Jennifer's first TRUE red and green nightmare! Hope you enjoy! I know Freddy will. I own nothing at all, but Jennifer. :)

My eyes snapped open as I heard a hiss, like steam releasing into the air.
Sitting up in my bed, I stared around my room.
I looked at my alarm clock.
"What the fuck?"
It was blank, and had no numbers on it.
However, it was still plugged in.
I frowned, puzzled.
"Probably broken." I sighed, kicking the blanket off of me, going over to my door.
Maybe I can find some new batteries.
I yanked my door open, and gasped.
"Where the fuck did my house go?"
I whispered, to nobody in specific.
Infront of me was a rusty, iron catwalk. Inside was a red light that seemed to engulf the whole room, but seemed to come from nowhere at the same time. There were pipes letting out hisses of steam and smoke. Water droplets could be heard, leaking off of one of the pipes. The air seemed to be foggy with a slight mist of steam. In the distance, there was a crackling fire and a loud boiler that was left running.
I stood there, feet planted in place.
Should I go in?
I wondered, looking into the doorway.
A maze of metal stairs and iron catwalks seemed to fill the strange room up.
They winded in sharp corners, and weaved in and out of dead ends.
The whole place seemed like one big playground of metal.
Well, it's obvious that you're dreaming, Jennifer. You might as well take a look around.
I agreed with my thought, but hesitated.
Something curled up in my stomache, fear.
It was true, I was frightened of this unknown place, and why shouldn't I be?
I didn't possibly know what to expect.
I stepped forward into dark shadow, but didn't close my door behind me.
Instantly, I felt intense heat surround me, as if I were in an gigantic oven of some sort.
When in doubt, always know your way out.
I said inside my mind. I continued, cautiously, to walk forward.
My footsteps were loud, echoing within the whole room.
What is this place?
I wondered, looking around.
It's huge!
It was, I couldn't see any end to it, besides the dead ends that were random walls.
I stopped, gripping the railing on the catwalk, and looked down.
I started to become dizzy, catching my breath.
This was worse than three stories, way worse.
It was more like, four hundred stories. I looked up from what was below me, and closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. I relaxed again, and looked over my shoulder in the direction of my room.
I gasped, spinning around.
Where's my door?
I started to panic.
It was gone, and in it's place was just an iron catwalk. The same that I was walking on.
An evil laugh, so unbelievbly dark, echoed in my ears.
"Now, I've got you all to myself."
The voice was a mock whisper of evil, carried among the hissing steam of pipes.
I started to run, still staring at the spot where my door used to be, and fell sideways onto the catwalk. I had bumped into something, or someone.
I looked up to see the burned face of Freddy, towering over me, smirking.
"You said it yourself, Jennifer, you'd rather be dreaming then be talking to me."
I laid on the ground, not knowing what to say.
"So, let's not talk. Let's dream."
He lunged at me, with his right hand raised in strike.
I dodged the attack, jumping up, and running.
His amused chuckle followed me.
"I love it when my prey runs."
I followed the catwalk, starting to breathe hard, as I pumped my legs into running as fast as I could.
Well, you've finally done it. You've pushed him over the edge.
I ingored my thoughts in vain, and quickly scaled up a ladder to the left of the catwalk. Reaching the top, I pulled myself up onto yet another catwalk, running again.
I dropped to my knees, crying out in pain, covering my ears with my hands, as a loud scree sound shredded the air to pieces. It was like, nails on a chalk board, but worse. Metal on metal.
It stopped and in its place were heavy footsteps, a few feet behind me.
I turned over onto my back, crawling away from him on my elbows.
He smirked, clicking his blades at his side.
"What happened, Jennifer? I thought you were going to show me your sarcastic side."
He chuckled, then went serious.
"Not so tough now, are you, you little piglet."
My mouth went dry, as my hands slipped, causing me to fall on my back.
He leaned down, grabbing me by my throat, and raised me into the air above his head. He grinned at me from under the brim of his fedora, while I choked from his deathly grasp.
"This high enough for you, princess?"
I clutched at his left hand, trying to rip it off of my throat, but he was too strong.
I could feel the air leave my body, and tried to gasp for more air, but his hand blocked the breathing from happening.
"L-let me down."
I pleaded, choking on my sentence. My feet kicked at air, no longer grasping any sense of balance.
"As you wish."
He threw me across the room, and I screamed as I began to trail into another horrifying free fall.
I quickly landed hard on my back, on another catwalk. The remaining air was knocked out of me. I gasped, frantic, trying to get oxygen back into my burning lungs.
GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!
I was screaming at myself in my mind.
His insane cackle ripped through the air somewhere nearby in the distance.
I pulled myself up to a standing position with the catwalk's rails, slightly shaking.
