause no one is supposed to die. That changes things a little. Make that a lot. The only reason I haven't had any problems with plans is because I already knew what had to be done.
I hate making plans actually. I've never really planed anything I've done in my life before I met Freddy. I had expected him to be the same. Oh how wrong I was. He is like the ultimate mastermind. The man with the plan. He never rushes into anything, it's not what I'd thought. It made me realize how much there was I didn't know about Freddy.
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"Twenty questions?"
"You mean you've never played twenty questions? That's so messed up." I said with my mouth hanging open.
"Why don't you just tell me how you play and I might consider it." He said and looked up from the huge sofa.
We were currently slacking off in his house; we weren't always killing or running around in the boiler-room. His house on Elmstreet could do just as well. We'd been redecorating it to make it look scarier. It was now old and dirty, blood everywhere and torn curtains. The floorboards would creek without anybody walking on them, but it was, in its own way, kinda homey.
I was trying to make him play a game with me; a twenty questions of some sort.
"The original point of the game is to figure out who the other person is thinking about by asking yes or no questions, twenty of them, obviously. But what I wanna do is play a game where you have twenty questions and I have twenty questions and we get to ask each other anything." I said and turned a chair around so that its back was facing Freddy and sat down with one leg on each side.
"Anything? When you say that do you mean anything within a certain subject or-"
"Anything." I said, finishing his sentence with a grin.
Really, I just wanted to ask him questions but I knew he'd never give stuff like that away without getting something in return. Besides, I had no secrets from him, right? Right? Pfft, yeah right.
"Just yes and no questions?" Freddy asked and sat up a bit on the couch. I could tell he was considering this and I didn't know whether to be happy or fucking terrified.
"No, full answers. Otherwise it'd be boring." I said and shook my head. He clanged his knives together and observed a gigantic spider on the sealing.
"I suppose we could play, I have nothing better to do, it's still daytime in Springwood." The dream demon agreed. He swung his legs over the end of the sofa and stretched his arms out in front of him. "But if I say 'no', the game's over. Got it?"
I nodded excitedly, "Yes, of course." I had a secret weapon in case I needed him to end the game. He smirked and looked out the window thoughtfully.
"Let's start of with an easy one. What's your full name and age?" He said and looked at me. I sighed in relief on the inside and replied, "Hannah Magdalena Elisa Tinto Merckel, and I'm sixteen. Well, was sixteen anyway. Now I'm, what? Eighteen? Maybe nineteen. That's an odd thought."
Freddy blinked with a skeptical face and I frowned. "What? I am! I was sixteen when I got here and that was in the second film, 1985, and about a week ago the third film ended and that was made in 1987. Hence, I am eighteen."
"That's not what I was thinking about. I'm thinking about your name. It's ridiculus! Who has five names?" He said and laughed, I clicked my jaw in annoyance.
"I do!" I said and crossed my arms on the back of the chair. "And Mary Sues." I thought to myself. My friend Alaba from back home always used to point that out. It ticks me off.
Freddy is still sniggering. "The names are kinda stupid too. They're definitely not British either. Where are they from?" He said but I shook my head.
"Nonono, one question at a time. It's my turn now." I pulled my legs in under me in a more comfortable position. "My first question is; What's with the clothes?" I asked him. He sighed and rolled his eyes while saying quietly "Here we go."
"Don't take it the wrong way! I mean, you know how much I love the Trilby but-"
"The what?" I sighed as he interrupted me. "The fedora then. Your Hat. I think it's more then splendid, and the clothes are perfectly you, but I just... Why? A Christmas sweater?"
"It's not a gorram Christmas sweater!" Freddy said through his teeth and rubbed his face with the gloveless hand. "It just ended up like that. I'd snatched a little girl, the first one of many, and I brought her to the power-plant. I remember her. Her name was Samantha, cocky little bitch. Told me to call her Sam with this tiny, defiant and still pathetic little voice." He said and chuckled to himself. I was hanging on every word he spoke since he usually never talked about his past to me. "Anyway, I didn't wanna get caught obviously and I was trying to figure out what to wear. Since it'd probably get pretty messy I knew I had to wear something that I wouldn't mind getting some blood on. This is what I came up with. Then it just sort of grew on me." he finished. He was staring into space with a dreamy look on his face. I bet he liked those days.
Well, I suppose it could have been worse. Wes Craven wanted him to have a yellow and red sweater first.
