Freddy vs. Jason: Apocalypse
by BloodySimpsonChibi
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters presented in this story. This is simply a work of fanfiction
(Happy Halloween everyone! I hope this day finds you well. It would seem this site's on the fritz for the time being so hopefully this story actually reaches you for Halloween. Someone really needs to contact the tech people and tell them to fix it up. Anyway, as the title implies, this is the final chapter of my Freddy vs. Jason series that helped to kick off my new tenure in fanfic writing. I told myself I'd start this story sometime next year and what better time than Halloween?
The first story was a sequel to Freddy vs. Jason that threw Michael Myers into the mix. The second story added Leatherface, Pinhead, and a few other faces to the mix. But this story? This story will be the horror crossover to end all horror crossovers. Maybe. Probably not.
I should mention right now that the story is meant to take place in the late 2000's, given the time FvJ was released so apologies in advance if some of the horror character lore is a little dated. I want to capture the experience of being a horror fan of that era, an era that's rather nostalgic for me.
Anyway, I'm wasting too much time. Let's just get on with the story
Chapter 1: Awakening
Fredrick Charles Krueger woke up in a cold sweat. He didn't scream but he did shoot up from his bed like an animatronic vampire from his coffin in a haunted house. The 40-year-old gasped, then panted as he felt the sweat on his skin evaporate, leaving a weird cooling sensation behind.
"Mmm...Freddy?" The woman lying next to him spoke. She turned toward her husband, brushed her short orange hair from her face, and then slightly rubbed his chin. "Freddy? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Loretta," Freddy said. "Just a nightmare. That's all."
It was a nightmare all right. A nightmare Freddy had been suffering for the past couple of weeks. Every night it was the same thing. Raging fires burning his flesh, the sounds of blades clinking against each other, and insidious laughter. It always left him feeling shaken to his core and no matter how many nights had passed, he never got used to it.
"What's wrong with me?" He thought as he allowed his wife's sleepy hand to gently push him toward his pillow. He pulled the covers up over himself as the back of his head made contact with the suede. Loretta leaned forward and planted a kiss on Freddy's cheek. "Goodnight, Freddy. Sweet dreams."
"Yeah," Freddy muttered as he turned away from his wife, his mind still focused on the nightmare. "Sweet dreams."
Freddy had no problem sleeping through the rest of the night and found himself alone in bed when he finally awoke in the morning. He picked up the scent of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen and felt his stomach growl. Already, he found himself to be in a much better mood than the night before as he kicked off his covers, grabbed his work clothes, and headed for the bathroom for a shower.
Once he was washed and dressed, he headed for the kitchen, his mouth practically watering at the aroma of sizzling pork and yolk. Stepping into the kitchen, he found his wife standing over the stove, a spatula in her hand and their daughter Katherine sitting on the table and scribbling away on a piece of paper. Freddy walked up to his daughter and playfully ruffled her black hair. "Good Morning, Sweetheart. What are you drawing?"
"It's us!" Katherine beamed as she proudly displayed the drawing for her father. It showed three figures, each donning splotches of color meant to be clothes and labeled for the convenience of any onlooker. The figure dawning red and green was Freddy.
"Hey! That's pretty good!" Freddy ruffled Katherine's hair again and planted a kiss on her cheek before heading for his wife who he hugged from behind. "How's my favorite girl?" He purred as he planted a huge kiss on her neck.
"Freddy! Loretta shouted playfully. "Not while I'm in front of the stove!" She turned to her husband and locked lips with him for a moment. "You sleep ok?"
"Like the dead," Freddy joked. "Coffee ready?"
"Pot's all full!" Loretta gestured to the coffee machine near the doorway, filled to the brim with hot black liquid. Freddy got a mug out of the drawers and fixed himself a cup, taking a sip and savoring the bitter taste. The nightmare, while still on his mind, felt thousands of miles away.
"Breakfast is ready!" Loretta called. "Come and get it!"
Freddy sat himself down on the table and waited patiently for his wife to slide the bacon and eggs onto his empty plate. He noticed the newspaper besides him and opened it up while he grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite. "Thank you," Freddy said.
"Don't talk with your mouth full dear." Loretta said as she served Katherine.
Freddy mumbled as he savored the bacon. It was crispy, almost burned but he supposed he had had worse. He flipped through the newspaper, finding nothing of interest within it's black-and-white pages. Some junior sports events. A Church bake sale. A upcoming dog show. Freddy found himself wondering why they couldn't get something exciting in Springwood.
