Here it is! The next one of this story's chapters! When we last saw Freddy in action and doing what he does best and is best known for, he was attacking the five main cast members of "The Big Bang Theory", namely Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Sheldon Cooper, Raj Koothrappali and Penny. He managed to take the fuck down and put the fuck away all five of them hands down. This chapter, however, involves Freddy entering the universe of "Lady And The Tramp" and going after the two cute, playful, energetic puppies who are in puppy love and go by the names of Scamp and Angel. Is Freddy going to cut both of their lives short(metaphorically and literally alike)? Are one of them going to survive to tell their story/warn the others who they live with about the new menace of an onslaught which is now endangering their otherwise happy lives? Are both of them going to survive to do exactly that? You'll know, but by reading this chapter. There is no other way for you to find out the answer, as I believe you know full well. So go on and read the chapter that I speak of, if you dare(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)!
THINGS TO NOTE:
This chapter's events take place about two weeks after the events of "Lady And The Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure".
I own none of the characters. They all belong to their respective franchises.
Freddy Krueger's Otherworldly Trips
Chapter 43-Petrified Puppy Peril
In their wonderful, happy home, all of the dogs and humans living there were about to get to bed in order to get some shut eye. They had made their way to their respective sleeping spots and, having had a fun but long day and feeling quite drained, were all looking forward to a whole lot of rest. But despite how it seemed very serene and happy for them all(especially Tramp and Scamp, who, in their respective sleeping spots, were snuggled up to their loves, respectively Lady and Angel), the puppy couple was in for something they neither expected nor wanted.
Just after Scamp and Angel were fast and sound asleep, they would find themselves in a place where they'd be running really fast and making a lot of sound in short time. Although they saw that the area they were in was very similar to their house, it was dark and off-putting enough so that it could easily be considered an evil, haunted version of their home at best. Naturally and rightfully for puppies such as themselves, even if they were overall brave and spunky ones, they got really scared on the spot.
"Where did we get taken to, Angel?" Scamp asked while shaking. Angel, as she shivered, said: "From the way it looks, it must be a nasty version of our own home!" They would then see a pack of hellhounds walking right the fuck towards them. Five hellhounds, to be exact. Then an instant later, after Scamp said: "Oh, no! Hellhounds!" and Angel added: "They must be here to make a late night snack out of us!" the hellhounds started chanting, from the first one to the next. Said chanting consisted of the following sentences.
"One, Two, Freddy's Coming For You!" "Three, Four, Have To Lock Your Door!" "Five, Six, Hold A Crucifix!" "Seven, Eight, Gotta Stay Up Late!" "Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again!" "Wait a second! What are they talking about?!" Scamp exclaimed. "I don't have the vaguest idea in the least bit!" Angel said. Just then, the five hellhounds combined both into one individual and it turned from a bunch of hellhounds into the shape of the one and only Freddy Krueger. He would tell the puppies after that: "Not 'what', runty ones. Who. And the one WHO they were talking about was ME!"
"God in heaven, who the hell are you?!" Scamp cried out. "And why the fuck are you here?!" Angel yelped. Freddy leered and really liked/took great pleasure in the sight of how much the two puppies were quaking with obvious terror and of course were scared out of their skulls at the sight of both where they were and who was in front of them. This was appropriate for them and/or almost anyone else, but I digress. He would then say: "Oh, my, of course. I should have introduced myself to you two squirts. The name is Krueger. Freddy Krueger. And I'm here because I want to, and will, kill you both. Followed by your parents and sisters, Scampy Boy, as well as the owners of you both and a whole lotta other prey victims, dog, human or otherwise! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"NO!" barked Angel and Scamp in unison, right before the former shouted: "And what you just told us…that must mean…YOU took us here!" "No shit, you little bitch. Of course I did. This isn't your actual home. It's a house of my making which is meant to both mock and show a terrifying, dark and gruesome version of your house. Such a perfect place for you two little shits to die in, wouldn't you agree? MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Freddy went out. "And pretty goddamn well ironic, too, I'd like to fucking add! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Scamp told Angel: "Angel, I think it's safe to fucking say that we're both in considerable danger and for the fight of our lives!" "Tell me about it, Scamp!" Angel responded. "Especially since said fight will be dangerous and is for our lives!" "Both of which will now fucking end, barkers, thanks to a dangerous and deadly opponent! Namely, yours truly!" Freddy laughed. He brought his gloved hand the fuck down and slammed it to the fucking floor, meaning to slice both Scamp and Angel alike into cutlets of literal dog meat at the same time. Although they managed to avoid this by jumping to opposite sides, it was only being sliced to corpse cuts that was evaded.
