Four Stories Later
One, Two, He's Coming For You
"Hm... some new players have entered the game." a voice calmly says from the shadows of a room somewhere deep in the heart of the underworld. Just beyond the darkness in which this creature lurks rests a board, much like that of a chess board. The familiar figures of Wally and his friends appear on the board, carved out of stone like they had always been there.
"Let's see just how well they play." the creature says, and a blue hand reaches out of the shadows. Long, bony fingers grasp a marble figure, this one of a monster, and places them infront of a piece on the other side.
"My tornado devil should have an appetite large enough to finish them."
"Kirby... where are we?" Bubbles asks, her happy voice becoming concern.
The two had been so excited about new places, they didn't notice themselves wandering beyond the Halloween Town gates until they were far beyond it. Around them is nothing but the oddly colored purple dirt that builds the soil of the Underworld. The two turn around, hoping to see the gates, but what they see instead is disturbing.
The ground behind them is being swallowed by a vortex of pure darkness. Blue, purple and black swirls around, threatening to devour anything that falls within.
"Run Kirby!" Bubbles shouts, as she spins around and pumps her feet, trying to run from the terrifying blackhole.
"Poy!" Kirby shouts in fear, struggling to run but his feet won't move.
Bubbles notices that she can't run anywhere either. They are frozen in place, allowed only to wait for the vortex to swallow them. A suction wind pulls on their backs, trying to pull them into the vortex. As the wind yanks harder, a faint chant drifts into their ears.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you."
Kirby's eyes widen, he tries harder then ever to run, but his feet feel like they've been glued down and lead weights tied to them.
"Three, four, better lock your door."
Bubbles attempts to fly into the air, deciding that running won't help. She still remains stuck, struggling to lift herself off the ground.
"Five, six, grab your crucifix."
The suction grows stronger, the chant becomes louder.
"Seven, eight, better stay up late."
They feel the ground behind and beneath them begin to be pulled away, into the swirling mass of destruction.
"Nine, ten, never sleep again."
Finally their feet lift into the air, but not be their own will. The two fly through the air, in a direct line towards the swirling hole of darkness. An aura emits from it, something of death and evil but also something that is alive and with a lust for murder. As Kirby and Bubbles fall into the darkness, a malicious laughter echoes through the air around them, stinging their ears. Bubbles grasps her ears, trying to block the laughing out, but no matter how hard she pushes it won't stop. Pain explodes throughout their bodys as they reach the center of the swirling darkness, they feel a squeezing, something compressing them into smaller objects. Then they feel a different force, this one shoves them, pushing them away. The laughing stops. The two fly through the air at speeds rivaling a bullet.
Then more pain explodes through them as they hit soemthing metal. The sound from the collision echoes down corridors, glowing red from the many fires spewing from the sides. Bubbles gasps as she slams into the ground, and it takes her a minute to catch her breath and push herself to her feet. She looks over at Kirby, who is struggling to get up, immense pain holding him down. She helps him to his feet and they look around, trying to find somewhere to hide. They only see something that terrifies them. A shadow, a very large shadow, looming on the wall from a figure around the corner. The same horrible laugh echoes, bouncing off the concrete walls and lockers. Then it stops, the shadow moves, footsteps echoe.
Jimmy works excitedly, extatic at his discovery.
"Just a few more minutes..." he tells himself.
Suddenly a siren goes off, and his computer begins repeating a warning: "Warning! Warning! New dream!"
"What? That shouldn't go off unless the dream is powerful enough to affect even the physical world..."
Bubbles holds Kirby tightly, gripping him from fear. She remembers holding her stuffed octopus in a similar manner when she was younger, a habit done to calm her nervousness. Kirby didn't seem to mind. The footsteps grew louder, heavier and quicker. Finally the source of tbis torment appeared. He was a human, or at least humanoid. He wore a sweatshirt, lines of red and green striping it as well as what appeared to be black dress pants. A black hat was placed on his head. But there were two things that seperated him from normal people. The first of which was his glove, long blades glimmering off them, twitching and jerking, wanting to rip something to pieces. Another was his face, burned to almost nothing, melted flesh stringing across blackened bones.
