It wasn't that she found herself in her bedroom when she knew that she was just in the hospital that made her realize she was in a dream. It was that all of her wounds and bandages were gone. In fact, her body was in pristine condition. Even her white pajamas were so clean they were practically glowing. Nancy stood up from her bed, glad that it no longer hurt for her to move, when her door creaked open. She wasn't afraid. Fred Krueger was dead and there wasn't anything for her to be afraid of anymore.

Standing in the doorway was her father. "Daddy?" she gasped.

"Hi there princess." he said, smiling, moving closer. His eyes were no longer red and his skin was smooth and clean. He looked better than he had in years.

"But-but you're…" Nancy stammered, amazed.

"I just came to say goodbye, and that I'm sorry I never told you about Krueger," Donald told his daughter, "I didn't want you to have to grow up with that kind of trauma. I just wanted to protect you. You were so young, so innocent." He reached out his left hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb. Nancy's eyes started to water. "You're my little Nancy; you'll always be my little Nancy. I love you so much."

"I love you Daddy." Nancy said, choking back her tears, and threw her arms around his neck. Donald wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against him. His left hand pressed her tighter against him.

A sharp stabbing pain went into Nancy's stomach. She gasped hard and looked down. On her father's right hand was Fred Krueger's razor-fingered glove, whose blades were stuck halfway into her abdomen. Dark red blood trickled down her white pajamas. She looked up, terrified, to see the man holding her was no longer her father, but the man she thought she killed, for the second time.

His appearance was even worse than before. Most of his flesh was melted off, revealing the cracked bone underneath. His nose was completely burnt off, leaving only a rotted hole in the middle of his face. His clothes were torn and were singed so bad the red and green stripes were barely visible. His eyes were shriveled and blotchy dark purple, like two rotten grapes. What was left of his lips peeled back in a grin, his charred skin crackling. His teeth were busted and so dirty they were almost black.

"Boo," he growled, "Got you." He pushed against her back, shoving the knives deeper into her. She threw her head back and howled in pain as he forced his blades even further inside her, then shoved them up into her ribcage, tearing her insides. More blood gushed from her opened stomach, as well as her mouth.

Freddy let out a satisfied sigh and cradled her body in his arms, his left arm under her back and his right holding her legs. He carried her out of her room into his boiler. The boiler was different as well. It seemed darker, more nightmarish, and now flames were shooting from the pipes, making the boiler even more closely resemble hell.

Freddy held Nancy upright against a wall, holding her arms above her head, and chains descended and wrapped around her wrists and lifted her up several inches off the ground.

"I win." Freddy chuckled. He ran the back edge of his index blade up one of the cuts on Nancy's stomach. "So, what game do you want to play now?"

Nancy spit blood in his face. The glob of saliva and blood flew through his open cheek, landing directly in his mouth. "Fuck you!" she hissed, her blood dribbling off her chin.

"Hmmm," he mused, licking her blood off his knives, "My favorite one of all." He traced the tip of his finger-blade down her chest and hooked it into the waist of her pants. "We only have a few minutes left together, but I think we can make time for one round."

Nancy's blood-soaked lips turned up in a smile and she started to laugh.

"What's so funny, bitch?" Freddy asked.

"Because," she said, her voice so weak it was only a whisper, "You're only in my mind. You live inside my mind. If I die, you'll die with me." She then pulled the chains down hard. The pipe snapped off. She held the broken pipe in her hands and ran it through Freddy's stomach. "Gotcha." she hissed. He gasped in surprise and fell down on his knees, so did Nancy. Freddy grunted and stabbed his finger-knives back into Nancy's stomach again. She cried through her clenched teeth, and shoved the pipe deeper through Freddy's abdomen and out through his back. "I win." Nancy whispered, her face up close to his.

The heat of the boiler room began to die. The flames and steam from the pipes died, and the room grew cold. Blackness began to surround them, consuming everything around them until all that was left was the two of them.

Nancy was then basked in brilliant white light. As she ascended into it, she watched as Fred Krueger's body was consumed in powerful flames. His cruel eyes glared hatefully up at her until the fire swallowed him entirely, and they were both gone.

The End

this is possibly the most symbolic representation of Nancy vs Freddy, at least that i've ever seen.

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