For Freddy's pinky and ring finger glove blades made a nasty, considerable cut on Scamp's left side and back, while his middle and index finger glove blades made a just as nasty, just as considerable cut on Angel's right side and back. "OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!" both puppies yowled. "Yeah, I know! Hurts like a fucking bitch, doesn't it?" cackled Freddy. But just after both puppies were lucky enough to land on their feet and Freddy went out: "Oh, and speaking of fucking bitches…I'm thinking, Angel, that right after I've killed off the both of you chump-ass children, I'll be fucking your little corpse, BITCH!"
Of course, this caused both of the wounded and bleeding puppies to let out one hell of a shocked, mortified gasp and open their eyes most widely while a "Well, I never!" look formed on both of their faces. Freddy then added fuel to the fire when he said: "And come to fucking think of it, I'll be cutting off your cock and balls just before you fucking die, Scamp, so the last moments of your pathetic little life will be spent in the most excruciating, torturous agony possible AND you'll get to see me stuff your equipment the fuck into your bitch's mouth and then the fuck down into her little bitch gullet! It's how she'll fucking die horribly, and it's how my raping her little corpse will be fucking foreshadowed! The CHOKE is on both of you! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Predictably enough, this propelled/drove the two pups into the most massive surge of unrelenting rage that they'd ever felt in their entire fucking lives. They charged the fuck at their terrible tormentor and began jumping, running and flipping all the fuck about him at every angle they could reach. They did everything from biting to clawing to head butting to body ramming to muzzle hitting to barking, all as hard as they could, except in the case of the last one, it was as hard as they could. Freddy was going as they did all of this vehemently, zealously and in ways that made it all and only too blatant that they were not holding back in the least bit: "AAAAAAAAARRRGH! YEEEEOOOWWWWGGHH! GNNNNNHHHHH! UUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH! E-RAAAAAAAUUUUGH! AUUURRRRGGHHH! AAAAGH! YAAAARH! NNNGH!"
But, though they managed to do as much damage as they would be allowed the opportunity to inflict, it wasn't nearly enough for them to accomplish their task of seeing Freddy brought the fuck down and destroyed. Freddy proved this by, after saying: "Feisty pups, the two of you are, I see! Well, that's definitely going to make this victory all too joyous for me to the fucking extreme!" turning his signature outfit into a dogcatcher's version of it and turning his glove into a big-ass net with the netting part of it laden with sharp barbs all around each section. This was followed by his using said net to scoop up and trap both of the pups he was attacking.
"Oh, crap! He's trapped us!" Scamp yelped. "And he's cutting into us with this thing, too!" Angel gasped. They felt their flesh being cut into along with their fur being sliced through before that and both saw, smelled and heard their own blood coming the fuck out of them. They both knew that there was only time for them to try one thing that might free them from what would otherwise be their lethal prison that was going to turn them into a bunch of canine cubes. But they were able to just in time, with them, after Freddy put across: "Ha, ha! The net result is that I net me a fucking win! And in a way that's nothing but net, too! Boy, can I be a cut-up towards my fucking victims sometimes! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!" putting all of their effort into making it so that Scamp pushed and threw Angel out of the net and Angel, just before she fully flew out of it, grabbed a hold of Scamp's paws and pulled him out of there, too.
Both went flying, much to Freddy's surprise, and after they landed on the floor, even if with an: "UUUUUNNNNFFFF!" because of how it was inevitably a hard landing with some impact, Angel then said: "Phew. We did it." "And not a second too soon." said Scamp. "Nice try, Krueger." "SO!" Freddy exploded. "Take away my well earned triumph at the last possible instant, will you, you flea-bitten fuckheads?!" He turned the net into a rope and whip mixture and went the fuck over while saying: "That won't do at all! I think I need to show you the ropes about what it means when you're my whipping boy and whipping girl!" Just as Scamp and Angel had gotten back up again, he whipped them repeatedly before wrapping them up tightly.
"YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOWWWWWWGGGHHHHHH!" Angel and Scamp howled out, and when they both went: "UUUUUUHHHHHCCCKKKKK…" from how much the rope was constricting them and cutting off their breathing and circulation alike, Freddy let out: "Looks to me that, while I've got things all wrapped up, you two are all tied up! How very ironic, contradicting and favorable…FOR ME! HAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAA!" But Scamp and Angel took a hold of the rope and whip combination that had them wrapped up tightly and used the mouths that they were having take a hold of it to both help them pull their heads forward to yank Freddy and get him off balance and bite through the whip and rope combo. "WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!" Freddy went out, startled and confused all of a sudden.
After they'd bitten clean the fuck through the part of the rope they'd started chewing on, Scamp and Angel managed to, with each other's help, roll and break the fuck free and get the ropes the fuck off of them, with Freddy tumbling backwards after falling the fuck over and hitting the fucking floor, going: "WAAAAAAAAAAAUUUURRRGGHHHHHHHHH! UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNFFFFFFPPPPPPHHHHH!" "Never, you monster!" snapped Scamp. "We're not letting you kill us or anyone else you might be intent on going after to see dead, our parents, friends and/or owners or otherwise!" "Word, Scamp!" Angel put across. "Face it, Krueger! It doesn't matter if we're puppies! You can't keep, or even take, either of us down, let alone us both! You're gonna pay for giving us all of these whip wounds and coming close to breaking our rib cages, by the way!"
But all of a sudden, Freddy was no longer in front of them. "Huh?" both went in unison, and Scamp then asked Angel, who was just as confused as he was: "Where the hell did he go?" Scamp's question was answered when he and Angel found out the hard way that Freddy had reappeared behind both of them after he teleported the fuck out of their sight. In Scamp's case, it was because Freddy stomped on him hard with his right foot, and in Angel's case, it was because Freddy had now turned his whip and rope combo into a dogcatcher's muzzle and smacked it the fuck onto Angel's natural muzzle/snout. Scamp went: "UUUUUUUUUUULLLLNNNNFFFF!" and Angel went: "AAAAAAACK!" before she was going: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMF! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHFFFFF!"
Freddy would then taunt them with: "Scamp, your behavior has made it so that I need to put my fucking foot down! And you, Angel, you seriously need to shut your fucking mouth, bitch! Hmmm? What's that, you say? You want me to get this fucking thing the fuck off of you and let go of you? Whatever you say, little lady!" He followed this by flinging Angel so that she was hurled the fuck over to where a bookshelf, albeit an empty(except for being laden with cobwebs of various sizes)one, was, and although she no longer had the muzzle on her snout, she did hit the middle of the bottom shelf of that bookshelf hard, going out: "UUUUUNNNGGH!" And, while it was in a way so that she was just trapped under the fucking opening rather than being crushed and killed, the bookshelf still subsequently fell the fuck down over her after she hit it.
Angel, as she saw it happening and knew what it was and meant, cried out in fear and fright: "E-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" She couldn't find any way out, try as she did, and Freddy then said: "I'll finish the fuck up with you after I'm done with your boyfriend, bitch!" before he turned to Scamp and said: "Okay, bastard runt, it's your fucking turn now!" In reply, Scamp said: "Okay, asshole, that fucking tears it! Nobody does that to my girl and gets by with it!" But Freddy gave a rebuttal of: "So who the hell says you'll get the fucking chance to make good on that stupid-ass claim, dipshit?" and flipped Scamp the fuck over with his glove knives, having turned his muzzle the fuck back into his signature glove and transformed the fuck back into his standard form/appearance during the time that he turned around to face Scamp.