"My turn." He said and straightened his Hat, focusing on me again. "How come you like me so much? Well, if you ask me there's not much to dislike, I'm amazing in every way but still. It just seems kinda, off, ya know?"
"Oh come on! That's too easy, oh well." I got up from the chair and threw myself into an unoccupied couch before continuing. "What's not to like? You're made out of awesome! You attack in dreams and I live to sleep, it's my favourite occupation. You can do anything, there are no limits as long as you have the mind. I love how your voice sounds just like you have something in your mouth when you're talking. Or how your words float together since you always speak with a growl. You are a psychopath of some sort and mental instabilities have always fascinated me. You're having fun and your humor is morbid, and so is mine." I leaned back and grinned at the look on his face. He just loved it when I praised him like that. Not that his ego was in need of inflating but still.
"Plus," I added and sat up, pulling my feet of the floor and hugging my knees, "when I was a little child there wasn't much that scared me. And then I saw the first Nightmare on Elmstreet and I was half scared to death! You have to understand that I was very small at the time 'cause when I got older it wasn't as scary anymore. The film was old with bad special effects. You could see that most things were fakes and that Robert was wearing a mask that just made his face look burnt. But when I was laying there in the middle of the night, hiding underneath the covers of my bed... Let's just say I didn't sleep so well." I couldn't help a happy little smile creeping up on my face at the thought. I was so silly back when I was seven, before I realized that I shouldn't be scared of him but be amazed by him instead. He has such an extreme persona and I love those.
"Have anybody ever told you that you're really weird?" Freddy said after a while eyeing me wearily. I laughed. "Actually they have! Well, wicked, they used to call me. But I'm not as bad as others. There was a guy who became so obsessed with you that he wanted to become you. He made a glove and everything and then tried to kill a friend of his. He messed up though, got caught. Idiot."
Next question I thought. What would it be? I knew what I wanted to ask but he might not wanna answer. Worth a shot though. "My question is, Why did you kill all of those little kiddies in the first place?"
Freddy flinched and hunched over, putting his chin in his hand. He seamed to be thinking really hard. He was silently moving his lips, forming words that never came while having his eyes closed and a concentrated frown. "I don't... remember." He said after a while, sitting up straight.
"What? You don't remember why you killed them?" I sputtered in surprise.
"That's odd, I just haven't thought of it for some time. I could guess but I'm not sure. Maybe it was because kids are cruel. I remember how they acted towards me just because of my father..s. Sure, I was a messed up kid but they sort of pushed me into it. Them and Underwood, it wasn't fair. Maybe I did it 'cause I didn't want the kids to be like that against Katherine 'cause I was her dad. I dunno." He trailed off and I stared at him with wide eyes. He noticed me watching him and gave me an odd look. "What?" he asked cautiously like he didn't really wanna know the answer.
"Oh nothing it's just that... You are so sweet." I said and fought back the urge to skip over there. Freddy moved back on the couch and pulled his feet up as if trying to put some distance between us. "I'm what you say!?"
"You're like the sweetest serial killer ever! You're doing everything for your kid, that's just adorable!" I gave in to my impulse and stood up on the couch quickly before Freddy had time to react and leapt through the air and crashed into him.
"Whatehell Hannah?! Geroff me!"
We struggled for a moment before Freddy managed to throw me to the ground. He landed on top of me since I had my legs around his waist. He put his knives through my shoulder, pinning me to the floor. "I'm not going to play if you're going to be like that." He spat. There wasn't much I could do but let him go since I was stuck.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I had to glomp you. Won't happen again." For now, I thought to myself with a smirk. Freddy got up and pulled his knives with him. "It better not. I hate it when you do that. I'm not huggable." He said and sat back down on the couch. When I moved to follow him he pointed sternly at the other couch to show that I was banned from his.
Once I was seated Freddy had figured out a new question. "Who's Robert?" he said.
"Robert? Who do you mean?" I didn't know anybody with that name, did I?
"I dunno, you said his name. You said he wore a mask in that movie when you were a kid." Freddy said and shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, you mean Robert Englund? He's the guy who plays you on the films." I explained. Freddy's eyes widened for a moment and he just stared at me.
"What? Somebody has to play you. Didn't you realize that? Without his mask and make-up he looks just like you did before you were burnt alive. You'd like him, he's cool. Maybe you'd dislike the fact that he saved Heather, that's Nancy's actor, from being electrocuted. You'll meet him one day." I said happily. I was looking forward to the time when we were in Wes Cravens new nightmare.
"I'll meet him? I thought you refused to tell me about what will happen." said Freddy.
