*Warning, homophobic slur

Crystal Lake: Shack 

Jason has finally gotten the book. He doesn't bother bringing any corpses home this time, as they weren't on his territory, they were just mean bullies who insulted him and got in his way because he was doing what he felt was right. He needs to be normal again, he needs to be a handsome boy, he needs to be tall, he needs to be strong, he needs to be smart. He's going to change everything for his life, starting now. 

Stepping inside, he marches towards the center table and sets the book down on it's edges with a chunk, pages open wide. Then, he grabs Freddy's head and sets it in front of the open book so it can read all of them and figure out which one it wants. Although, it's likely Freddy's just reading it through the slasher's head. 

Doesn't matter though, Freddy still technically has it now.

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"Deadites, Time Vortexes, blah, blah, blah...." Freddy boredly reads through each and every page, trying to find the spell he needs to actually come back to life without being a mindless zombie. He doesn't want to be a freaking deadite, that is for bitches! "Ah! Here we go..... Resurrection passages." He happily finds what he was looking for, but also glances at the neighbor page. "Hmm, what's this?"

The page discusses common nightmares and horrible hallucinations that most people conjure in their minds. This spell will supposedly allow those kinds of illusions to appear in the real world as actual creatures/creations, meaning that Freddy will not have to depend on people sleeping to invade their dreams. "Waking Nightmares, huh? Sounds right up my alley." He comments with a nod and a grin, looks like he's going to be casting more than one spell.

But enough of that, time to finally do his thing.

"Klattu!"

"Verata!"

"Necktie!"

It appears on his sweater, sadly however, it's in teal and bright yellow. "Nope, not gonna work." Freddy comments as he rips it off with his blade-hand and throws it away. It was worth a try at least. But now, onto the real cast.

"Klattu!"

"Verata!" 

"Nikto!" 

From Jason's point of view, the table suddenly bursts into a massive blue ball of energy. Then it turns into a tiny gravity bomb that begins sending everything, candles, decapitated heads, and other items, excluding him, into a tiny tornado. He tilts his head, a little perplexed as to what is happening, but eventually, his questions are answers with a figure of a human being (kind of) begins manifesting. 

"I'm baaaaaaack!" Freddy's undeniable voice rings out, more excited than a virgin on promp night as his entire body is re-created by the book's pure energy. His feet land on the floor of the shack, and he could not be any happier. "Hahahahahaha!" 

As Freddy lets out a huge laugh, Jason just stares at him, waiting for his end of the bargain to be upheld. The demon turns to the book that brought him back and holds it up, a huge smirk that seems extremely satisfied that his plan succeeded in the end despite the blockades they kept running into. "I guess they were wrong about print being dead." Freddy quips as he shakes it around a bit. "Let's see if we can't find some kids who are dying to read, too."

Jason slams his fist on the table, getting the demon's attention that he wants what he's been craving since this journey started. Freddy snaps his head at him, angry at his rude table manners, pun intended, but replaces that look with a fatherly smile. "Well, thanks for everything, kiddo. Kind of makes up for you ripping my arms off and beating me to death with one, and stabbing my chest with the other." He comments as he pats him softly on the shoulder. "....kind of." He emphasizes for context. "Have fun hacking up campers and virgins. Kill a few for me. Talk about a one-trick pony. Ah well, can't have all artistic flair like yours truly, right?"

He goes to leave, but Jason instantly grabs his arm, preventing that. He forces his once-enemy to look into his voidless eyes, making it very clear that he's not going anywhere until he gives the boy what he wants. "Oh, so brainless boy remembers the bargain, huh?" He acknowledges, a little surprised if he can say so himself. "Well, a deal's a deal, I suppose." He accepts with a shrug as he holds the book with his razor hand while touching Jason's shoulder with his free hand. "Come 'ere, let's see if a few words from the book can breathe life into those dead-head brain cells of yours." 

He scrolls through the pages, before finding one that he suspects will strike Jason fancy.

"Klattu!"

"Verata!" 

"Necktie!"

The teal and bright yellow garment then appears on Jason's neck, who promptly rips it off with one tug. Freddy laughs at the guy's reaction, before holding up his hand when the zombie raises grabs his machete. "Okay, okay, kiddo! Cool your jets! Papa's just having a bit of fun." He quickly says in his defense while still failing to hold in the cackling. "Okay, okay, here we go..."

He then finds the actual page that could help, and reads the words out loud.

"Klattu!"

"Verata!" 