In the process, he cut open Scamp's other side, which he'd predictably meant to do, causing Scamp to yowl: "YE-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He also, after seeing just how well he'd flipped Scamp over and exposed his belly, formed a sadistic grin and made his next of moves in the form of the one he'd thought of just now. He started it by making a vertical slash in the center of Scamp's underside, causing the grey puppy to scream: "AAAAAAAAAOOWGH!" Angel, hearing all of this from under the bookshelf and able to tell what was going on, cranked up her efforts of struggling to find a way out drastically, which is saying something. She also at the same time cried out: "Scamp! SCAMP! NO! STOP HURTING HIM, KRUEGER! NOW! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, YOU BASTARD?!"
But Freddy just kept on with his new attack on Scamp which was going to turn out to be by far the worst of them. First, he got a hold of the end of Scamp's small intestine, saying to the pup as he did so: "GUT-cha, brat." He picked Scamp up only with his glove blades that held onto his small intestine and walked the fuck on over to a flight of stairs. Although Scamp had of course been struggling for the whole of the time that Freddy had cut him after flipping him over and did all else to him that he'd done, and most definitely was continuing to struggle now, and just as nonstop as he'd been doing previously(only it was now more than ever, which is quite a statement), Freddy just kept moving casually and knelt down on one knee at the top of the flight of stairs, just as quickly and effortlessly as he'd bent over when flipping Scamp on his back.
He then looked into Scamp's eyes, which made it clear that he was now scared beyond belief(as in, they were brimming with tears, he was so outright afraid), and while smiling at him wickedly, Freddy said to him: "Scamp, a while back, I played a game a bit similar to the one I'm going to play with you in just a few moments. It was with a puppeteer named Philip Anderson. I used his arm and leg veins as puppet strings before getting him the fuck out to one of the fucking windows of the building he lived in and slicing those veins so that he'd fall the fuck to his death, which ironically was a common way for sleepwalkers to die, at least the falling from an open window ledge part, anyway, and a sleepwalker he was. Now, he was also, as I said before, a puppeteer. And my killing of him? That was back in my original universe. In this one, though, the kill along those lines that I do will be focused on the digestive system instead of the circulatory one, and furthermore, it won't be done on a guy who's a puppeteer. It'll be done on a guy who's showing PUPPY TEARS. GET IT? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Scamp was now shaking considerably, and for good reason. He had every right to do so, especially given not only the state he was in, but also what Freddy said next, which made it clear what the nighttime nasty was about to do to him. For the dream demon's words consisted of: "I, after a fun night with you and your girlfriend, am suddenly in the motherfucking mood for a different kind of fun. A little lane BOWEL-ing, to be exact. With these stairs serving as the fucking lane, of course. And there's the fucking pins." As he pointed down the stairs to a bunch of really tall, sharp, thin metal pins coming the fuck up out of the floor, all of them point up, he then continued: "Now, let's fucking see if I can get me a perfect round of BOWEL-ing, shall we?" Scamp, realizing full well what Freddy was saying, immediately started shaking his head furiously, not wanting this at all and also scared on top of scared by now.
"AAAAWWWW, you don't want to? TOO BAD." Freddy told him snidely before he got his hand into position and then flung it the fuck out like one would do when releasing a bowling ball. The jerk of it and the force with which he performed his dirty, disgusting and diabolical deed/the strength he put into his unleashing Scamp like a bowling ball, made it so that Scamp's small intestine came right the fuck out of him more and more as Freddy's glove blades gripped it, with the intestine quickly looking like a long rope connected to Freddy's glove knives and coming out of Scamp's belly. Scamp didn't stop going the fuck down and screaming: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" until he reached the fucking foot of the stairs, at which point his intestine snapped the fuck out of him and off of the region of his internal belly which had contained it.
Then the rest of his body flew the fuck up into the air a few feet and he landed onto the pins so that he was impaled through his back and up through his frontal torso, belly or otherwise, and got killed instantly as a result of that, his blood painting the floor, the pins and the stairs alike. Freddy a second later pumped his left hand's fist and said: "STRIKE! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! My bowling and killing skills alike sure are sharp! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET MY POINT, Scampy-boy? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He'd then stand the fuck back up and say: "Okay, the first one's dead, and the second one's about to be!" The next instant saw him going the fuck over to where Angel was trapped under the bookshelf.