He swung his arm sideways, and as he did Kirby felt a tug on him, then it was a forceful yank. He resisted but the force finally became a vicous rip and Kirby found himself flying across the room and smashing into a concrete locker. The door slammed shut as Kirby bounced off and slammed into the ground. The person laughed again, a howling evil laugh.
"Who... who are you?" Bubbles squeaks, fear trembling her voice.
"Freddy Kreuger, please to make your aquaintence... Now die." says the man named Freddy.
With unimaginable speed he lunges towards Bubbles, his clawed hand ready to tear into her flesh. Suddenly he finds himself stumbling, and a thumping pain in his skull. He shakes off the pain and looks over to see Kirby standing defiantly, ready to fight. Kirby again jumps at Freddy. Freddy swings his clawed hand, striking Kirby directly leaving three gashing lines on his face. Kirby falls to the ground and lands with a sickening squishy sound. Freddy waves his arm again and the pink puffball shoots past the lockers, and bounces off one of the concrete walls, again with a splatting noise. Bubbles looks at Kirby's non-movin figure, lieing on the ground. A pool of red begins to ooze out from beneath him and she looks away.
"Stupid pink testicle." Freddy mutters, and turns his attention towards Bubbles again.
He doesn't need to lunge, his close enough to merely bring his arm down. He does just that, but before he can make contact with Bubbles' flesh, a metal object shoots through the air, knocking Freddy's claws away. The object then becomes stuck in the wall next to them.
"What the hell?" Freddy says to himself, and turns to look at the object that hit him. What he sees jutting from the concrete wall is a large, metal machette. "Oh shit. I know this knife."
Another set of footsteps, Bubbles looks over. A tall figure, surrounded by shadows walks slowly over towards her and Freddy. His face is covered by a goalie mask worn in ice hocky.
Freddy turns threateningly at the new figure, angrily but mockingly he says, "Jason. What the hell are you doing here? You know you can't kill me here I am the controller of this dream world!"
Freddy rushes towards the new figure, and shoves his clawed glove into his abdomen. Jason doesn't show any sign that he feels pain. Instead he grabs Freddy's shoulder and lifts him into the air, stares him in the eye, then tosses him off to the side, slamming him into a far wall. Freddy manages to land on his feet, and makes a summoning motion with his hand. Jason spins around just in time to see his own knife stab him in the chest. Blood trickles from the wound, and even more spills as Jason removes the machete from his body.
Freddy uses this oppurtunity to leap onto Jason's back and sash at him violently, laughing and mocking Jason as he does. Jason reaches over his shoulder with his free hand and grabs Freddy by the collar of his shirt. With great force Jason brings his arm downward, slamming Freddy into the ground. Freddy begins to get up, very quickly, but not quickly enough. The machete shoved into Freddy's back, and out his chest. Making a quick curve, Jason manages to entirely remove Freddy's clawed arm. As Freddy gasps from the pain, Jason kicks him away, his hat finally falling from his bald head.
Freddy rises to his feet and laughs at Jason, "Oh no not my arm!" he cries, mockingly. For a moment he does nothing, then a look of desperation crosses his face, "Why won't it grow back?"
A voice echoes around the room, a low-pitched voice, and a serious voice. A voice nobody has heard before, "This is my dream!"
Freddy turns in fear and shock towards Jason Voorhees, who is slowly stalking closer towards the dream demon. Freddy tries to run, but pipes emerge from the ground and tie him down, he turns to see Bubbles hands outstretched, controlling the pipes. Jason looms over the child killer, and raises his knife high into the air.
"Oh shit." Freddy mutters, just before the machete slams into his skull.
The room begins to wave and wiggle, fading out of existence. Jason stares at Bubbles, looks her dead in the eye, but not with a stare of murder. He looks at her with a stare that says "I'm here, to help you."