Summary: Legends never truly die. There's just never been a true way to revive them to their full potential. Until now.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the A Nightmare on Elm Street franchise, including characters, setting, or plots.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: OCs, slash, swearing, violence/gore, rape, mpreg

Main Pairing: Freddy Krueger/OC

Note: I wanted to get some more of this done… just because I know if I stop I'll lose this sudden burst of creativity and my writer's block from hell will return. This chapter is short and pretty boring but whatever, it's necessary for plot development. The next one will be much more thrilling, I swear.

'Italics'- Thoughts of characters

"Italics" - Whispering

Chapter Two

The rest of the night consisted of Jamie writing down his dream – or was it a nightmare? – in an old journal that he had but hadn't written in forever. That was back in the day when having a journal was "cool" or whatever. After looking it over a few times the teen realized how overly sexual it all was, something that made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Since the moment he'd encountered Freddy in that dream the burned man had been giving him pet names, exaggerating them so there was no way Jamie could mistake them for anything else. And there was absolutely no way he could forget the brief and somewhat horrifying make out session that they'd had. He knew for a fact that nothing like that had happened in A Nightmare on Elm Street movies before, at least not with a guy.

Jamie was almost positive that Freddy was straight; he had had a wife and a kid after all, plus there were no hints to the villain even having the slightest attraction to the same sex. Perhaps this was just Freddy's way of scaring him, using his fear of his own sexuality against him. That was his job after all…

With a frustrated sigh, the brunette slammed the black journal shut, shoving it moodily under his pillow before looking at the clock. Quarter of eight… He definitely shouldn't be awake right now. But Dustin surely was, since he went to work at his dad's auto-shop at eight every Sunday till five.

I should text him… Tell him about the nightmare… But he'll just think it's because we watched those movies last night. It's not like I have proof that any of it was real.

Jamie blinked rapidly for a moment, remembering how Nancy had burned herself to wake up, and how she'd been slashed across her arm by Freddy. In both scenarios she'd had the same wounds when she came back to the "real world," which had definitely been proof of what happened. But naturally no one believed her anyways… Still, it was worth a shot, right? If he had some sort of unnatural injury from Freddy there was no way Dustin could deny the reality of it all!

Plus he was a sissy when it came to pain; there was no way he'd hurt himself to convince Dustin if it truly were a prank.

This meant that Jamie would have to go back into the dream world again… What if this time Freddy actually killed him?

As Jamie snuggled back into his warm sheets part of him begged that he would simply fall asleep and experience a wacky, irrational dream like he usually did. Then it would be like this whole thing really was a freak-ish dream. He forced his eyes shut, slowing his breathing as he waited for sleep to come to him. It wouldn't take long since he was still very tired, but his anxiety would delay it a bit.

Twenty minutes later he was fast asleep, back in the land of dreams.

Jamie groaned sleepily as something vibrated next to his head, succeeding in waking him up. One hand reached out to grab his buzzing cell phone, and one eye slid open to see who was texting him. Dustin. Probably wanted someone to talk to because he was bored… Jamie could tell him about the dream and-

Wait.

The boy sat up in bed, rubbing at his eyes with a confused expression on his face. The last two hours he'd spent sleeping he hadn't had a single dream. All he could recall was the darkness that came from his eyes being closed. Jamie felt relief wash over him, as well as a tiny bit of disappointment. It wasn't like he wanted to be maimed by Freddy, but it had been somewhat thrilling thinking that he was part of something that seemed like it came from a movie.

Plus while Freddy had terrified him he had still been able to see and hear him, him – Freddy! His horror icon! Though making out with him hadn't been pleasurable at all… That tongue was not meant for kissing.

Guess it really was just those movies infiltrating my brain… Mom does say I have an overactive imagination.

He mused while he read Dustin's text, which was the generic "Hey, what's up?" to which Jamie replied with an equally generic "Not much, you?"

He decided to keep the dream to himself, especially since it wasn't necessary now to tell Dustin about it. Sure they could probably get a good laugh out of it but something about the experience still made Jamie feel uneasy. Like there was more to it than just being a twisted figment of his imagination.

