YES!

Here it is!

The fiftieth chapter of this story!

Oh, hell yeah, and I mean oh, FUCK YEAH, I just love how long I've made this and how it's so far, at least overall, anyway, been well received.

This isn't the end of it, mind you, but it just feels so damn good to have gotten this far.

Oh, and part of why I add it so soon as this, just so you know, is because I've been putting off on this story for so long, as you read in the last chapter, plus, with it being chapter fifty and all, I just couldn't restrain myself, I was so eager to add it today.

Now, before this chapter, we saw that Freddy attacked the Littles in the Stuart Little universe and specifically went after George, Margalo, Snowbell and Stuart, ending up killing the former two despite how Mr. and Mrs. Little woke up the latter two just in time(as in, if it were half a second later than they made it happen, then it would have been too late for both furred heroes)and now the minus one member and bird friend Little family is understandably in a state of fear and panic.

What we focus on currently, however, is how Freddy is now paying his next visit to the universe of Tiny Toon Adventures, and, as you may recall, he took out Elmyra and almost got Furrball and Fifi, but the latter two were fortunate enough to survive.

On this trip, though, he's after Hamton J. Pig, and there's no way of knowing whether the pig will live through his, well, living nightmare and/or if he'll be the only one Freddy attacks on this next of visits he's paying to the Tiny Toon Adventures universe.

If there are others who fall into Hamton's dream, one cannot guess for sure if there'll be a singular or plural amount of them, and either way, one certainly cannot know for sure whether they'll lose their lives or not.

So let's make our way right on into this chapter where Hamton falls asleep, and, after so long of Freddy not having been seen, known or dreamt of by anyone in the TTA universe, he's suddenly back and ready to go for Hamton's life and indeed the causing of his death, and both see what occurs and whether or not Hamton and/or one or more different toons end up dying at Freddy's villainous hands, both figuratively and literally.

THINGS TO NOTE:

I own none of the characters. They all belong to the A Nightmare On Elm Street and Tiny Toon Adventures franchises.

Freddy Krueger's Otherworldly Trips

Chapter 50-Pigging Out

It was the time of night in the Tiny Toon Adventures universe where everyone went to sleep, and Hamton J. Pig was no exception, having basked in how wonderful it felt to sleep in a nice, clean room every single night once more on this one, said cleanness obviously having been caused by him earlier in the day, since, being the cleanness nut he was, he would make sure of it that not a speck of his room was ever the least bit dirty at all every time it needed cleaning.

He thought to himself: "This is like heaven on Earth, this room of mine, as clean as any and every kind of place and/or thing can get, and being my own room in general, too, but it being so neat and tidy does matter, and much. Anyway, time to drift off for the next matter of hours before morning comes again…"

So he did do just as he said it was time for him to do, losing consciousness and being fast asleep in a long, deep slumber, having the good feeling of his room being the way that he wanted it to be while he slept like he made sure never failed to be the case at night.

Just after Hamton fell asleep, though, he was no longer in his bed. Instead, he found that he was in a slaughterhouse, of all things.

"What the?" Hamton yelped, and then he said: "Why am I suddenly in a slaughterhouse? I was in my bed just a half of a second ago!"

That was followed with him seeing on one of the slaughterhouse walls, in blood, the words: "One, Two, Freddy's After You! Three, Four, You'd Best Lock That Door! Five, Six, Get A Crucifix! Seven, Eight, You Will Stay Up Late! Nine, Ten, Don't You Sleep Again!"

"What's all that supposed to mean…" began Hamton, but then it hit/struck him: "Wait, Freddy? FREDDY KRUEGER?! I can't be in one of his nightmares! He visited before and killed Elmyra, plus almost did the same to Furrball and Fifi, but he's been absent since then! I really hope he's not back and this is just some kind of sham!"

Hamton then heard Freddy going: "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig! Home again, home again, jiggity jig! To market, to market, to buy a fat hog! Home again, home again, jiggity jog!"

After the pig turned around and saw him wearing a slaughterhouse butcher's outfit and a chef's hat despite still wielding his well-known claw glove, Freddy told him: "No sham. I'm back, all right, and this time, I'm out for pork just as much as I am for blood. Both from you, of course!"

Freddy then made numerous meat cleavers fly at Hamton, saying as he did so: "But hey, at least you get so fucking spend your final motherfucking moments of life looking at lots and lots of CLEAVAGE all at once! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Hamton cried out as he tried to dodge the meat cleavers as much as possible, succeeding in making it so that he didn't die, but not being able to avoid a lot of dreadful wounds from the cleavers.

