Okay, this is the seventh chapter/epilogue for TBOTP, and the final one. Here, we'll learn just why Cropsy won't die, and it'll all lead up to something big...

The Burning Of The Prowler

Chapter 7/Epilogue

As he drifted through the blue scenery, Cropsy realized he was neither dead nor alive. His eyes darted back and forth while he scanned the place, the blue streams of light fleeting from existence only to be replaced instantly, making the area eternal.

He couldn't even hear his breathing as he slowly walked by, wondering how he didn't fall through the almost fluid ground. His head no longer throbbed miraculously. He felt his chest and back. The wounds given to him by that freak with the rag on his face were gone, without a trace.

"Hey!"

Cropsy spun around as he looked for the source for the source of the raspy voice. He looked directly above himself. There floated a man who seemed to have claws, four of them, on his right hand, and a hat atop his head.

"Now, you probably have a lot of questions to ask me, don't you?"

Cropsy slowly gave a little nod before the man laughed.

"Well, I know all of your questions, don't worry. I know you well Cropsy. Or should I say C-"

At that point, the man stopped and cleared his throat. "But that's besides the point. First off, let me give you a hint as to just where the hell you are:you're in your mind, your subconsciousness. I was here as well, ever since you got your own little trimmers shoved through you. But I could hardly be blamed, honestly, after what that bitch and her boyfriend did to me in Oklahoma, but I couldn't go back to Hell either, 'cause then old Needledick-" The man stopped and spat. "Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself."

The man floated down a few feet, still shrouded in shadow. "Ever since I made myself at home in your head, Cropsy, I accidentally gave you nigh invulnerability, just like the man I need you to help me with."

With that at last, the man floated down in front of Cropsy, revealing himself in full. If Cropsy could actually use his mouth, he would have gasped. This man seemed to have burn wounds like him, except worse. The hat on his head was a fedora, and the claws were part of a hideous glove. His shirt was a red and green striped sweater.

"How rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself:Freddy Krueger, a man with bad luck with when it comes to fire, just like you. I need to be going now to do some unfinished business, but before we part, I need you to do a little job for me:I need you to kill Jason Voorhees."

Freddy took notice of Cropsy's shocked expression, and laughed. "That's right, I'm talking about Hockeypuck himself! Don't worry, though, I've studied you, and I'm sure you can handle that dumbass shithead yourself. And now, sadly, we must part..."

Freddy vanished from Cropsy's mind. A second later, his eyes flashed open.

Cropsy knew where he was. He was in a body of water.

Bursting from the depths, he clutched at the edge of the dock and spat a heap of water. Shivering, he looked up and read the sign.

Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake.

And so, with the end of TBOTP, shall come the sequel to Freddy vs Jason:WAR by Chris Vegvary. You might be saying that it's Vegvary's story, yes, but he himself said other authors could continue what he started, and now, I am writing the official sequel. I believe TBOTP is the perfect way to bridge WAR and the sequel, while standing as it's own narrative. Of course the sequel will not be coming very soon, as I must think through all of the plot details first, and I believe it is going to be the first story I will need a beta for. Well, I hope you guys have had as much fun reading this story as I have had writing it. See you for the sequel. Please review, and don't be afraid to give me ideas for the sequel if you want to.