A few seconds later, the entire shock is blasted with lightning, and Freddy's echoing laughter.

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Crystal Lake: Midnight

Bree's home is definitely empty tonight, which is great if you wanna have a hideout while deadites roam the snow and kill everyone in sight. A bloodbath has been left behind at S-Mart, but it's clear to everyone in here that the police aren't going to be able to solve this problem, no matter how many swat, FBI, or CIA guys they bring with them. How is a group of teens and a young adult for a team going to fair any better? One answer, knowledge and awareness. At least they know what they're getting into.

But.... still..... realistic chances say they have more luck trying to cram out a bear's feces.

"All right, let's go over this one more time, because I'm freaking tired." Y/N advises the group as he uses a lighter and fire poker to ignite some firewood, giving them one meaning of light and warmth without them giving away their hiding place. "Jason Voorhees, some kind of undead thing, maybe deadite, drowned because of slacker teens at a summer camp and back to kill people who entered his home, camp Crystal Lake." He summarizes their opponent origin story as he turns to all of them with his arms crossed. "Why would he want the Necronomicon?" 

"From what I read, Jason Voorhees was considered illiterate before he drowned." Dave chimes in as he leans against the back of one of the chairs, rubbing his chin. Not everything you find on the internet can be believed, but the story of the boy at the summer camp was well-investigated. "He wouldn't be able to understand anything that was written on it."

"So, there has to be someone or something else behind Jason's determination to get that book." Caroline states, sitting on one of the big chairs in the living room. 

"Wait, wait, hold on, you guys mean to tell me that the guy who just killed more than a dozen people in a housewares department without hesitation has someone stringing him up like their own strung-out bitch?" Raoul, sitting on the couch rest, questions with a small chuckle. "Who the hell would that be?"

"My guess, someone more powerful?" Y/N assumes the obvious with a shrug, though that doesn't really answer the main question of discussion.

"Still, who the hell would that be?" 

"Wasn't there some kind of thing that happened half a decade ago?" Dave brings up with a raised hand. "It was both in Springwood and Forest Green, an entire population almost died. Press said it was Jason, but a lot of people called it out on omission of fact." 

"Oh, yeah, I remember that too." Caroline agreeingly comments with a point towards him, glancing down at the floor as she thinks. "I noticed that too, everyone was so angry that the mass murderer was never caught. I think the police blamed it on a thorn cult." She mentions as she puts her head on her palm. "Maybe... maybe it wasn't just Jason?"

"So, Jason's actually been following someone's orders since, what, he came back from the dead?" Raoul repeats what he's hearing, letting out a huge, tired sigh. Guess he kind of wishes they could go back to assuming the easier, less complex explanations. "Crazy new information, but that still doesn't explain who it is."

"Well, important thing is now we know." Y/N tells them all with a slightly more confident face, the best one he can really make at the moment, given the circumstances. "So, once we figure that part out, Jason will just be a headless chicken."

"Yeah! If we cut the strings, we'll have able to take him down!" Jarvis claims with his fists bumped against his chest, as if trying to pump himself up for whatever comes again. Can't blame him, since he should realistic be pissing his pants inside.

"Whoa, hey, Jarvis, let's not get ahead of ourselves here, huh?" Raoul quickly protests, however, putting his hand on his best friend's shoulder to calm him down as he stands up with his hands up, looking a little bit more hesitant. "Guys, don't you think we're getting a little bit over our heads? We're simple humans while Jason is a guy who can take a chainsaw, battering ram, and nuke missile all at the same time only to get back up right after. Nothing can kill him!" He brings up, knowing that there's many examples from past stories to prove that. "Only FBI's gotten close to that shit. If you ask me, we should get the heck out of here and let this thing blow over on it's own."

"Except that's the problem, Mr. Bean-ie, this isn' t going to just 'blow over', especially not for us." Y/N corrects him with a very serious look. "Who do you think the puppet master's going to go find first after he gets whatever he wants out of that undead book?" He brings up, and Raoul opens his mouth before glancing at everyone who silent just stares at him. 

"This is crazy....." Raoul quietly comments with a shake of his head, incredibly terrified. "We have nothing going for us!" 

"That's true, but that hasn't stopped everyone in a history book." Y/N remarks as he points at Raoul, not disagreeing with him in the slightest. "Look, understand that I'm not getting onto you when I say that there's a fine line between cowardice and being afraid." He then says as he turns to look at everyone as well as Raoul. "Don't get me wrong, we are all scared as hell, just like you, but.... there are people we have back home that we will only get killed if we run away. Hell's on our backs, and we don't want to bring it's gates closer to our family, don't we?" 