Hurt bad, but still able to move, Hamton heard Freddy say: "Managed to twist your way out of what should have fucking killed you, have you, fat boy? Well, you're still damaged bad, so you won't be able to pull that fucking shit stunt again!"

"I don't and won't have to, Krueger!" Hamton shouted as he formed a giant vacuum in his hand and ran over to Freddy before he began beating him with it like there was no tomorrow, saying as he did so: "Because I'm going to beat you after showing you just how much you suck!"

"OOOOOOF! UNNNNHH! AAARRRGHHH! UULLLPPPHH! UUUHHH! GAAAAHHH! UNUGGHHHH! NNNNNNN! AAAAGGHHH! OOOOMMMPPFF! ULLLLPPPPMMMFFFF! OOOLLLLMMMMPHHH!" Freddy shouted out before Hamton used the vacuum's cord to wrap around Freddy as so to strangle him and slam him this way and that way, causing him to yell: "GAAAAAAAAAKKKKUUUUUUNNNNPPPHHHHFFF!"

Subsequently, Hamton made the cord fly off of him, whipped him with it and, before turning the vacuum on, said: "This next move of mine ought to whip things up into shape!" an instant later using the turned on vacuum to suck a lot of Freddy off of him, eliciting one hell of an: "E-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" from the sleep slasher.

Hamton now said: "I told you that you suck, and now I'm proving it! I said I'd show it before I beat you, and now I'm staying true to my word here, monster! Doesn't that just make your living dead life come apart?"

But Freddy teleported away all of a sudden, and Hamton went: "Huh? Where did he…?"

Suddenly, Freddy appeared in front of him, back to normal, and used his glove to plunge into, slash and blow up Hamton's vacuum, making it so that its pieces nailed Hamton hard in the face, catching him completely off guard.

"UUULLLCCCNNNNNGGGKKKKK!" Hamton went, and Freddy then said: "…go? Right in front of you to first slash your fucking vacuum up…"

Freddy subsequently, as Hamton was disoriented and trying to get everything out of his face, slashed Hamton's round, exposed belly open with his blades, making Hamton scream out in pain: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Freddy then added: "…and then slash your fat belly open!"

Though Hamton was not yet dead, he fell onto his back, with Freddy saying: "So, this little piggy's in my market…this little piggy's asleep home…this little piggy will be my meat…this little piggy will have no life…and this little piggy will cry help, help, help and no, no, no all the way the fuck on down to hell! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, let's see where to start. Spareribs, perhaps?"

Suddenly, Fowlmouth appeared and said: "HEY! What the hell? Where the fuck am I? A SLAUGHTERHOUSE?! How did I wind up here? I had just fallen asleep!"

But then he saw Freddy and gasped: "KRUEGER! You're the fucking one who fucking created all of this shit and obviously fucking entered Hamton's goddamn dream before I found myself brought the hell into it, as I can see by how he's very severely injured!"

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner, folks!" Freddy said, then he looked at Hamton, scratched his index finger claw down his belly button and said: "Count your lucky stars, fat boy. Your death just got put the fuck off for the time it takes me to turn Fowlmouth into various chicken dishes!"

Suddenly, Freddy saw Fowlmouth right in front of him, with the latter then punching him right in the face, having come close enough while Freddy did and said to Hamton what had just been said and done so that, once Freddy turned around, Fowlmouth's punch would easily land on his face, and Freddy went: "UUUUUUUUHHHHH!"

"Various chicken dishes, huh, asshole?" Fowlmouth snapped. "Hardly! I think not! The only one dying here is you, as fucking evidenced by how I fucking nailed your ass with one of the many attacks I'm goddamn going to fucking use on you!"

Fowlmouth punched, kicked and pecked away at Freddy, all the while letting loose shitloads of obscenities, but Freddy suddenly turned the tables by bopping Fowlmouth's chin with his left forearm, right underneath the whole of his bottom chin, to be exact, and, while Fowlmouth was dizzied and going: "UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH…" his dream demon opponent capitalized on the opening that he now had.

Slamming the blades of his glove clean into and through Fowlmouth's torso, the chicken could only go: "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRCCCCCCKKKKK!" as he was not dead yet, but certainly fatally wounded, with Hamton going: "Oh, no! Fowlmouth! No! No!" as the pig knew the chicken was done for.