He'd then, as he heard Angel's continuing struggles and yowlings, use his left hand to lift the bookshelf the fuck up and she, realizing what had just happened, looked up to see Freddy standing the fuck over her, going white with scared, petrified horror. "Hey there, Angel." Freddy spoke. "Your boyfriend really made a fun bowling ball on a string!"
He tossed Scamp's torn out small intestine, which was covered in and filled with the aforementioned blood, the covered state also applying to the floor that Freddy had walked across and some of the bookshelf he'd just lifted, the fuck down at her for emphasis.
Angel was speechless and paralyzed, both of those fucking things being with shock, grief, fury and all things like those three feelings, with Freddy then telling her: "I've gotta congratulate him for how he really had the GUTS to play hard while bowling alongside me. But enough about him. On to you, bitch. I've got the rest of your life nice and booked. All twenty seconds of it. You're about to put all of your fucking hope of surviving your little playdate with me the fuck on the shelf. Shame you won't be around to see me dispose of all your other dog buddies and your human pals. Now, let's cut your short life, well, short, shall we? You, Angel, are about to become an actual angel at my hands. Figuratively as much as literally, bitch! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
But Angel turned out to be more fortunate than Scamp, as she suddenly found herself wide awake just after Freddy raised his glove to try and slash her into a cut up corpse. This was, as she came to see and thus find out, because her fellow pet dogs and her human owners had all been woken the fuck up by all of the noises she and Scamp had been making during their nightmare and spurred to come the fuck down to see what the hell was going on, then swiftly shaken her hard so that she would be gotten the fuck out of her dream and back into the real, waking world. All of them were shocked, confused and horrified, all on levels beyond description, at the sight of her wounds, but they, and her, would be even more of all of those things when they saw what they would very shortly. First, though, we check out how Angel was now seeing how she was awake and alive alike.
Tramp said to her: "Angel, what in God's name has happened to you? You're injured horrifically!" Angel then said in response: "A horrible nightmare, that's what! Me and Scamp both had it…WAIT! WHERE THE HELL IS SCAMP?!" Everyone looked the fuck about until they all saw Scamp's badly slashed and horribly gutted corpse. "SCAMP!" they all yelled in unison. They rushed the fuck over to him, and Lady was the first one to start crying despite how they all did so, but especially her, Danielle, Annette, Collette, Tramp and Angel. "SCAMP…NO…THIS CAN'T BE TRUE…THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING…" Angel managed to squeeze out, while the others were speechless with sadness, shock and lividness.
"OUR SON…" Tramp was able to weep. "OUR BEAUTIFUL SON…" Lady sobbed. Danielle, Annette and Collette all cried out: "BROTHER…" The others present were too choked the fuck up to say anything at all. After they were able to think and speak straightly and properly, though there were still plenty of tears coming out of everyone's eyes, Lady said to Angel: "You said that this was a nightmare you and he both had?" "But nightmares aren't real!" Tramp stated. "Well, somehow this one was!" Angel barked. "There was this horrible monster! He said that his name was Freddy Krueger! He attacked me and Scamp! He killed Scamp! He almost killed me! And he would have if you all hadn't shaken me awake!"
The ones who weren't Angel became confused and looked at each other in utter bewilderment. They'd never even heard Freddy's name, let alone known about the nighttime killer. Then they turned the fuck back to Angel, knowing that there was a lot, and I mean a whole hell of a shitload of a lot, that they had to, well, know. Tramp then spoke for all of them when he said to Angel: "Angel, tell us everything. And I mean that most literally." "Every last detail and piece of information." Lady said, also speaking for all of them. "Got it?" "Oh, I've got it, all right." Angel said. "We have to stop that demon and both avenge Scamp and make sure no one else gets butchered by him at all costs and by any means necessary." The others nodded and Angel started letting them know what happened from the moment she and Scamp fell asleep to when she was shaken awake.