"Uhhm... Yeah. But even if it wasn't in the films I would have dragged you with me to see him just because I want to. I'm curious at what he will do when he sees you. Not to mention the other way around. Plus, I wanna steal his glasses. And maybe some paintings. Some photos too... And autographs... The glove too of course..."
"Ya done! Seriously, stop spacing out all the time. It's fucking annoying." He said before I got a real roll going. "Your question."
"Goody. My question is where you get all your ideas from." I said, wanting a glimpse at that playful mind of his.
"Could you elaborate that?" He said.
"Well, I mean, how did you know, for example, that Debbie was scared of bugs?-"
"Who's Debbie?" He said puzzled. I realize that I was thinking one film ahead. "No-one. I was thinking about something else. I meant Taryn, and her drugs. Or Will and the chair. How did you know that? I didn't tell you." It had been, not bothering me exactly, but more like confusing me.
"I have a look obviously." He said and snorted like he couldn't believe I'd ask such an easy question. I, of course, had no idea what he meant.
"Heeh?" I said and frowned. "Your turn to elaborate."
Freddy rolled his eyes with a sigh. "I take a look in their heads, find out their fears, their wants, and memories. Weaknesses in other words." A malicious grin spread on his face. "Then I think of a way to use the most powerful of those. Scare the shit out of them before they die." He was most definitely plotting again, he can't take a break.
"Look inside of mine!" I said loudly before I could stop myself. Freddy slowly turns his eyes in my direction. "And tell me what you see." I added. He smiled unpleasantly and I could count all of his crooked and burnt teeth.
"Sure." His blue eyes suddenly turned very dark and they ran over my face. "Don't move." His voice rumbled and I tried to obey. There was a twitch in the corner of his eye and he seamed annoyed. "Will you stop thinking of me for a second?!" He hissed between his teeth and I gave him a guilty, lopsided grin. "I'll try."
We sat like that for maybe five minutes before his eyes cleared and he shook his head a bit. "Your head's a mess, d'you know that?" He said and leaned back on the sofa. I did know this indeed, but if he could tell it must be more then I thought.
"You're kind of split. You act goofy and silly and carefree, but your mind is serious and darker, more sinister. You hate being hugged but you love giving them, especially "glomping". You dislike clowns, yet, there are clowns all over the place in there." He said and I thought of this, it sounded accurate.
"I saw me in more then one place. I was standing close to a girl looking like a guinnypig or something. I was circled by a girl with pigtails looking at me like I owed her something. I was standing next to a guy in a mask that picked me up by the back of the shirt, which I do not like at all. Just to mention a few. I hope this isn't going to happen." He gave me a stern look. "Don't worry about the last one." I said "It's just a thought I had since Jason is so much taller then you." Freddy did not look happy about me mocking his height but I got away with a nasty glare. He opened his mouth to say something, probably about who Jason is, but I interrupted him before he had a chance to. "In the future, you'll see." He snorted, you'd think he'd gotten used to getting that answer.
"Anyway, you like sand. Like beaches and such, though you are a bit allergic to UV-light so you can't stay at them for long. You're sorta scared of toasters. I will so bully you for that later. I didn't see much that you are afraid off. That's mighty annoying. It would be spiders and centipedes if anything. You're not claustrophobic or scared of snakes or anything of the usual stuff. But I did find something like that which makes your skin crawl." He said.
I waited for him to tell me what it was but nothing happened. Until the couch I was sitting in began to move a little. I sat on it and held Freddy's gaze, refusing to look down and see what it was. But that was before I heard the sounds. It sounded like thousands of tiny knifes rustling against each other. I felt and heard something move through the fabric of the sofa but I would not look down. Until I felt the tiny points of needles poke at my skin.
"No!" I shoot up from the couch and leapt for the second time this day. Freddy was ready for me this time and caught me in his arms, bridal style. His laughter rang like poison in my ears. I grabbed his shoulder in I what knew would have been a painful grip if Freddy could feel pain in this world. "Get, them, the hell, away, from me." I hissed, refusing to look at the needles that were prodding out of the couch.
"I've got something on you now, sweets." He whispered with glee as the sound of the needles faded and disappeared. My heartbeats were irregular but I managed to get my breathing in some kind of control as he lowered me to my feet. "And don't you forget it."
"Don't do that again. I thought I would have a heart attack." I said and sat down on the floor, still panting heavily.
"Oh no, that would be a shame." He said sarcastically and sat down next to me. "You were right, this game is fun."