"I-I...." Raoul stutters for a second, before dropping his head with a sigh. "No...." 

"Okay, so surviving here is our best bet." Y/N concludes with a nod, sharing a brief look with Caroline who gives him a approving, determined nod. "But, I also get it, we're likely very tired as a bear in winter, so let's take five and figure out what we're going to do at dawn, agreed?" He suggests, knowing that everyone's brains are too fried to think properly. 

Everyone nods, prompting the gang to grab whatever bedding they can find. Caroline's family thankful has enough blankets for everyone, so no one has to use anything extremely off-putting to keep themselves warm. Y/N stays awake for now, standing up and staring out the window with the double-gaged shotgun in his hands, tapping his fingers on it idly in boredom. If only he had a bottle of whiskey to drink down like his old man. Part of him wonders if he can really keep watch for this long. 

"You having some kind of staring contest with the moon?" Someone playfully questions behind him, likely trying to hide their deeper emotions, and Y/N glances back to see Caroline standing behind him, now in some new shirt and pants. "I wouldn't be surprised if it's evil too at this point."

"What are you still doing up?" Y/N asks her with a blank expression as he looks back at the outside world. All of a sudden, the aesthetic of it feels different. Like they are in some kind of The Walking Dead apocalypse, with barely any other hint at a living human being out there. It's like if someone made a haunted house but bought an entire state because that's how large it needed to be.

"Can't sleep." Caroline simply answers as she walks over and stands next to him, joining in the art of mindless gazing. "You could give it a try, I'm sure I just need to think some stuff through, and I know how to use a gu-"

"No need. I can't either." Y/N politely declines, not moving a muscle. Caroline raises a brow at him, though.

"You sure? Because you look tired as hell."

"I'm fine, sweetheart, a little shaken up, but I know how to deal with it." Y/N promises with a fixed smile, before challenging the forest to another mental boxing match. Caroline makes a face, but doesn't question him anymore as she just allows the blissful silence to remain in control. However, there's just this feeling that no amount of 'peace' and quiet will allow them to have the first part. 

"Look, um... I know I've made this excuse before..." Caroline keeps talking anyway, nervously biting her lip. "But, Raoul didn't actually mean what he said earlier." She promises Y/N with a genuine defense for what might be her friend. He squints at her until he eventually realizes that she's talking about the mention of his mom, which makes him slowly nod.

"Right...."

"I mean it. He shouldn't have said it, but.... he's someone who's come from the wrong crowd." Caroline insists, to which Y/N just hums, barely paying any attention. "His dad is one of the board members in S-Mart and is..... well, one misogynistic piece of shit. He's the reason the moron hasn't gotten himself fired yet." She explains with a small shrug. "Raoul says he hates his old man, but..... he's obviously rubbed off on him." 

"And what? Jarvis is just a moron who's friends with a moron?" Y/N queries her with a raised brow, to which Caroline blows out some air.

"Honestly, I think the two share some kind hive mind or something." She guesses with a small giggle, not knowing much about his past in comparison to Raoul. "I'm sure they've just taught each other that acting like that would make them cool." 

"Well, they definitely would make good frat-bros." Y/N quips with a sarcastic look, and Caroline hums with a slightly conflicted face.

"I hope not....."  

Y/N makes a face, sort of wishing that too, but with the treatment he's gotten from other people, he's slowly turned into a glass half-empty kind of guy. Everyone needs someone to blame when someone acts strange, or does something violent, or engages in acts that out of their character. There are some who are willing to blame the deadites, who brough the deadites to our planet? The Williams, that's who everyone should blame.

"Hey..." Caroline softly whispers to Y/N as she touches his shoulder, pleading him to turn towards her direction. She can see that despite whatever macho persona he showed her at the start, his real self has revealed itself multiple times, including now. Then, much to the guy's surprise, she kisses him softly, holding him by this hair.

Y/N kisses back, but eventually pulls away as he gives Caroline a justifiably confused look. "Why did you do that?" He asks her with a raised brow, questioning if now is the time to be practicing young love. 

"Because I don't want to sleep alone...." Caroline answers in a feint whisper as she caresses his cheek lovingly, her face still incredibly close to his. She leans in and kisses him again, prompting the Y/N to subconsciously drop the shotgun he's holding to softly hug her torso tightly. The two slowly fall onto the chair where they continue their session. 