"Like a few murders."
He put the paper down again, certain that he heard someone else's voice. "What was that?"
"What was what, honey?" Loretta asked.
"N-Nothing," Freddy put the paper aside and dug a fork into the scrambled eggs. They were better than the bacon if a little salty. The rest of breakfast went off without incident.
A few minutes after the school bus had picked up Katherine, Freddy stepped out after her, his suitcase full and his fedora firmly on his head Loretta stood with him. "Have a good day at work," She said before planting another kiss on his cheek.
"Yeah," Freddy returned the favor and headed for his car. He drove the 1954 Plymouth Fury out of the driveway and headed off for the boiler room where he would spend the next 10 hours in industrial heat. The thought made him grumble but that's just how it was for the life of ol Fredrick Charles Krueger. Wake up every morning to burnt bacon and salty eggs, toil away in a boiler room for a whole day, come home to cold stew the wife made too early and head off to rest for however long he could before the nightmare of flames and steel returned. It seemed to him for the longest time, every single day passed in this matter.
"Every night, it's the same thing." Freddy thought as he drove on. "Those dreams, they're so horrifying and yet, there's something...weirdly familiar about them."
As Freddy continued toward his place of work, he passed through the playground of a local elementary school. It was full of youngsters waiting for the school bell to ring and usher them inside for another day of learning. Boys and girls, some as young as 5 were running, jumping, and shouting with delight, completely unaware of the hardships that would await them from adolescence onward. Freddy found himself staring at the playing children and thought of his daughter, currently now in her own school and she must look when at play. This, in turn, caused him to stare at the children again, particularly the young girls. And he felt something twinge inside him.
Something...violent.
As if feeling his emotions as well, the single schoolteacher supervising the students, locked eyes with Freddy. She was a young woman with big eyes behind brown glasses and her black hair done in a bun. She wore a green sweater and black skirt that went down to her knees. A model teacher if Freddy ever saw one.
"Or perhaps a model bitch."
Freddy shook his head, wondering just where the hell did that thought come from.
The teacher continued to watch him as he rode on, her smile just a little unnerving.
Freddy suffered the nightmare again that night. This time, he failed to wake Loretta who snored as her husband climbed out of bed, his skin drenched in sweat. Clad only in a pair of boxers, Freddy opened the window to allow the night air to roll in. It made him shiver but he embraced the coldness. After all, the flames from his dream felt so real that he was surprised there weren't any darkened patches on his skin. It felt so real, so visceral...
So familiar.
Freddy sighed as he closed the window and climbed back into bed. He decided for once he would dwell on the dream that had plagued him so many nights before, convinced that the answer to stopping them lay in the dreams themselves.
"It keeps happening so it's gotta mean something," Freddy thought. "But what?"
Another day meant another boring drive for ol Freddy to the boiler room. This, of course, meant the same route past the schoolyard full of bright-eyed innocent children and the school teacher who seemed to be with them every step of the way. As Freddy watched the children play, the feelings from before intensified and he realized with a sickening feeling that these emotions were familiar to him as well.
At least, as familiar as the dreams of the inferno. Could the two be connected somehow?
Freddy agonized over it as he passed the schoolyard. "I don't remember seeing any kids in my dream." He rubbed his chin. "I need to figure it out what it all means or I'm gonna go crazy!"
Freddy continued to ponder the connection between the dreams and his feelings toward the children as he drove on toward the boiler room.
It continued to bother Freddy for the next few days. It didn't matter if he was eating breakfast with his family or heading for work. Whether he was mowing the lawn or praying in church. Every single second of every single day, Freddy's thoughts all traced back to the nightmares he endured every night.
Yet, as he theorized endlessly on what they could possibly mean, there was a rather interesting change of perspective regarding the dreams. It began when he started to recognize when he was in the dream, lucid dreaming he believed the technique was called. He could still feel the flames eating away at him but realized he could put them out with a single thought. He could hear the horrid sound of sharp steel scraping against rugged metal but realized he could silence it just by willing it so. These dreams, these hellish visions were all under his absolute control. He could make them into anything he wanted.
And yet, he did not change a single thing.
He breathed in the toxic heat of the flames. He relished in the sounds of scraping metal. He fully embraced these dreams as they were because he realized that it was only within them that he felt truly whole. Like he was reclaiming a lost part of himself. A part he needed to find in the waking world as well.
