Ch. 22

We laid there for a few hours, just silently enjoying each other's company, listening to the other breathe. It was a calm time, and I did not get bored.

But soon, all too soon, we heard a crash from somewhere off in the distance in the boiler room, and Freddy growled in an annoyed tone.

"Stupid little twerps…Sorry.", he growled, not really sorry but sorry that he had to leave me.

He left, scraping his blades across the pipes.

I laid there alone for a few seconds, smiling somewhat sadly. I contemplated this Freddy against the 2010 one.

The 2010 one wouldn't make for a good friend. He's too aggressive. This one is friendlier, in a sense, but will still kill. But when he kills, I don't feel sorry for the kids, I feel sorry for him. When the 2010 one kills, I feel sorry for the kids, then…God rest ye, merry gentlemen., I thought.

I felt lonely without him already, but forced myself to get up. I wanted to see the kids now, his kids, the ones he'd killed before he'd died.

The ones who sang his song.

All I had to do in order to find them was listen, and block out all the noise. The glove gave me powers I didn't have before, and I used those powers to block out all the noise and hear just them.

I heard, "One, two, Freddy's coming for you…", in the distance. I knew they only sang that song when a kid was dreaming this, so someone must have fallen asleep and knocked something over in this world. That probably was the person Freddy was going after right now.

I let in all the noise of the boilers again, and I could hear everything just as I could before now. I still couldn't hear anything the kid or Freddy was doing, so I ignored that and let him get on with his work.

I knew where the kids were now, and walked in their direction.

I was feeling pretty good about all this, besides the loneliness, when I spotted movement in the distance, a product of the sharp eyes my glove gave me.

I could see her clearly, and she didn't look frightened…more…cautiously excited.

I thought I knew what was going on, but blocked out the noise again to make sure. This time, I was listening for the kid Freddy was going after. I could hear their heavy panting and running in the distance, and it wasn't this girl making the noise.

I let in all the noise again, and closed my eyes. I was going to have a little look into her mind.

Suddenly, my thoughts were replaced, not with her feelings, my feelings were still my own, but my thoughts were replaced with hers.

Oh, I hope he's here. What if he's about to kill someone? I don't think so, I can't hear anything. What if he tries to kill me? He wouldn't kill me, I love him.

My head snapped up and my eyes opened, and I growled somewhat loudly, the thoughts in my head returning to my own thoughts again.

She thinks she's gonna get Freddy. A fangirl! She wants to ruin the balance of things! Ha! She'll get him when I'm dead. This is our dream-world now, not hers!

I had become very protective of our home.

I stalked forward, and let the girl see me. She cocked her head at me, then smirked and shook her head, rolled her eyes, and kept on going.

"Where do you think you're going?", I called out, power in my voice.

"To someone you probably even don't know.", she called back mockingly.

But I called back to her, lazily, "Oh. You mean Freddy? Freddy Krueger? Frederick Charles Krueger, son of Amanda Krueger, also known as the son of a hundred maniacs, the bastard son of a hundred maniacs, the Springwood Slasher, and many more? You mean him? Well, sorry, sister, but he's mine."

"Says who?"

"Says the glove, if you know what's good for 'ya.", I answered, lazily brandishing my glove.

"Where'd you get that?"

"He made it for me, Freddy made it for me."

"Yeah, right."

I disappeared, and reappeared right in front of her. I used the strength the glove gave me to grab her by her neck and slam her against the wall.

"Say that again, —, I didn't quite hear you.", I said darkly, brandishing my claws in her face. "If you think you're going to waltz in here and ruin the balance of things and ruin Freddy's world with your own twisted idea of what he is and what he does, you're dead wrong…Oh, wait, I was mistaken…"

I stabbed her brutally in the stomach with all my blades. She couldn't even breathe, and choked and died.

"Now you're dead wrong.", I muttered, and pulled all my blades out of her body. The image of her body faded, and I knew she was gone.

"My world, my nightmare, my Freddy.", I growled softly, and turned around, wiping my blades against my pants.

And was met with the sound of someone clapping.