Caroline rubs her body against Y/N's and the guy seems to return the favor, especially allowing her to take off the shirt she just put on show off her bra to him and give his eyes and hands accesses to touch her half-naked chest. However, as Caroline's fingers fiddle with his zipper, Y/N snaps back to his senses.

"Stop, stop!" Y/N quickly orders as he calmly pushes Caroline up, awkwardly wiping his mouth as the girl looks at him with a confused brow. "Sorry, but we can't try to round this up to home plate, Carol." He tells her with a slightly calm expression. Someone still has to keep watch, and falling asleep because you came with a girl is a sure-fire way to get someone killed. "I'm sorry."

Caroline blinks at him, surprised, then she finds herself giggling, much to the guy's bewilderment. "What?" 

"You.... you actually said no to it." Caroline points out with a very amused and somewhat proud face as she stands back up from the chair, finding her shirt and putting it back on. "It's just..... wow, I thought...."

"Yeah, me too." Y/N admits with a tiny smirk. She didn't finish her sentence, but he knows what she's trying to hint at. "I guess when you almost die twice, you realize that there's much more to lose and you don't have to follow the hot blonde chick licking a lollipop." He remarks with an ironic smile, admitting that he easily fell for an obvious sex trick.

"And I should not always assume who guys are before I've gotten to know them." Caroline adds with a guilty smile, admitting that she made a lot of assumptions about Y/N the second she heard he was coming. "Besides, from what I was able to feel, your 'syndrome' looks...." She glances down with a bit of her lip, before playfully rubbing a against his crotch. "I bet it's really big~" 

"Alright, that's enough, now you're making it weird." Y/N comments as he quickly stands up, the two of them sharing a laugh as they briefly forget about zombies and demons for two minutes. "But, yeah, you should probably try and get some sleep again. I promise, if I get really, really tired, I'll wake you up."  He advises her as he points to the empty bed, genuinely caring about her well being.

"Okay, okay..." Caroline raises her arms up in surrender as she goes to do just that. She gives Y/N a reassuring smile before walking over and attempting to hit the sack a second time. Meanwhile, the Williams kid sits back down on the chair, picking his shotgun back up and tapping his fingers lightly.

However.... after a few minutes. Y/N beings to yawn.

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Before he quickly shakes his head awake as soon as he realizes what he's doing. His eyes rapidly flutter to keep them from closing as he coughs a bit as if that also will help. "Whew, that was close..." He mumbles to himself with a deep breath, feeling himself up a bit as he stares down at the sleeping teens. If there's any cue that his shift's over, that would be a very good one.

"Guess that means I should call someone else before I pass out-"

Suddenly, the second he tries to stand up, his hand is meat with excruciating pain, causing him to yell out in agony as he falls to the floor on his knees. He looks up at the others, who remain sleeping like babies, like they can't even hear his anguish.

He looks back down, and sees the veins of his hand suddenly start mutating into some kind of crimson red color, like some sport of parasitic creatures is about to bond with him. Y/N tries to struggle against something, but his hand keeps changing and the pain keeps increasing. He watches as his nails start growing at rapid paces until it turns into the shape and material of a razor blade, and his hand starts looking like it was boiled alive.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!" 

Y/N's head frantically looks around for the source of that laughter, but he fails as it seems to be coming from the walls or something. He steps back onto a wooden chair in the kitchen that he trips on, landing roughly on his back. As he begins trying to get up though, the mutated hand develops a mind of it's on. 

It grabs the fridge and pulls Y/N's body towards it, causing him to ram his head against it, much to his expense as it no doubt created a pop-knot with that impact. "Guys-!" He tries yelling for, only to yelp mid-sentence when the hand then grabs a plate from the sink and hits him of the head with it. Then he does the same with a mug, then another plate, then stabs his cheek with a fork. "You bastards! You took my hand!" Y/N yells in pain before the hand bonks him again with a third plate. 

Getting back up from the floor, head a little messed up, Y/N stumbles outside just because he wants to keep the bastard away from the kitchen, and briefly collapses onto his legs with a hoof. When he looks up, he sees that the outside is drastically different than what he remembers. It's no longer snowing, just grass and dirt, and there's a neighboring cabin and a tool shed next to it. 

Then he remembers....