"Shut up." I said with a laugh and punched his shoulder. "Hey, wait a sec. You said you saw clowns, right?" I asked as I realized something.
"Yeah. Well, one clown to be exact. Green hair, white skin. Purple suit I think. And a creepy, big ass smile." He said thoughtfully.
"Do you think you could perhaps make a replica?" I asked carefully, trying and failing to not sound too eager. The dream demon gave me suspicious glare before looking into the corner where someone stood.
The newcomer looked right, and then left, observing the place he was in. His pale complexion almost shone out in the dark. He had his gloved hands shover down the pockets of his purple suit. I stood up and felt my jaw drop at the sight in front of me, the clown prince of crime, the harlequin of hate, the jester of demise. The Joker.
He saw me and his face split into a wide grin. "Hello there. Where am I?"
I didn't have time to answer as the shot of a gun sounded through the empty house. A round, red, gaping hole was visible on the Jokers forehead, like some invisible being had just shot him in the head. The clown fell to the ground. A hatch in the floor opened and he fell through.
I slowly turned on the spot to face Freddy. It had all happened so fast that I was still wearing the same expression as when I had first seen him. "What the hell was that?"
Freddy just shrugged from his place on the ground with a pleased smile on his burnt face.
"No no, don't just shrug me off. Why did you do that? My two most favourite people in the world were just in the same place while I was here too. This was the happiest moment in my life!" I could hear my voice going into falsetto.
"I know. You should have seen your face when I took it away!" He said before bursting into laughter. I knocked myself on the head. What had expected? I knew Freddy wasn't nice, that's part of why I liked him. Still, that didn't stop me from putting my foot in his face.
"Get a sense of humor all ready. Don't take yourself so seriously." He said and pushed my foot away. "I do not take myself too seriously! And I'll have you know that I have a great sense of humor."
I needed to end this game now. It was getting dangerous. What if he asked me why I couldn't die? I'd have to tell him if he asked, I'd promised him. "Shut your face I have a question for you."
He wrinkled his nose, he could obviously recall that I was the last person to ask a question and that it was his turn. I ignored it and spoke before he did 'cause I knew that he would end the game after I asked, "Are you gay?"
Freddy went very still. I waited patiently for the explosion. I wasn't disappointed. The house began to shake and paintings fell to the floor, the interior which we had worked so hard on all day got totally ruined. He was not happy. Lights flashed from outside and the doors slammed open and shut. I decided it was time to draw back. "Iwasjustasking'causeofwhatyoudidtoShiderandyouturnedintoagirlforJoeeventhoughIwouldhavedoneitifyou'daskedmeanditwasjustathoughtdon'tbringdownthehousepleasecalmdowncalmdowncalmdown!" I said in one breath and threw myself to the floor. The trembles eventually went away and I dared to raise my head. Freddy was standing over me with a horrible dark grin.
"Game over." He said in a labored way as if he was restraining himself from going boom right there and then.. "I'll teach you to mess with Freddy."
I was a bit worried about this punishment I was about to endure, 'cause who knows how much time it'd take for me to regenerate?
"Just don't do anything to my legs." I said and he gave them an apprehensive look before stomping on my right kneecap so it bent backwards. He grinned triumphantly for a moment before wrinkling his brow. "Wait a second." He said and gave a loud groan as he tossed me over his shoulder. I guess he'd forgotten for a second that he could not leave me anywhere unless he killed me. He had done the same mistake before and broken my legs. I didn't care, it just meant that he'd have to carry me for a while and I was more then fine with that.
"I tried to tell you, but will you listen to me? Noooo. Let's do the opposite of what she says, that'll be fun." He just gave me a look that 'said shut up now'. He only had himself to blame, 'cause now I was just by his ear and I could rant all day. He walked into the hallway and struggled to open the door to the boiler room with one hand. "I wonder, do you listen to me at all? Freddy? Fred? Hellooo? Ground control to major Tom?"
"Shut up. I'm gonna kill you. I'm seriously gonna kill you this time. I'll try with all I got!" He said and managed to kick the door open, walking down the stairs to a familiar red lit room.
"You mean you haven't really tried before?" I asked with a grin. He'd tried thousands of different things these past years. I had a lot of fun experiencing his murder skills first hand. He'd always fail though. Poor thing.
The same ol' routine then, please review k' thanks!
I can't believe I killed the Joker. I must be mad.
Hannah: You bitch! How could you go that low? Needles! I am soooo mad at you!
Jokerina: Oh, get over your self. It was funny.