He continued to search for signs in his daily life, carefully observing the behavior patterns of those around him. He found himself locking eyes with the teacher more and more and while he began to think it was rather strange that this same exact teacher in this exact same outfit watched the exact same kids day after day, he was far too concerned with unwrapping the mysteries that the dreams presented. He knew it lay with the children he passed by day after day for every time he saw them,he was reminded of the images within those dreams. Of the fire, the blood and the blades.
"Hmmm...blades..." A sense akin to Deja Vu overcame Freddy on that commute to work and stuck with him throughout the entire workday. That evening, after another lukewarm dinner of pork chops and mashed potatoes, Freddy snuck off into the basement of his home and rummaged around until he found the thing he was looking for, the strange yet all-too-familiar object hiding inside his own private boiler.
A leather glove outfitted with four razor-sharp blades. The same blades from his dreams.
The next morning saw Freddy finally break his weekday routine. As he drove past the playground, he turned opposite of his usual path to work and parked his car beneath the shadow of a great oak tree jutting out of the sidewalk next to the gates. He climbed out, his figure mostly hidden by his fedora and dark trench coat, and watched the children play in earnest, his fingers gripping the chain link hungrily. Within the pockets of his trench coat, the gloved lay in wait.
It didn't take long at all for one of the little tykes to notice Freddy and approach him, a young girl with curly blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a frilly pink dress. "Are you lost, Mister?" She asked with almost unbelievable innocence, almost making Freddy regretful of what he was about to do.
Almost.
"Why no," He answered in the friendliest voice he could muster. "I need someone's help to find my cat. You see, he ran off this morning and I've looked everywhere for him but I just can't seem to find him." Freddy purposefully quivered his lips to earn the child's sympathy. "Do you think you can help me find him?"
"Oh no!" The little girl exclaimed."You've lost your cat!? That's terrible! I'll help you find him Mister."
"You will? Oh thank you sweetie!" Freddy purred. "Come on, I'll take you to where I last saw him. I think that would be a great place to start!"
"Ok!" The girl bounced up and down as she moved down the fence toward the opening. Freddy quickly removed himself from the gate and stood behind the oak tree, waiting in the shadows as the girl approached him. "My name's Amanda by the way!" She greeted with a curtsy. "What's yours?"
"Amanda," Freddy wasn't sure why but just that name alone drew out his ire. There was just something about it that he didn't like but could put his finger on. He shook his head clear of the thought and then cleared his throat. "My name's Fredrick Charles Krueger," He leaned close to the girl who, despite all the red flags going off around her, did not seem the least bit afraid. "But my friends call me Freddy."
"Ok, Freddy," Amanda said. "Where did you lose your cat?"
"Oh, I think we should take a drive there. It's kind of a big place. You'll know it when you see it." Freddy opened the passenger seat of his car and allowed young Amanda inside. Oh yes." He grinned to himself as he walked back around to the driver's seat and took off, not completely unaware of the eyes watching him.
"Freddy? Freddy?" Amanda asked. Her frightened words echoed through the walls of the boiler room, one long since abandoned by the company her new pal Freddy worked for. Not but 10 minutes ago, he had ushered inside with the task of finding his lost cat and as soon as her eyes were off him, he vanished. Amanda tried to keep calm, telling herself that he had simply decided to look for the cat as well. But as the minutes dragged on and Amanda began to tire from the endless walking, she started to find holes in Freddy's story, namely why a grown man would take his cat to work in the first place.
It was around this time that she also started to realize just how creepy the boiler room really was. It was a dark labyrinth of pipes and platforms and every so often, a horrid hissing sound could be heard in the background, frightening young Amanda even more. She began to whimper as she took a turn and found herself facing a dead end, one of many she had encountered already. "F-Freddy? Where are you?" She asked on the verge of tears.
She was so caught up in her fear and misery that she hardly noticed the shadow looming over her nor heard the clinking of its owner's new toy. She only registered Freddy's arrival when he cooed. "I'm here."
The last sight Amanda saw before she was gutted was Mister Freddy blocking her path with a man-made claw on his right hand and the last thing she heard were her own screams.
Freddy felt a shiver of excitement rush over him as he felt his blades slice through Amanda's tender flesh. He relished in the pungent scent of blood and offal as she fell dead and purred when he felt some of her spilled blood hit his cheek. He licked it off and started to chuckle. This chuckling slowly but surely grew into an insane bout of insidious laughter that echoed through the empty boiler room.