We now go the fuck back to when Freddy was in his original universe and specifically in his dreamland boiler room and the throne therein once again. He was going: "YEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I may not have killed both of the pathetic puppies who I was going after, but besides how I would have if all of those equally pathetic losers hadn't woken up Angel via shaking her enough so that she woke up before I could deliver the blow that would have finished her, I got Scamp but good! He must be bellyaching about how he's now one of the souls who is unable not to feed my power now that he's a fucking part of me! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! But, anyhow, let's see me sat the fuck back down into that throne and gone the fuck on over to that orb of mine so I know where the hell I'm going next for my latest of trips to another universe and whose dream I'm entering when in there!"
So, after going the fuck over to his throne and having/taking a fucking seat in it for a few minutes or so, Freddy would stand the fuck up yet again and march the hell on over to his orb to get what the hell he fucking wanted every time he was on his way to that fucking orb. After he got close enough to pick it the fuck up and did just that, he said to the orb: "Okay, time for my next of trips! Show me where the hell I'm going, who the hell I'm entering the dream or dreams of and the passageway that will get me the fuck there!"
The orb instantly obeyed his demands, and as it did all of what he'd ordered it to do at exactly the same fucking time, Freddy would say: "Ah, so I'm having me another visit to the Beast Wars universe, am I? And not only am I going the fuck after Rattrap again, who can't possibly get as fucking lucky as he did the last time I attacked him twice, but I'm also going to be making a fucking attempt on the fucking lives of two other Maximals. The ones called Tigatron and Blackarachnia! A nice dream combo once again, this time made up of the ones of three sleeping targets instead of two like the one that I just fucking finished! Okay, time to take that second visit to the Beast Wars Transformers universe!"
With that, he got the fuck into the passageway that was generated for him after placing the orb the fuck back down into its fucking non-usage place and entered his way the fuck into the combined dreams of Tigatron, Blackarachnia and Rattrap. Was he going to kill all three of them, in the process filling the fucking slot left for him when Rattrap lucked out and woke up before Freddy could kill him along with snagging two other dead victims? Would he only kill one of them, whether it was the aforementioned Rattrap, the equally aforementioned Blackarachnia or the just as aforementioned Tigatron? Would he kill two of them in one pair or another while only one of them lived to tell the other Maximals that Freddy was back and had ended the lives of the two others who were in the nightmare along with him or her? Or would all three of them live the fuck through their hellish, diabolical dream and inform the rest of the Maximals that Freddy had struck again and almost deactivated them for good/made them go permanently offline?
The answer to these questions will only be given/presented to you if you take yourself to the next of this terrifying tale's chapters and read it. That this chapter has now come to a close is a nice amount of emphasizing for such a fact as that.
END OF CHAPTER 43
Well, how did you like this chapter, everyone? I am hoping that it was a good read for you. I did most definitely kill Scamp off. Not because I hate him. In fact, I love both him and Angel. Sadly, the fact that he and Angel are both puppies, albeit very brave, feisty, cool, smart and talented ones, makes it so that at least one of them was unavoidably bound and inevitably destined to get killed by Freddy.
And, since Scamp both was featured at the end of "Lady And The Tramp" and made the main protagonist of "Lady And The Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure"(hell, his name is even in the title!), while Angel was only in the latter movie and the deuteragonist, plus Scamp was, at least until he learned his lesson and became a better person, err, puppy for it, anyway, noticeably more of a jerk than Angel, it was most appropriate IMO that it'd be Scamp who Freddy put away, my love for the character notwithstanding(and particularly since I love Angel even more).
I now move on both with how the remaining characters in the "Lady And The Tramp" universe have one hell of a(literally)killer problem on their hands, and ironically how we go away from that for now and switch our fucking focus the fuck to the Beast Wars universe, where Freddy will be revisiting Rattrap and also paying his first visit to Tigatron and Blackarachnia in the process of that return.
All of their dreams will mix together, continuing that trend which Freddy's been going about with quite a bit now, and Freddy will assail all three of them, meaning to see them all good and extinguished.
Which ones will survive, if any? Which ones will die, if any? And what will happen if all three of them die? What will happen if none of them die? And what will become of the other Maximals when whatever happens occurs and cannot be reversed or undone at all? Know what the outcome will be by reading this chapter's follow-up chapter, and also please be so good as to give ratings and reviews for this chapter, if you could!