Worse yet, after Freddy pulled his glove blades out of Fowlmouth's torso, he used his powers to hurl the still living Fowlmouth onto a giant cutting board that he suddenly created, an instant later saying: "So, not so fucking tough now, are ya, you chickenshit asshole of a chickenhearted motherfucker? You thought you could stop me? Well, fuck you! I'm betting these knives I'm forming along with the nails in your shoulders and thighs are things you can't fucking face the fuck off against, but you're not even trying to! What are you…CHICKEN?"

Neither Fowlmouth nor Hamton could do a damn thing as Freddy made the knives come down and chop Fowlmouth up, also having it so that Fowlmouth burst into flames and was cooked to a crisp, and by the time Freddy was done, he said: "Well done chicken cutlets, anyone? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Turning around, he said: "Now, where we were, piggy? Ah, yes! I was about to finish your fat ass the fuck off via making a fucking chainsaw the fuck out of my goddamn glove to slice you into sliced ham! Pretty damn fitting that your fucking name would be Hamton, huh? Time to go to the pigsty in hell! HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!"

Just after he turned his glove into a chainsaw, though, Plucky Duck was heard saying: "What the hell exactly happened here? I'm in a slaughterhouse even though I just drifted the fuck off into slumberland? Wait a second…"

Hamton then called out: "Plucky! It's Krueger! He's made a slaughterhouse out of dreamland and he just killed Fowlmouth! He wants to kill me, which he meant to do before Fowlmouth showed up, and he undoubtedly now wants to kill you, too! I can't do a thing! He wounded me too terribly! I'm helpless!"

"Well, not anymore, you're not!" Plucky told Hamton. "I know Krueger better than you do or Fowlmouth did, since I once went trick or treating with a Freddy costume and before that was nearly killed by his fucking parody, Eddy Cougar! And I'm gonna let him kill my best friend while also being a target of his for afterwards? Like hell! As one of your victims once said to you, Krueger, let's dance, asshole! You might have fucking killed Fowlmouth, but you will kill neither me nor Hamton, and the latter's getting his injuries treated after I've fucking vanquished your ass!"

"Very big words, and quite the brave talking of the fucking talk you've goddamn got there, Plucky! But let's see your ass walk the walk!" Freddy replied.

"No problem, motherfucker!" Plucky said before landing a flurry of punches on Freddy and then throwing him a few feet away, following by jumping up into the air and flying right down towards him, nailing Freddy hard just as he was getting up and knocking him even more feet away.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Freddy shouted, and Plucky immediately landed from the air after this while saying: "You still think you're goddamn going to fucking win here and end my closest friend's life? If so, you're even more crazy then we all thought, you bastard, and that's saying something! WHOAAA!"

The last part came from how Plucky sudden saw a pentagram form on the floor below him, and though each of his feet was standing in one of the openings, he saw Freddy teleport in front of him and say: "Really, Plucky? I would beg to differ on that!"

Then Plucky was forced to do as much as he could to dance around the unpredictable moving, location changing and switching up this way and that way of the pentagram's fire line areas, soon enough being burned and falling over onto his back as he went: "YEEEOWWW!"

Freddy then laughed: "HA! Let's fucking see you fucking save your best friend NOW, duck dinner to be!" But Plucky landed a two-footed kick on Freddy before kicking him in the gut with his left foot and then up the chin with the other, saying to his adversary: "Oh, I'll fucking do it, all right! I might be burned bad, but I'm not beaten yet! AAAAAAAAAAA!"

The last thing he said came from how the pentagram disappeared by turning itself into a giant, circular wall of fire which was quite high, and although the floor no longer was burning Plucky, since the flames had been removed from it, the fire had Plucky trapped, with Freddy a second later saying: "You are now, future roast duck supper! You're trapped in the ring of fire, and you've been burned enough so that the heat around you will make your ass to damn weak to fucking do shit as I finish off your fat friend!"

"NO! Don't you dare go anywhere near him, you motherfucker!" yelled Plucky, but it was no use. Plucky was impotent to help Hamton as Freddy then went over to the bleeding pig and said: "Okay, pork dinner! Time to fucking finish exactly what the hell we fucking started before those two birds butted in!"