"This is it!" He shouted. "This is what I've been missing all this time! This is what I've been missing!"
"Oh my God!" A shrill voice cried out from behind Freddy. He zipped around and noticed the teacher who was always watching the kids Her eyes grew wide with fear behind her thick glasses and from her labored breathing, Freddy could tell she had been running for a while. Her tan skin was peppered in sweat. "Oh God! Amanda!" His gaze turned toward Freddy. "What did you do to her? You sick fuck!"
"Hey hey hey," Freddy replied. "Don't you blame me! She came on to me!"
"Oh my God! Amanda." The teacher whined. "I'm going to call the police!"
"Go ahead bitch!" Freddy dared, realize with surprise that he didn't fear going to jail one bit. Yes, there was no shame or fear for him to have in this situation, only elation that he had managed to really do it. To really kill this child. He could feel something awaken with him and the images from his dream became clearer and clearer. He had recovered a piece of himself he had long since forgotten about and at last, he felt whole again. Freddy couldn't help but laugh at the sheer elation he felt.
"Do you think this is funny?" The teacher asked. "You just killed that innocent child!"
"And I'll fucking do it again, bitch!" Freddy growled. He brought the blades of his glove to his face, watching as Amanda's blood still dripped from them like rain from a tree branch. "I've never felt more alive than when I've taken another little lamb to slaughter." He brought them down and faced the teacher again. "Go ahead and call the police. I'll just gut you too before they arrive and then, I'll find more little kiddies to play with." Freddy laughed again. "That's right! I'll keep killing! More and more until my very name is forever engraved in the nightmares of the bastards and bitches of Springwood or my name isn't Freddy Fucking Krueger!"
That last proclamation seemed to shake the very foundations of the boiler room. Freddy took great delight in this feeling, at least, until he realized that it wasn't just a feeling within himself. The ground really was shaking as if an earthquake had struck Springwood. Freddy fought to keep his balance as the building creaked and groaned under the strain of the tremor. Before him, the teacher stood patiently, a look of quiet condemnation on her face.
"What's going on here?" Freddy growled. He noticed the teacher's lack of a genuine reaction and pointed to her accusingly with his bladed glove. "You! You did something didn't you!?"
The teacher said nothing.
"That's right! I've had you pegged from day one!" Freddy shouted. "This isn't Springwood, is it? You're not a real teacher, are you!"
The teacher began to approach Freddy. Unlike the former Slasher, she had no trouble walking through the constantly shaking building.
"Who are you!? What are you!?" Freddy growled and prepared to strike at the teacher in frustration. "What is this place!?"
Freddy hit her in the lower jaw, expecting to slash her face up. What he didn't expect was for her lower jaw to come right off with a single tap and fly off into the darkness. Nor did he expect the teacher to suddenly grab him by the throat and hold him up, completely unfazed by the loss of her lower jaw. Freddy struggled in her grasp, kicking at her with full force. This did nothing to the jawless teacher who, from the look in her eyes, seemed to be relishing in Freddy's confusion.
And then it happened.
The walls of the boiler room cracked as the tremor went on. An eerie blue light shone from these cracks as they continued to grow around the boiler room. Freddy made the mistake of looking into it and was nearly blinded. With his free hand, he rubbed his hurting eyes, all while the hands of the teacher continued to crush his throat. The pieces of the wall began to fall one after the other and before long, Freddy found himself not in the boiler room but within a giant corridor. Chains with hooks on the end hung from the ceiling, some of them with bits of flesh still on them. Freddy recognized these chains with those memories came the full realization of what was going on. Fretfully, he turned to the teacher, whose skin was starting to peel away. It fell to the floor, revealing the true nature of the monster in Freddy's grasp.
The being was clad in only a backless leotard, fingerless gloves on its hands, and boots on its feet. Two tubes now sprung from where the lower jaw once rested and cut into the cheeks. The one on the left side of the creature seemed to be draining blood from her body while the one on the right seemed to be replacing it with some sort of blue substance in a never-ending cycle. Her scalp was completely bare save for a few strands of colorless hair. "This place," She gurgled. "is Hell!"