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"Oh, this? Something my dad made me do." Y/N casually answers with a nonchalant shrug. "Said that if I ever needed to chop or saw my hand off, to do it precisely here so I'm still kicking." He explains, causing Caroline to look at him crazy.

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Oh, fuck, he can't believe he's actually doing this...

Y/N picks himself back up on his feet and begins bolting towards the tool shed, all while his crazy possessed hand begins swiping at him, getting at his clothes and legs, creating some tiny cuts. "Crap, crap, crap...." He mutters to himself in pain as he keeps going, despite the obvious attempts to stop him and/or slow him down. 

He uses his shoulder to ram into the front door, which thankfully opens on the first try. He falls onto the floor again as his hand points it's fingers towards his face, intending to kill. "Not.... today!" He yells as he quickly gets the idea to briefly take control of his hand and slam the blades into the wooden floor getting it stuck. Then, he looks over and sees a chainsaw on the floor. 

Now comes the moment of truth.

"Oh, you scared?!" Y/N taunts his hand as it struggles under the weight of the dirt and wood it's under while he crawls over and grabs the chainsaw with his free hand, setting it down near him. 
"Who's laughing now, huh?!" He roars as he uses his teeth to start the weapon up, causing it the blades to begin twirling and for the memorable loud noises it makes to emit. Then uses his free hand to bring the chainsaw down onto his other, possessed hand. "WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?!"

The possessed hand flails itself around, but it's too late. The chainsaw is pressed against the tattoo marking that Y/N had inked on his wrist, and begins cutting into it. Flesh and bone matter begins spewing all over the tool shed and onto the guy's face as he keeps going, despite the pain that he is feeling. Right now, all he cares about is keeping himself in control of his body. It feels like forever, but eventually, his bad hand becomes disconnected from the rest of his body.

As soon as it's over, Y/N is showered in his own blood, and the possessed hand lays still. He lets go of the chainsaw and begins crawling away from the puddle of crimson red he's just created, unable to stop himself from making sounds as his handless arm spurts out blood every two seconds. "Fuck..." He moans outs in agony. What the heck just happened? Why did the world suddenly change aside from the cabin? And why were his friends asleep like rocks despite everything he did to wake them up.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!" 

A chill goes down Y/N's spine when he hears that laughter again, he looks around, thinking his mind too has been possessed, but then notices that it's not coming from the walls..... it's coming from his.... blood? 

"What the hell?" Y/N can't help but utter as he sees faces form from his own liquid, the faces slowly begin turning to him with a massive grin up all of their lips. He almost thinks his face isn't his own either, but when he glances down, he sees he's still wearing the clothes he fell asleep it, with the addition of being soaked in red rain. 

"Like Father, like Son, right Y/N?" One of the 'reflections' cracks a joke at his expense, and they all begin moving on their own as their own separate being. The voice sounds incredibly high pitched and echoed, like it's become a younger version of the original. 

"If this Bloody trip down memory lane isn't good enough to bond the two of you together, just wait until you see what we got in store for you." Another reflection quips with a sadistic smirk. 

"Sorry to say, but your friends aren't around to give you a hand in this." A third reflection puns. At this point, Y/N can't tell who's speaking anymore. "But don't ya worry, I'll point the way of entertainment for you!"

"No, I will!" A fourth reflection chimes in as he literally crawls out of the puddle and walks towards Y/N as it's own physical being.

"No, me!" A fifth one protests as it does the same.

"Me first!"

"Me second!"

"I got this bastard!" 

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Y/N screams in terror as he's no longer able to keep a straight face from all of the unrealistic things that are happening right in front of him. His sense of reality is shattering by the moment. The tiny  

"Come on, boys, let's boogie!" Another blood clone pumps his friends up as every single drops manifests into hit's own little demon, surrounding Y/N when he tries to walk away. They claw and spit at him as he tries getting out of there, completely out-numbering the poor bastard so much that he can't leave the tool shed. 

"Holy crap, talk about an infestation. You guys are as pesky as a hornet nest!" Y/N comments while breathing heavily, holding his bleeding harm with his only hand left while desperately and failing to crawl away. The blood clones all share a look before bursting out in laughter, as if finding what he said funny. 

"Welcome to our little nightmares, Y/N!" One of the little guys mocks him as they all break out in cheers before deiciding to sing a little song together.

"One, two, little Freddies for you~"

Y/N looks up and sees more sharp tools like a cleaver and such, which he quickly goes over to grab, only for it to turn into dust the second his fingers touch it.