"N-NO…" Hamton squeezed out, knowing that this was the most that he could possibly do, with Freddy then saying: "YUH-YES." and used his chainsaw of a right hand to slice, dice and slash Hamton up into pieces of literal dead meat which were on top of floods of blood, an instant later going: "Man, do I have a fucking knack for bleeding others dry or what? Guess I made it so that you just went the fuck to pieces, huh, piggy? At least my attempts at success against my fucking victims are clearly goddamn going to cut it. I certainly SAW to that. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Though you sure are quite the cutup, Hamton! It sure as hell sucks to be you, especially since your room, which you were so fucking fanatic about keeping clean, is now filthy with your remains and those of Fowlmouth, blood or otherwise! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Freddy turned around while turning his glove back to normal and said: "Okay, duck boy, now it's your turn! I'm goddamn going the fuck for the fucking hat trick here, and you'll be the one who fucking scores me that shit! You'll be my third kill here, just like I've goddamned got third degree burns all the fuck over my body, which makes it all the more fucking fitting that I'd trap your ass with fire and motherfucking make it part of what the hell fucking kills you!"

"Up yours!" Plucky went as he heard Freddy approaching. "You fucking killed my best friend, you son of a bitch, and you're goddamn going to fucking pay for that when I fucking kill you in exchange and retaliation, you bastard! You asshole! You fuck! You motherfucker! You cunt!"

"How very brazen and spunky you are!" Freddy told Plucky. "Although it's not goddamn going to fucking do shit to help your ass at all once I've finished you the fuck off with a combo of roasting and raking! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And hey, this is a slaughterhouse, and I am goddamn going to fucking slaughter you like I did the pig and the chicken, and laugh it the fuck up while doing so! After all, you can't spell 'slaughter' without 'laughter', now can you? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He would turn his arm into a long, still version of itself and his glove into a rake version of itself, followed by making it come in like a regular rake when taking a hold of leaves to put into leaf bags, and when Plucky saw what he was doing(specifically the Freddy arm and glove fusion rake coming right at him through the flames), he screamed in fright: "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

But Plucky turned out to be luckier than Fowlmouth and Hamton, because he found himself back in his bed all of a sudden, seeing Buster, Babs, Shirley, Fifi, Furrball and Calamity Coyote all around him, standing in places that made it so that they were in a circle around the horrendously damaged, but not beyond recovery, duck.

"Plucky?" asked Shirley. "Like, what's been done to you here, or some junk?"

"Shirley! Calamity! Fifi! Furrball! Babs! Buster! Krueger's back! He killed Hamton and Fowlmouth! My best friend! And one of our friends overall! Fowlmouth might not be so popular or anything, but he didn't fucking deserve this, either! I'm guessing you all must have been woken the fuck up by all the noise that was motherfucking made when all of this shit went the fuck on, because why else would cause you to come here?"

"You're absolutely right about us being woken up by the noise and winding up here." Buster told him, with Babs then saying: "But the reason we chose here instead of Hamton or Fowlmouth's places was because you were causing the biggest racket out of them all, so we arrived at your home."

Calamity then held up a sign that said: "So we came to your room to tell you to knock it off, since we were all trying to sleep, but when we saw you hurt bad, we all yelled your name at once as loud as we could."

"You did?" Plucky asked. "Yup." another sign Calamity then held up said.

"Well, thanks a whole hell of a lot, all of you, because I was ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE and would have if you hadn't got here and shouted my name at the top of your fucking lungs!" let out Plucky.

"You're most welcome, Plucky. But wait…" Furrball put in. "You said that Hamton and Fowlmouth were both killed."

Fifi spoke: "Oui. But I can't see either one anywhere, and neizer can ze rest of us. Do vous zink there might be a chance zat zey survived, after all, since they'd surely be here in ze form in which zey died thanks to vous being in zeir nightmares combined with yours, given zat's how eet happens with Krueger?"

"Hold on, Fifi…YOU COULD BE RIGHT!" Plucky exclaimed with a sudden spring of hope. "After all, they live in different houses, and there have been last minute awakenings before, so maybe their deaths were hallucinations of what the hell would have happened if Krueger had actually killed them despite him thinking he really did!"

"Possibly, yes!" Furrball said, everyone else feeling that spring of hope. "But we have to each split up into a group and go to where they live if we're going to find whether they died or not, though I think it's best that Fifi and myself lead the way in each one, since we were Krueger's last targets."

"Zat ees, before Elmyra got eento our shared dream and he keeled her deespite how we were luckier zan here and ended up surviveeng. Een any case, Furrball's idea here is most sound, and I feel zat eet's only fitteeng, as well." Fifi put in.

"Hey, it makes the most sense." Buster agreed, the others nodding their heads.