"A Cenobite!" Freddy shouted. "I should have known." Freddy kicked the mutilated woman in the face, finally forcing her to let him go. He landed on his feet, backed away and took a defense stance. As he moved, he noticed his ungloved hand, the molted skin from fires past, and realized that now that he was out of the Cenobite's spell, his old appearance had been restored. He was once again burned all over and clad in his favorite getup. He snickered to himself upon this realization and turned to the Cenobite. "I see, so all that shit was supposed to be my personal Hell right?"
"Before we can explore your flesh, we must tear down your spirit." The Cenobite explained. "But now that you've awakened, I'm afraid we'll have to extract our pound of flesh."
"Extract this bitch!" Freddy brandished his gloves and rushed toward the Cenobite. She outstretched her arm to Freddy and from her wrist fired a whip-like extension that slashed Freddy across the chest. The Dream Demon cried out in pain as his own blood splattered on his burned cheek. As he looked down at his new chest wound, the Cenobite released a second whip from her other hand and used it to trip Freddy. He fell on his back with a thud as the two whips zipped back to the Cenobite.
Freddy groaned as he picked his head up and saw the Cenobite approaching him. Once she was close enough, she attempted to stomp on Freddy's head, only for the maniac to roll out of the way. Then he scrambled to his feet and leaped at the mutilated demon. She responded by sending out one of her wrist whips to ensnare him. Just before the whip wrapped around his leg, Freddy closed his eyes and willed himself to vanish in a ball of flame. However, nothing happened and he screamed as the spikes along the head of the whip dug into his charred flesh. With a cry of surprise, the former Dream Demon was flung against the nearby wall, uttering a grunt as he slammed against it.
"Fuck!" Freddy cursed as he slid down. "I forgot I don't have my powers anymore." He picked himself up again, struggling to fight through the pain spreading throughout his body. If it weren't for that fucking Pinhead, I would have my powers back and more!" He growled. "I'm going to make them all pay, for taking my power and using me like a lab rat! But first, he noticed the jawless Cenobite approaching him again. "I got to take care of this bitch first."
"No more games," The Cenobite hissed as she sent another of her whips toward Freddy. He shielded himself with his ungloved hand, winced at the pain and then sliced through the head of the whip with his bladed glove. One down, one to go. Before he could remove the whip from his bleeding arm, the Cenobite ensnared his leg again and with a single crack, knocked him off his feet. Then she willed the whip to retract, dragging the Springwood Slasher toward her. He cried out as he was dragged, his sweater riding up on his torso and his fedora coming off. "This is the end!" The Cenobite purred.
"You got that right bitch!" Freddy growled as he was dragged closer. Once he was within range, he forced two of his blades into the Cenobite's eyes. She screamed and backed up as she cradled her face while Freddy cut himself free of the other whip. Then he ripped the first whip away from his hand and held them side by side, deciding that the second one he cut was a little bigger. Tossing the other one to the side, he walked up to the screaming Cenobite and wrapped the whip around her neck. The spikes cut into her neck and she moaned as if in pleasure. This pleased Freddy as well and he forced her to turn around. "So you like pain, do ya bitch! Well, how about a free demonstration?"
He dug his claws into her stomach and strung her intestines out. She gasped in shock as she fell to her knees. For the final touch on his murder cake, Freddy then picked her head up to face him, wrapped the fingers of his bladed glove around the apparatus replacing her lower jaw, and yanked it out with force. It took two tries for him to remove it completely, the first time managing to take quite a bit of cheek skin with it. Once he had removed it and watched the dying Cenobite fall on her back, he crushed the apparatus in his hand and tossed it aside, laughing all the while. "What can I say? I'm an expert on making jaws drop! Hahahaha!" Freddy walked back to where his hat rested and placed it back on his head.
"Now that the warden's been taken care of, let's see what we got here." Freddy looked around as he wandered down the hall. For the most part, he came across nothing but hooked chains hanging out of seemingly nowhere. In the sky above, floated a giant diamond-shaped object but it was of very little interest to Freddy. What he was far more concerned with was the sounds of screaming coming from ahead of him. The tortured souls of the damned.
"Alright," He said to himself. "First things first, I gotta get my posse back. And then we're gonna find that needledick and pay him back for his hospitality!" Freddy grinned at the thought of impaling the lead Cenobite's head through his blades. And so he cackled madly was he walked down the corridor, as unsure of what lay in store for him as any other lost soul but not the least bit afraid.
(I actually came up with the idea for this first chapter not but a week ago. I'm going to try and update as much as possible but with my other stories and the current state of FF, it may not be easy. Until next time, Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain!)