Author's Note: Oh, wow, I'm updating this thing again, uhhh…go me! Yeah, after so many requests and things from a story I had long since abandoned, I decided to continue this story once again since I really did miss doing this thing. A couple changes have occurred but this story should continue right from where Chapter Three left off. I'm not as creative as I used to be with this story but I'll damn well try my best. Oh, and the changes should be noticeable from here.
Krystal let out a loud scream as she awoke sweating from her nightmare filled sleep. She had dreamed so many awful things, one of them really so frightening that she couldn't bear to recall it. She had dreamed what Katrina was dreaming now; that she was once again being tortured and locked into Freddy's Hell of a dream world. "Oh, God, it was all just a dream," she muttered, wiping the sweat off her forehead and lying back on her pillow. Then, she suddenly sprang right back up. "Or was it a dream?" she asked herself.
"Krystal, child, are you all right?" came the soothing voice of her mother, Amanda Yes, her mother's name is Amanda, see if you can pick up the significance in that "Yeah, it was just a bad dream, Momma!" Krystal called back. "Are you sure, child?" Amanda called again. "You were screaming an awful lot, child. Do you want me to give you something to drink or some medicine to calm you down?" Krystal looked over to the glass of water she had knocked down when she'd woken up from her dreadful nightmare. "Maybe some more water, Momma, but, that will do it," she replied. "All right, child!" said Amanda. Krystal listened as the faint sounds of her mother's footsteps died down and she fell back into another sleep, hopefully, a restless one….
The next morning…
Everyone met back up at their usual spot under the sun outside of Krystal's home. Katrina looked shaken and like she hadn't slept period, Will pretty much the same. Jason had retained his normal mysterious stance, no one knowing how the night had been for him because even though he couldn't be seen underneath his tattered visage, he held a dead emotionless look. Krystal, while standing next to Jason, held that same look, a dead cold emotionless one as though she held a mask of her own. "I take it no one's night was peaceful," Krystal broke out amidst the silence. "Of course not, because I had nightmares, awful, awful nightmares of….of HIM!" Katrina cried out, shaking even more so while Will tried to calm her. "And those nightmares are going to keep coming unless we figure out a way to silence Freddy….for good," Krystal pointed out. "And how do we accomplish that, Krystal?" Will inquired. "Freddy obviously didn't go down the last time and that took us all we had." "How about we sit and think about that for a while, Will?" Jason suggested. "Let something come to us?" "Good idea, Jason, it's probably the only good idea we have now," Krystal replied. So, another everlasting silence followed as the group sat and thought of ideas when suddenly, after a long while, Jason had one….
"I've got it!" he cried out. "Krystal, I remember now, is friends with the animals of the forest that's just down here, right?" "Yes, but, I haven't talked with my furry friends in a while," Krystal responded. Krystal actually had quite a magical sense about her. She could talk to animals in no ways regular people could and could do things that normal people wouldn't even be capable of doing. "Well, I was thinking, perhaps we could go to them for help," Jason suggested. "That sounds like a great idea, Jason, just one problem," said Krystal. "What's that?" Jason asked. "Freddy lives in the dream world, how can I get my furry friends of the forest to help us defeat someone who's in an entirely different world?" "Well, we'll figure that part out, this is all we have to go on," said Jason. "How about it, Krystal?" Krystal sighed. "All right, if it's the only thing we can do," she said. Katrina and Will agreed with the idea and the group set off to the forest while, Freddy, in his mysterious dream world, sat and watched, tapping his claws and thinking deviously of his next plan to hopefully foil what the group had in mind.