"Okay, so, like, who's going with who?" Shirley asked.

"Let's see, first…" began Furrball, but then his cat nose suddenly picked up a most unpleasant scent and he said: "UUUGGGHHH…hey, what's that smell? Something worse than the aroma from the alley that I used to live in suddenly just entered this…room?"

Everyone looked around, and then, to their great shock and petrified horror, to say nothing of their paralyzing feelings of fright, they saw the bloody, organ, flesh and bone laden mess that used to be Hamton present, and they saw the literally smoked, roasted in a well done way and cut up pieces of flesh and feathers that were once what were part of Fowlmouth, along with what of his blood was left decorating them everywhere, more than half, but not the bulk of it, underneath the pieces I speak of.

"Non! NON! HAMTON! FOWLMOUTH!" Fifi screamed out, and Furrball screeched: "OH, DEAR GOD, NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! THIS CAN'T BE TRUE! THEY WERE THERE THAT WHOLE TIME? WHY COULDN'T WE SEE OR SMELL THEM UNTIL NOW, THEN?"

"UUUGGGHHHH…" said Babs as she and the others covered their noses. "Yeah, how? Wait a fucking second…Krueger must have made sure that they were neither in sight nor giving off any kind of aroma until we suddenly got some unexpected hope in order to put some fucking goddamn salt in open wounds galore, the bastard!"

"Okay, now we're really in danger!" Buster stated. "It was plenty scary, serious, dire and life threatening enough when he was simply after us with the intent of killing whoever he chose to when one or more of us was asleep. But now Krueger's fucking with us like this, too?!"

"We need to awaken whoever's still sleeping and inform them of how unsafe we are, or actually less safe than we were previously, before Freddy, after so damn long, made a return here!" Plucky said. "Though it's worth pointing out that we also really should do something about my injuries, especially given that they're some bad burns from Freddy's fire attack shit!"

"Like, easy as pie, or some junk, Plucky!" Shirley told him as she conjured up the sort of rainfall that would both cool Plucky down due to it being cold and heal Plucky up with the way she manipulated it to be. "And coming right up!"

Once the rain undid Plucky's burns, he said: "Thanks, Shirl! Good to be back to normal, or at least as back to normal as I can be under these circumstances, anyway!"

He got out of his bed and then spoke further: "Are we now getting going or what?"

"We sure are!" Babs nodded, and Calamity held up a sign that said: "Every second counts, and indeed time is of the essence!"

So they all took off, with Furrball leading Calamity, Babs and Shirley and Fifi leading Buster and Plucky while they went to house after house to wake up everyone who still slept both to give them the warning and information that they needed and to make sure Freddy wouldn't get a chance to make an attempt on their lives after taking Fowlmouth's and Hamton's and very nearly Plucky's, too.

As for Freddy, he was now back in his original universe's boiler room, and he was as happy as a clam, saying: "OH, THIS IS JUST TOO FUCKING AWESOME FOR WORDS! Oh, sure, I wanted a fucking hat trick and all of that other shit, but I goddamn got two out of three and this time goddamn got the next best damn thing instead of the next to next best damn thing like last time with the four little losers! And yeah, I once again only got two, but this time it was, as I fucking said before, two out of three, and that's a whole hell of a lot better than two out of four! So it still was one big-ass fucking victory for me! Especially since I got to fuck with their fucking emotions by making it so that my kills didn't make themselves clear in Plucky's room until I decided that shit would fucking happen! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But, whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not let me goddamn get thrown the fuck off track here, as great as this feels. I really need to sit my ass the fuck down again."

After putting his ass upon his throne and cooling his jets until he was in his regular kind of emotional and mental state once more, he stood up and walked over to his orb, stating after picking it up: "Well, it's time for the fucking orb operation again. Show me where the hell I'm taking a fucking trip to next, orb, and make it just as clear who I'm making a fucking attempt on the fucking life of at the same damn time, too, and just as simultaneously make me that passage I need for that sort of shit every time I fucking do this."

The orb obeyed all of his commands, and he said: "Ah, so I'm taking another trip to the Road Rovers universe, am I? And this time I'm going for Exile instead of Colleen, Blitz, Shag and Muzzle like last time, with me snaring the latter two despite how the original ones who I was after managed to live through what was motherfucking meant to be how they fucking died and indeed motherfucking met their goddamn deaths? Hey, okay by me! Besides, I'd like a different target in my next trip to a universe I've been at before, this one, the Tiny Toon Adventures one I just fucking finished with or otherwise. Hopefully I'll be given that bastard Blitz and that bitch Colleen again in the fucking process, but in any case, here I go now."