"Three, four, better watch the floor~"

Y/N blinks in bewilderment before his foot slips on something that makes him fall on his back, causing him to let out a small groan....

"Five, six, gonna gut you quick~"

The little blood clones take the moment to swipe at his skin with their tiny finger knives, causing Y/N to yelp as he sits back up and tries kicking them away. However, the little beats begin crawling onto him, using their miniature razors as picks that impale into his flesh. Y/N frantically begins swiping them away to no avail, as one just keeps replacing another.

Desperate, he slams himself into the wall, which thankfully works as the sort of-shockwave sends all of the blood clones off of him.

"Seven, eight, watch us coagulate~"  

Y/N watches in awe as the blood drops come together and begin creating a much bigger version of themselves, all the way until it is up to the William kid's height if he was standing.

"Nine, ten, Freddy's whole again!"

The child-murderer laughs as he is now back in his original form, doing a long stretch with his arms. "Ahh.... that's better. It's good to be back. Finally out of that hillbilly Jason's freakish skull." He happily remarks as he cranks his neck, popping all of the necessary bones. "I mean, really, there are only so many times one can stand the dueling banjos and screwing-your-mother fantasies before even a bastard like me loses it."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Y/N comments as he stands himself up, hoping that he didn't just learn something about Jason he wished he didn't. "You...." He growls as he glares deeply into the demon's skull. "You're a deadite, aren't you? You're the one in control of Jason Voorhees." 

"Oh, I'm no deadite, sunny. The name's Krueger, Freddy Krueger." The man introduces himself with a twisted smirk, looking a little bit impressed that he's able to stand with his hand gone and without whimpering like a little baby.

"Krueger? Huh? Interesting name considering since you look like you have had more than your fair share of coffee burns." Y/N quips as he rubs his still aching arm, able to get his sense of humor back in this horrifying moment. "How do you know who my dad is?"

"Oh, honey, this is the dreamscape, my little corner of the world to do with as I please." Freddy answers him as he picks up Y/N's old possessed hand and holds it up on his palm, causing the hand to dance excitedly. "The second I enter your conscious, I learn every single detail there is to know about you. From you popping your cherry with an 'Emma Roberts' in Woodsboro, to you never getting to see your mother because she lives all the way back in the Middle 'Horse's dump littering the place' Ages." He explains, to which Y/N glares at him for bringing that second part up. "You see, all the world's my plaything and while you're here, sleeping beauty, I'm the king."

"I fell asleep...." Y/N realizes as he glances down, mentally scolding himself. Damn it, how can be so reckless? 

"Yes, yes, how dumb of you, blah, blah, blah." Freddy mocks him with his free hand before extending the glove hand holding the possessed hand (way too many fucking hands, dude) towards him.  "Now then, let's get down to the business at hand, shall we? I need the Necronomicon and you and those meddle pimple poppers are going to get it for me." He proposes before flicking his ring finger a bit. "But first, let's play a game of 'pin the claws on daddy's boy' shall we?" HAHAHAHA!"

He flicks Y/N's old hand towards him, which flings it's blade fingernails towards him. "Grooovvvvyyyy!" The hand yells, somehow able to speak now as it flies towards him...

Until Y/N pulls out his shotgun and blasts it in the... palm. "I don't think so, Elvis Fuglsy. My only party games are hot chicks in dark closets." He quips as the hand turns into mush as it falls to the ground, seemingly dead. One thing good thing about having a back for your shotgun, is that it's with you, dreamscape or not. "Now here's a new game. It's called 'Truth or Dare' and my version is that if you get it wrong, I use you as a donor for a new hand." He declares as he drops the old shells and inserts some new ones. 

"Aww.... you killed my wittle pet. And before he got a chance to sow his wild seeds." Freddy comments with a humorously fake frown, completely unphased by his new-found confidence. "But wait, apparently you weren't fast enough to stop mother nature." He informs Y/N as he skips over to one of the shelves that now have possessed mutilated hands all on display, even though the Williams kid swore he didn't see any five minutes ago. "Has your daddy ever given you that talk yet, the 'blades and the bees'? Of course he did, because you thought sleeping around made you like him. Ha! Ha! Ha!" He cackles, making fun of him while the blades move and make unhinged animalistic sounds as if they are real sentient beings. "Seems like these little buggers keep multiplying like gay rabbits."

Y/N blinks. "What?" 

"Sorry, too much YouTube while in Jason's mind." Freddy quickly says with an embarrassed shake of his head. "Anyway, it's time for you to say hello to my little fiends."

