ToForeverNocturnal: Yes, uh, about the soul thing. I think I might delete that chapter, I tried to add something about it, to make the a few more of the killers in character, Pinhead trying to tear her soul out, and traits like that. *rubs chin in thought* Yess, I think I will delete it. Thanks for the review!

ToDarknessTakesOver: Mhm, I am glad that you liked Freddy's dark and twisted side. :) Don't we all? However, Robert Englund's mind when he is on set, will probably never drift into our eagarly writing hands, to grasp the potrayal on the true character. Weither, he is in character or out of character, is only for us to guess. Thanks for reviewing. ^_^

ToTheNextDoor: Ah, yes. I was thinking one of them would wink at her and say; "Woof. Woof." Haha. :P I don't know really, still trying to pocess scenes. Thank you for the review. :)

I shot up in my bed, sweating, mouth poised open to scream.
Don't scream you idiot, you've got Alysson and Max just down the hall.
Exhaling through my nose roughly, a shrill squeak came stumbling from my lips.
Then, I remembered something. I instantly looked down at my clothes and gasped. My red shirt was ripped open at the stomache, displaying four, long, parallel marks. The neckline of my shirt was ripped down to the top of my chest. I had stopped him just in time from seeing anything, uh, interesting.
I shuddered hard as I realized that he was going to go through each of my fears. Nightmare, by agonizing nightmare.
"Surely, they can't be as bad as this one."
I muttered, kicking the cover off of me, and jumping out of my bed. I went over to my closet and changed into a black shirt with a skull on it, with black shorts that stopped in the middle of my thigh.
"God, I need a shower. A long, nice, refeshing shower,"
I mused, thinking about it. My tense muscles began to relax, as I walked out of my room and to the bathroom.
I jumped, upon opening the door.
"Oh, hi, Max. Hi, Alysson."
I greeted, weakly smiling at them. They waved back. They were brushing their teeth right now. I closed the door behind me, opening the bathroom mirror and getting my stuff out.
"So, excited to go swimming, today?"
I asked, franticly trying to make conversation in order to forget about almost being raped. "
Yup!"
Smiled Alysson, spitting into the sink. Max nodded, gurgling. I brushed my hair and cringed from each tangle I wrecked into.
"God, I hate tangles." I hissed, throwing the brush back into its place.
"Me, too." Whined Alysson, putting her toothbrush and toothpaste up. She stood there watching me and Max brush our teeth, waiting patiently.
"When do we get to go?"
Asked Max, putting his stuff up.
"Anytime after breakfast."
I said, spitting into the sink. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste away, closing the mirror, and looked at them.
"How come?" Groaned Max.
He clearly didn't want to be stuck in the house with a bunch of killers he barely knew.
"Hey, you need breakfast," I opened the door, holding it open for them as they passed.
"Afterall, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" I teased, rolling my eyes, playfully. Max grinned, shaking his head to himself.
"Fine. Do we still got, Trix, or did they eat it all?"
I looked back at them, going down the steps to the kitchen. "Yeah, we still got some." Alysson smiled, taking my hand.
"Good, because I'm hungry!"
I let out a loud laugh, starting to forget my nightmare from last night.
"Al, you're always, hungry." Max smiled. "Ain't that the truth."
We went into the kitchen, and as always, the killers were in there, awaiting our arrival. The moment I glanced at Freddy, to see him smiling about something, my nightmare came rushing back to me. I supressed a shudder, staring at the floor.
"So, how did everyone sleep? Good?"
Asked Hannibal, sipping some orange juice.
"Slept like a rock." Grinned Max, grabbing a bowl on the lowest shelf from the cabinet.
"I dreamt that I was flying!" Cried Alysson, running around with her arms out stretched, like an airplane. I smiled, stroking her hair.
"Lucky you,"
I heard Freddy snicker at that. I ingored it, grabbing a bowl for me and Alysson. I got the milk and two spoons. PennyWise noticed this, and asked;
"Why only two spoons?"
I laughed, glancing back at him.
"Alysson likes to eat her cereal dry."
Alysson nodded, giggling. "Milk makes it too soggy!" She explained.
I went for the Trix, and sighed as Creeper grabbed it away from me.
"We're seriously going to do this, again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Creeper let out a loud snort, as if to reply.
Distract him, throw him off track.
I began to grin, smirking up at him. He caught my look, starting to look slightly confused. I pretended to sniff the air, trying my best not to burst out laughing from his confused look.
"It's been a long time, since I've smelled, handsome."
He opened his mouth to say something, forgetting about the cereal box in his hand. I jumped up, snatching it away from him, smiling. The kitchen hooted and hollered with laughter. Creeper broke into a defeated grin.
"What was, that, about?"
He sneered, watching as I poured my silbings cereal.
"It worked, didn't it?"
Creeper tossed his head back, laughing, along with Freddy and Ghostface. Max let out a small laugh, giving me a high five.