Having seen that the orb did what it needed to, he would go through the entrance, and, as soon as he placed the orb back in its spot, he did just that.

Freddy's having made his way the fuck through it, looking forward to how he was going to attack Exile, would raise the following question.

Could the husky be made to be put in a hearse? Would he live but be hurt bad? Could any of his remaining fellow Rovers be brought into his dream, and if they were, would any of them die or, conversely, survive? Could it be that Exile would die along with one or more of them, or live while one or more of them lost their lives despite Exile maintaining his own if this was to be the case? Would Exile, if other Rovers were brought into his dream, be killed as they were destroyed, as well? If he wasn't to be by himself in his dream, would Blitz and/or Colleen once more be put in danger of Freddy's lethal attacks, and if so, would one or both of them be offed like Freddy was intent on making the case before but instead later wound up with getting rid of Shag and Muzzle, even if it was still pleasing to him despite how he would have preferred killing all four? Would Exile die while one or more of the Rovers who joined him, if(these are indeed all big IFS, mind you) he was joined by any one of them in his dream, lived?

You'll only be given the knowledge by reading the next chapter, and this is where this one comes to a close.

END OF CHAPTER 50

Yeah, I killed Hamton and Fowlmouth even though I spared Plucky.

I might like all three, but the problem is that one, Hamton's love of cleaning made it so that it was hard for him to even bear the fact he was in a filthy slaughterhouse of Freddy's making, so it was difficult to combat his attacker even though he managed to for a time, two, Fowlmouth is the least popular out of the three who Freddy faced, so if Hamton's going to die, then Fowlmouth sure is and three, Plucky is not only far less naïve than Hamton, which means that he would not be as easy for Freddy to scare and make feel trapped despite how his tormenter still scared him plenty here, but he knows the monster better than the other two(remember, he dressed up as him for Halloween in Night Ghoulery and has been attacked by Eddy Cougar, a blatant parody of the dream demon).

So if I was going to kill Hamton, I sure as hell was going to kill Fowlmouth, and I was close to deciding to kill Plucky, but, since I didn't want to give the impression that I hate farm animals, and since Plucky had the Freddy-related statuses that I described above, I let him live instead.

That Plucky is the most hilarious out of the three, at least in my opinion, only adds to why he survived while the others died, though he's now got a lot on his plate and so do the other inhabitants of the TTA universe, given that Freddy struck their dreamland before and has now done so again.

Oh, and just in case you're wondering, yes, the Fowlmouth chin bopping and then torso impaling thing done by Freddy was indeed a shout out to that scene in "Star Wars: Episode I-The Phantom Menace" in which Darth Maul does exactly that to Qui Gon Jinn, with the handle of his double-bladed lightsaber and the right blade of that weapon, respectively, and Plucky's reaction was an echoing to Obi Wan Kenobi's reaction when that Darth Maul kill happened.

Likewise, the Hamton slaughterhouse and pig-related nursery rhymes were a nod to one of the "A Nightmare On Elm Street" Wildstorm comic books in which Freddy does that sort of thing to a fat, but not grossly overweight, girl who, ironically, survives her near death experience of an outright frightening ordeal, and Plucky's "let's dance, asshole" reference was one to when, in the third "A Nightmare On Elm Street" movie, Taryn White, a troubled teenage girl with a history of drug abuse, says: "Okay, asshole, let's dance!" to Freddy before she does battle with him, and, sadly, becomes his third kill in that third movie(ironic yet fitting)despite putting up a valiant effort against him, which is partly why I was spurred to make Plucky the third arrival in this chapter's Freddy nightmare, as well.

Now, Freddy already paid one visit to the Road Rovers universe, in which he attacked Blitz, Colleen, Shag and Muzzle, ending up offing the latter two despite how the former two did escape with their lives, but barely.

Needless to say, only Hunter, Exile, Blitz and Colleen remain now, and Freddy, as you read above, is targeting Exile this time, and so you surely come to wonder…is Exile going to die like fellow huge powerhouse Shag did along with the heroically vicious Muzzle? Will he remain on his own against Freddy whether he dies or not? Or will he alternatively have one or more of his fellow Road Rovers at his side, whether he and/or they are murdered or not? You'll only know if you read the chapter that follows this one, of course, and for this one, I would like you to pour in your ratings and reviews, please.