"What kind of fucked up dream is this?"
I wondered outloud, slowly beginning to walk down the catwalk.
"It's a nightmare."
He snickered.
I looked around, trying to see where he could be, but I didn't see him anywhere.
I quickened my pace, stepping off of a catwalk onto a winding staircase that led down. I let my hand trail behind me on the rail, curiously turning around it's sharp and winding corners.
I fully expected him to pop up out of nowhere infront of me, on the steps, trying to slash me to death. I glanced down and was suprised to see the bottom of this place.
I could see loose hanging chains and wires, along with metal walls that seemed like another maze. I could see furances and more boilers, and sadly more dead ends.
Earlier I couldn't see where this place began or ended, now I see the bottom floor, what's going on?
 I was confused.
The place had changed.
Well, think for a minute, Jennifer. You're more than likely in Freddy's turf now, and like he said, it's a dream or a nightmare, or whatever it is, and dreams can be weird. They do unnatural stuff all the time. So, it's probably some dream trick.
My thoughts made sense, as I stepped onto the ground, from the staircase.
I began to relax, for some odd reason.
Keep your guard up, Jennifer, he could be anywhere.
I tensed again, this time it was forced by my will to survive.
"BOO!"
I jumped, taking off running.
Don't look back.
I told myself, still cringing from the whisper in my ear.
He cackled, letting me run in my fear.
I turned a sharp right, running past a furance and into a hanging wall of chains and wires. I stopped, nose to nose with a gleaming chain.
I studied the wires, and wondered if they could shock me.
I'm not taking any chances.
I thought, getting onto my stomache and crawling under the chains and wires above me. I flinched as a chain touched my back. It wasn't cold, but strangely warm. I shuddered, crawling to the otherside.
Standing, I dusted myself off, and looked back.
I watched the chain that touched my back barely swing into a wire.
I leaped back with a cry as there was a giant electrical explosion of some sort.
"Holy shit."
I backed away, jogging around a left corner and down a long hall of metal.
"This place is a death trap."
I murmured, turning right this time, into a straight way.
My feet clambered harshly on a metal grate beneath me. It sent up really hot air, causing my cold sweat to turn warm.
I looked up from the grate, noticing a room at the end of the hall. It was partically hidden by a very torn curtain. There was a light on in the room, yellow, no longer red.
I looked behind me, just incase he was there, watching me and waiting to attack. I faced towards the lit room again, and started to walk towards it.
My curiousity was getting the best of me, I knew.
Freddy probably knew it, too, wherever he was in this giant place.
I rubbed my arm akwardly, feeling idle.
When I reached the curtain, I pulled it back.
There was a metal desk inside along with a metal chair. On the desk seemed like a blueprint to construct some kind of glove. It looked exactly like Freddy's glove. Pieces of copper and metal sat around the blueprint. A bed sat in the corner, seeming to be strapped together in place. A huge boiler sat in the other corner, unlit.
This must be Freddy's room, but I doubt that this could be his house.
A rusty tool box sat in the floor next to the desk.
I went over to the bed, seeing something stick out from under the pillow.
I frowned, wondering what it could possibly be. I cautiously lifted a part of the pin striped pillow and pulled out a cruifix.
"What?"
I didn't expect to see that there.
Turning it over, I saw a name carved into the back of the wood.
Amanda Krueger.
I stared puzzled, slipping it back under the pillow.
Who could that be?
I questioned, curious. I backed up from the bed, with a bad feeling.
I gasped, wheeling around, as the unlit boiler exploded into life, with a crackling fire.
I stared as Freddy threw a child's doll into the flames, smirking in my direction.
"Like it?"
He gestured with his eyes, looking around the room, then back at me.
"Why, princess, you look guilty. Don't tell me you've been snooping around my office?"
He grinned, then seemed to glare at me from under his fedora.
"Were you?"
His eyes flashed, taking a step towards me.
My mouth went dry.
"I was just look-looking around. Y-You know, curious."
I stammered, eyes wide.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Didn't you know that curiousity killed the cat?"
He grinned, waving a talon, coming towards me.
I shut my eyes, tightly, waiting for him to rip my stomache open and spill my guts all over the floor.
However, it never happened.
I opened my eyes, and flinched when I saw him staring down at me.
He turned my face towards him, seeming to observe me.
He slid a talon over my cheek, and I bit my lip when I could feel blood.
"We're going to have some fun, together, you and me."
He chuckled, turning away, as if satistfied to draw blood.
I wiped the blood from my cheek, rubbing it between my fingers.
I shivered, it seemed so real even though it was a dream.
His words sent a chill down my spine.
"See you tomorrow night, Jennifer."
The floor below me fell through like some trap door.
I screamed, falling through the opening in the floor, down into blackness.
He chuckled in the distance.