"One point for the humans!"
He declared, grinning. I rolled my eyes, smiling.
"Oh, right, what's the score, Djinn?" Asked Ghostface, tapping his knife on the table. "Five hundred to one, yeah, I think that's it." Said Ghostface, answering himself before anyone could answer for him. The killers laughed. Alysson noticed Chucky, waving a hand.
"Hi, Chucky!"
He grinned, waving back.
"Hey, Alysson."
Alysson looked at me, as I put the milk back into the fridge.
"Why can't they go swimming with us, too?"
They looked surprised at that, looking at me for an answer.
"Um,"
I rubbed my neck, akwardly.
"We're a bit different, Alysson. We wouldn't want to scare the nice neighbor."
Explained Candyman, nodding next door as a gesture.
"You wouldn't scare the neighbor!" She agrued, holding her bowl. Lepercaun snickered.
"I'm afraid we would, lassie." She shrugged and headed for the kitchen door.
"She eats in the living room so that she can watch cartoons."
I explained before they asked where she was going.
"Chucky! Will you watch, Sponge Bob, with me?"
Asked Alysson, standing at the door, looking at the killer doll in innocent question.
"Uh,"
He didn't expect that.
Freddy grinned, pointing a claw at him.
"Oh, come on, Raggedy Ann, you scared of a talking sponge?"
Chucky glared at him, hatefully, before jumping down from his chair and going to the living room with Alysson. Freddy chuckled, tapping a talon on the tabletop. Max sat down at the table, and I sat down next to him, the both of us gobbling down, Trix.
"When are you going to leave to go swimming?"
Wrote Leatherface, waving Jason's chalkboard in our direction.
"I figured sometime after, breakfast." I said, shrugging.
"Is Riley a bad teenager?"
Wrote Jason, taking the board from Leatherface.
"Not that I know of," I admitted, honestly. Jason's left eye blinked, seeming to think to himself.
"Like, bad, how?"
I asked, chewing on my cereal, thoughtfully. He wiped away his message and wrote a new one.
"Drugs. Naughty things. Etc."
I thought for a moment.
"I'll be honest with you, Jason. I don't exactly know, I mean, he seems really nice, so maybe he doesn't do that kind of stuff."
Jason stared down at the table, thinking again.
"Are you?"
Max laughed openly, meeting Jason's eye.
"Jennifer is a goody two shoes!" I smiled, ruffling his hair. "I don't do bad stuff like that." I said, smiling at Jason. Jason nodded, seeming to relax about something.
"Goody two shoes, em?" Sneered Freddy.
"Yeah," I grinned, ingoring the temptation to advert my eyes from his gaze.
Don't let him win, Jennifer. Just like Max said, one point for the humans.
Let's keep it like that.
Max and I finished our bowls, getting up from the table.
"Dude, I'll take that, okay? Just get ready to go soon."
I went to take his bowl, but he shook his head in protest.
"No, I'm helping you. It's my bowl, not yours." He grinned, teasingly. I grinned back.
"Well, okay, if you like cleaning." We put our dishes into the dishwasher, turning it on.
"Four more days."
Said Djinn, randomly. I turned my head to look at him.
"What?"
He grinned widely.
"Four more days until, Mommy and Daddy, come home." Max walked out of the kitchen, calling over his shoulder. "Yeah! I can't wait!"
I stared back at Djinn, uneasily.
"Me neither."
He said, giving me a devilish smile. A chill flew over me, as I walked out of the kitchen and to the living room. Alysson was sitting cross legged on the carpet with Chucky by her side, looking like he wanted to murder the cartoon character, ranting on and on, on the TV.
"You done?"
I asked, pointing at the bowl. Alysson nodded, handing it up to me.
"Okay, after you two are done, Alysson go get ready, okay?"
She nodded, smiling.
"Okay, Jenny!"
I grinned at Chucky, whom mouthed;
"Help. Me."
You might as well do it, he'll probably kill you later if you don't.
"Oh hey, Chucky, can you help me out in the kitchen?"
I asked, sounding as if I hated to bother them. Alysson pouted, waving goodbye to her killer doll of a friend. Chucky literally ran out of the room, me following him.
"Thanks, Jen. I owe you one."
I shrugged.
"If you say so."
We both walked into the kitchen, me putting the bowl into the sink, and Chucky sitting at the table.
"Did you enjoy our little get together?"
Asked Freddy, grinning widely. I shot him a look, feeling dread in my stomache.
"More than I'll ever enjoy the future, get togethers."
I murmured to him in reply. He chuckled, studying his blades.
"Well, you better get ready for your date, wouldn't want to keep, Prince Riley, waiting."
He teased. I sighed.
"How many times do I have to say it? It. Is. Not. A. Date." Ghostface and Creeper laughed.
"About a million times more, princess." He countered, grinning. I sighed, raking my hair with my fingers.
"Well, if you insist."
I walked out of the kitchen, going up to my room to change. Alysson was already in the hallway, with her bathing suit. Max came out of his room, his trunks over his shoulder.
"Did you turn the TV off, Al?"
I asked, looking my a little siser. She nodded.
"Okay, guys, get ready in the bathroom. I'll be there in a few seconds."
They went into the restroom, as I went into my room.
Jogging over to the swimsuit in the rocking chair, I picked it up, and high tailed it to the bathroom, closing both doors behind me.