Jamie continued to text Dustin the rest of the day while lying in bed messing around on his laptop. Being the super horror nerd that he was he had joined a Slasher club that centered mainly on villains like Freddy, Jason, Michael Myers, etc. There were all sorts of threads on there, some discussing what should have happened in certain movies, others speculating on the slashers' pasts, and so on.

Jamie let his cursor linger above the "Create new thread" link before hesitantly pressing it, labeling it "Freaky Freddy Nightmare." He then pulled out his journal that he had written in earlier and proceeded to type out what he'd written. However he cut out the make-out part, knowing that rabid Freddy fans would instantly flame him for even suggesting that Krueger was a homo.

Once he was content with what he had typed he posted the thread and stared at the screen anxiously. If anyone could help him figure this out, these fellow geeks could.

It didn't take long for the thread to acquire replies, and much to Jamie's surprise most of them were asking questions about the dream. One in particular caught his eye, and he leaned in closer to his laptop to read it.

"Hey dude. Creepy dream. But I don't think it's really Freddy bugging you. Not because it's impossible; anything is fucking possible, you know? But Freddy only goes for people who are related to the people who burned him in the first place, right? Or if you're pulled into one of his victims dreams, which can't happen because there isno one to do that. Plus you probably don't even live on Elm Street, and you definitely don't live in Springwood since it's made up.

Anyways it's probably just some freaky nightmare that comes with being a Freddy fan. I know I get them too sometimes. Peace out man."

Hm. This guy did have some valid points. Freddy would be breaking a lot of rules that came with his character if it really was him. Jamie certainly didn't live in a town called Springwood, but it was nearly as small as the fictional place.

Mills County was probably one of the dullest places in the world, surrounded by forests which left it pretty much isolated from everything. There were only two places to eat in the entire town, one grocery store, one school, and everyone knew everyone. Which meant once you gained a reputation, you were stuck with it. Jamie had learned that the hard way.

He typed back a quick reply to the person who had responded to his thread then closed his laptop with a sigh. A glance at the clock told him it was nearly six, almost dinner time. The teenager swung his legs over the side of the bed, not bothering to change out of his pajamas as he headed downstairs to where the kitchen was.

The sound of humming reached his ears, and he poked his head through the doorway to the kitchen seeing his mother, a petite woman with a stout build, at the stove. She turned around when he stepped into the room, offering him a smile, then a stern look.

"Jamie Fergson, you lazy boy, have you been in bed all day? I swear you watch too much of those ghastly horror films. You should be outside doing something with yourself rather than being cooped up in the house! At least school gets you out…" She tsked under her breath, stirring the pot of spaghetti on the stove a few times, "If I hadn't been visiting with Lisa and Josephine today I would've kicked you out of the house!"

"Sorry Mom… I just didn't sleep very well last night and I wanted to take a day to relax, you know? Hey Mom…" Jamie strode over to one of the kitchen cabinets, reaching up to grab a couple of plates, "Do you know if there's any roads with the name 'Elm Street' in town?"

His mother paused in her stirring, giving her son a curious look.

"I don't believe so… However Josephine was telling me about Mills County's history and apparently one Mayor that took over the town years and years ago had all the street names changed. No one knows exactly why… I suspect he wanted to make it his own. According to Josephine he was a very vain and controlling man. It's a miracle our poor town survived while he was running the place! Anyways there might have been an Elm Street back then. You'd have to do some research though. I'm sure the library has archives you can check out."

Jamie nodded slowly, taking in this new information with a mix of excitement and worry. He knew it'd be way too convenient for his street to have once been called Elm Street, but if it had been… Then one of that guy's points would be taken care of, making it more plausible that his dream had been real. It was too late to go to the library now but he was definitely going to investigate further after school.

He wasn't sure what he'd do if he found that he lived on what used to be Elm Street though. He'd worry about that later.

Author's Note: Thank god for fiction. It means I can make stuff up to try and tie up loose ends, hooray!