Y/N eyes widen as the fingers suddenly shoot up, standing on all nails before they all begin jumping towards him one at a time. There's absolutely no way for him to avoid getting gutted this time. But then, he gets an idea, something he's used to wake him up before. 

With his gun barrel still smoking, Y/N presses it up to his open arm wound.....

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"ARGH!" Y/N yells in pain as he shoots himself awake. He finds himself back in the original position he was when he first 'woke up' only this time, it seems to be legit. The teens are all still sleeping, and he looks outside to see it's back to being snowing and haunted. But then, he looks down at his hand...

And sees that it's still been cut off. 

"Oh, fuck!" Y/N exclaims as his mind registers the pain he's supposed to be feeling, and all of a sudden, it's like he sawed it off all over again. He yells in pain as he quickly snaps his head around, looking for a bathroom or something that has medical care in. He leaves a blood trail with every step he takes, and worries that he may have been bleeding the second it happened in the dream.

He throws himself into a bathroom where he hysterically opens up the medicine cabinet and grabs the box of wraps with his free hand. As he struggles with getting them open with one hand, someone begins rushing upstairs, having heard the noise and screaming. 

"Y/N?!" Caroline yells in shock as she runs in to see him with his hand missing and his blood everyone on the floor. "Oh my gosh! Wh-"

"Quick! Get it open!" Y/N orders pleadingly as he holds the un-opened box to her. Caroline is still bewildered by what's going on, but she quickly reacts by grabbing it and easily ripping the carboard apart before peeling off the wraps. She begins quickly covering his open hole with them, trying to do it properly without her fingers fidgeting as the blood stains every bandage she applies. Once he thinks she's done enough, Y/N grabs her by the collar of her shirt. "It's Freddy Krueger, we need to wake everyone up, NOW!"

Caroline blinks, but seemingly recognizes the name as something bad. She spirals into action and begins rushing back down the stairs with Y/N behind her, though the blood loss has made him feel a little woozy, and he almost trips a couple time on the steps. "Get up! Everyone Get up!" She shouts as she shoves everyone awake by force.

"Ow! Ow! Okay! Relax, bitch!" Raoul quickly rolls away as Caroline's hands hit his eyeballs, causing him to give her a crazy glare. "Heck's wrong with you?"

"Ah, what the hell, man?" Jarvis questions in a tired, annoyed voice. "I was just getting it on with..."

Y/N finally gets himself into the room, wobbling towards the teens as they all see that he's gotten a bit of a re-model since they last saw him. "Holy fuck, man! What happened to your hand?!" Raoul questions as he points at it, getting terrified all over again.

"Dave won't wake up!" Caroline informs the others in a panic, putting that question on hold as they all turn to him. Despite the relentless shaking of his body, Dave won't budge an inch mentally. 

"Come on, bro...." Y/N mutters as he joins in on the shaking, while Raoul and Jarvis watch in worriment.

"Wake up!" 

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Before Dave can know what's happening, he finds himself back in school, in the basketball court. He looks around and finds himself surrounded by students as if this actually class. However, his brain feels somewhat lucid, yet he still can't figure out what is happening and why he's here. "What the.....?"

The coach of the class blows his whistle, announcing his presence to everyone so he can cut the chatter. "All right, boys and girls! Time to pick sides." He addresses the class as he raises his finger, pointing towards a buffed up jock, and a dashing young blonde. "Chet, Selma, you guys are team captains." He tells them, causing Chet to bump up his fist and for Selma to smirk as he puts a hand on her hip. The two step in front of everyone and begins choosing. 

"All right, I'll take Fat Willy!" Chet goes first, choosing the chubbiest guy in the class who takes more than three seconds walking up to his side.

"I'll take.... Betty Blue Balls." Selma chooses for her first teammate, and the virgin girl walks over, a little shy due to the nickname she's been given.

"Easy Suzie."

"Pencil Dick."

"Ted the Sp'ed!"

"Ugh! Fine, I'll take Two-Ton Thelma then....."

This process keeps going with Chet and Selma going back and fourth between teammates. All until there's one last person left. "Um.... what about me?" Dave asks them all after being picked last, seeing how nobody's acting like he's even there. This makes everyone stare at him, the awkward silence being way too long, until the two captains turn to each other.

"You heard him, Chet. Say his name already." Selma encourages the jock, who looks at her as if she's insane.

"Oh, no! I'm not taking Dickless Dave. You take him for the Dyke Squad!" Chet instantly retorts, pointing in disgust at the guy as if he'd rather have his nut sack cut off than to have him on his team. 

"No freaking way! I'm not taking him. You take him!" Selma insists, stepping back as if offended at the idea. The two continuing arguing about which team the boy goes on for what feels like an hour, all while Dave glances down in embarrassment and shame. Just like always, his value in soceity is dialed down to nothing. 

"Hey, hey, hey, break it up!" The coach cuts in as he marches over towards the two. "Neither one of you has to take him." He then assures them, while Dave blinks and notices that the guy looks a little different than how he last saw him. His skin is..... burned? And he's wearing a..... glove with razor blades as knifes? Then he turns around, showing Dave the face of Freddy Krueger. "Dickless Davy over here thinks he has a shot with perky little Caroline in chemistry class." He shares with everyone, much to the poor guy's further humiliation. "But that little whore only likes someone cool and charismatic, someone like Y/N Williams. What say we see how big your balls are, boy? You up for a little 'Dodge or die'?" 

At that moment, all of the students' eyes start glowing red, and they begin laughing in an echoing voice. Dave looks around, goosebumps all over his skin as he feels like the word 'die' actually applies here. "You're all crazy!" He accuses them, shuddering when they start holding up their respective dodgeballs. "I'm out of here!"

Be then makes the smart decision and takes off, bolting it towards the door of the court. However, right as he's almost to it, a wall suddenly comes up from the ground and blocks his way. Dave frantically tries a different direction, but then another wall forms up to, and then another one, and then another one, until he's locked in a square with him and the people that want him dead. 

"No, no, please!" Dave begs with his arms raised in surrender, stepping back until he hits a wall and is cornered by the homicidal dodge ball players. "Just let me out of here! Please!" He continues pleading. They get ignored however, as they all begin throwing their balls, which are apparently so hard that they crack the wall behind him. "Oh gosh! NO!" 

He tries dodging to the best of his ability, but the players all seemingly get no balls out of thin air. One of them eventually hits him in the chest, which creates a large gash on where his nipple's supposed to be. "Urk!" He yelps in pain as he falls to the floor, putting his hand on his new wound. "No...."

"Come on, kid, walk it off." Demon Chet taunts as he waves his sharp-nailed fingers at him. 

"Rub some dirt on it!" Demon Selma adds as the other mean goblin girls laugh with her.

"Oh, what's wrong, Davy? You can't get it up?" Freddy quips as he stands over him with a fresh and deadly ball in his head, smirking. "Guess 'Dickless Dave' is an understatement." 

"Please...." Dave begs, his voice weak as he's now pleading from his mouth and nose. "Please..... I don't wanna die..." He cries at the feet of all of them, just wanting to live. Freddy and the demon versions of his classmates all laugh together. 

"Give up, pretty boy? Ah, well..." Freddy shrugs as he puts his whistle to his mouth. 

"Balls to the wall, kids!"

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In the real world, Dave is abruptly spasming and throwing up blood without warning while the damage of the dodge balls appear out of nowhere. He spits half of it on Caroline and Y/N, and a tiny bit on Raoul and Jarvis, causing all of them to step back.

"Oh my gosh, what the hell's happening to him?!" Jarvis asks out loud in horror, hoping the Caroline or the leader has an answer. Raoul fidgets when a speck of the blood gets on his clothes.

"He's getting attacked in his dreams." Y/N explains as he holds up his hands in defense of the frequent blood splatter. "If we don't wake him up, then-"

*SPLAT*

The center of Dave's chest suddenly explodes, shooting out a volcano of the crimson red liquid that makes everyone jump away. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!" Caroline screams his name before falling to her knees in tears, while everyone else just freezes in place, wide-eyed as they realize that there is nothing they can do for him now.

Dave is gone.

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(A/N) New Chapter finally here!

Sorry about the small delay, this took longer than I thought. But it was fun to finally write a Freddy Krueger sequence. Maybe someday, I'll write another Nightmare on Elm Street fanfic just for the fun of making a custom version of my own.

That aside, I believe we are now halfway through the story, as our 'main cast' is now a target for death. No more extras and such that will be added to the count, the stakes are now high as both slasher demons step back on the ground, and Freddy will eventually be able to use his nightmare powers in the real world, iirc. 

Plz vote and comment, any counts as feedback, add this to your library so you can be notified of updates, and I'll see you in the next one!