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WARNING: This Story and any other Sequels may contain Violence to younger readers and possible Nudity and smut.

'Thoughts.'

~DARK/LIGHT creatures/Monster Transformation/Spirits/Demons~

"Speech, Humans, Alien allies, Villains, Omnitrix Transformation normal form, Normal Exclamation Speech!" 

"Aliens/Supervillains."

{Telepathic.}

"Yelling, Shouting, Gasp, Exclamation!"

"-Whispering, Silent Yelling!-"

🎶Singing🎶

~<Text/HoloMessage/Letters/HOWLERS>~

- Dreams/Flashback.-

"Split Personalities and Possession"

[Movie and Script.]

[Television and Radio.]

{§-SIGN LANGUAGE-§}

-§Parseltongue§-

[A.I. and Holo]

"§~SPELLS~§"

~{COMMUNICATION/Radio/Holo}~

{Announcement/PA/Narration}

"~<Ultimatrix/Transformation>~"

~Sounds/Sonics/Echoes/Ghost~

"-( Foreign Language )-"

Nightmare Demon Vs Undead Psychopath Serial Killer. PART 2

-Dreamscape

Mala suddenly found herself back in the police precinct, but it was completely empty. No cops, none of her friends, no one. Mala's body shook with uncertainty, as she walked out of the interrogation room, where she was met by a little girl with slash marks all across her face.

~He's coming.~ The little girl giggled.

"Who's coming?" Mala asked, confused.

~🎵One, two, Pitch's coming for you.🎵~

The girl began to sing eerily. Mala backs away in fear, seeing a billboard for missing kids. Suddenly, one of the kids morphed into a severely burned man with a brown fedora, wearing a red and black striped sweater. Mala  shrieked, as the man reached through the picture, revealing a glove with razor sharp knives, grabbing her by the throat.

~Boo!~

The burned man gloated, pulling Mala closer to him. Just as they were close enough to touch, the burned man's tongue flicked out, causing Mala to scream even louder.

End of Dreamscape-

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Back to the Real world.

Mala woke back up in the interrogation room, gasping from the nightmare. She looked around the precinct, seeing her friends and the police officers there again. Astrid was in another interrogation room, and Mala noticed she also seemed terrified. At first, she found it odd, but with a sudden chill, Mala wondered if she was the only one who just had a nightmare…

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Dagur hid in the bushes near another of the boy's house the one named Eret. The teen was incredibly saddened by his friend Throk's death, and was drinking from a flask on the house swing. Berserk had been aching to kill him out of sheer annoyance, when the teen's father suddenly confronted him on their porch.

"Eret. We have to talk." Eret's father announced. "What the Hell were you doing over there? You were supposed to be watching your sister! Were you drinking?!"

"My best friend was just killed, Dad!" Eret shouted, anger flashing across his face. "So how about giving me some fucking space?"

"You watch yourself, boy." Eret's father sneered, and turned back to go into the house.

Dagur wanted so badly to kill that kid, but something kept holding him back. It was like a tiny voice, deep in the back of mind, saying not to. Stranger still, it wasn't his mother's voice. It felt more… male.

~Let me kill the little shit, bitch.~

Dagur tilted his head in confusion, but for some reason obeyed. If he couldn't kill Eret, then he would settle on the father.

The Crystal Lake killer stealthily walked to the back of the house and opened the door, finding Eret's dad busy in the kitchen. As Dagur crept closer, he noticed his soon to be victim was preparing some type of meal using the stone, and the water was already boiling in a pot. In a swift movement, Dagur grabbed the man by the back of his head and forced him down, submerging his face in the scalding hot water. The father's arms flailed around, trying desperately to breathe, but the undead monster's strength was too much, and he quickly stopped his movements, dying soon after. Whether he died from the burning water or lack of air was a mystery, but it didn't matter. Dead was dead, and that was good enough for Dagur. Now onto Eret himself…

-Dreamscape

Eret found himself standing in the middle of the street, away from his house. He found this odd, as he didn't remember getting up for a walk. As Eret continued pondering, he was broken out of his thoughts by dark chuckling, and stared straight ahead, seeing the silhouette of a man in a fedora hat.

~Want to take me on yourself, kid?~ The man sneered. ~Try this!~

The man's shadow extended and seemingly came alive, cornering Eret from running away. The shadow's hand extended into what looked like four knives, which went in to stab the teenager in the chest, but simply phased through.

"Holy shit!" Eret yelled, touching the area of his chest that the shadow's hand went through.

~Not strong enough.~ The man in the fedora mumbled to himself. ~Guess I'll do this the old fashioned way!~

Before Eret could do anything, the man rushed towards him with lightning speed, grabbing him by the throat and impaling him with knives, which he finally saw were connected to a glove he wore. In addition, he also saw the man was heavily burnt, and wore a red and black sweater.

~Tell Throk I said hi.~ The man cackled, and Eret was left to die, spitting out blood from his wound.

End of Dreamscape-

~~~~~~~~~~

Back to the real world

Dagur watched, dumbfounded, as a bloodied wound appeared seemingly out of nowhere on Eret's chest. The zombie tilted his head in interest, having never seen something like this before. Sure, he had been brought back to life many times, had gone after a girl who could move things with her mind, and had even possessed several people before his most recent vacation, but this… a teenager spontaneously dies without being physically attacked? He had never seen anything like it.

The Camp Blood slasher decided to think on this discovery another time, and walked away from the house. Dagur stalked deep into the woods, where he decided to momentarily rest until the next night. He didn't actually need a nap, being undead and everything, but it was a lot easier to kill under the cover of darkness, and he was less likely to be seen. After that one girl saw him after he killed that boy in the bed, he couldn't afford to be seen by anyone else and be allowed to flee.

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When Mala woke up the next morning, she was dog tired. She barely got a wink of sleep, mostly in part due to the nightmare she suffered from at the police station last night. After brushing her teeth and having breakfast, Mala did what she normally did before going to school; heading to the basement and hitting the punching bag in the corner. Unlike all the other times she's punched the bag, today she was fuelled by grief and anger, over her boyfriend's death.

Mala hit the bag, over and over, until she was blinded with rage, and slammed her fists into the bag one last time. Once she calmed down, Mala  looked at her hands, shocked to see they were stained with blood. Her blood. Mala's eyes began to water, and she started crying, when her father walked in.

"Honey, you can stay home and get some rest if you want." Mr. Wings said. "I can't imagine what you're going through right now."

"No Dad, I need to go to school." Mala sniffed, and looked at her hands. "I know Throk was an asshole… but why does it hurt so much?"

"I don't know, Malaria." Mr Smith murmured to himself. "But are you sure you don't want to get some sleep? You just went through a horrible experience, and I just heard from the police that Eret and his father were also killed last night. Both stabbed."

"I'm sure." Mala told her father, despite new tears forming. With that, she walked back upstairs, took her backpack, and walked out the door.

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By the time she made it to the school grounds, Mala already had a cigarette in her hand, and searched for her friends. It didn't take too long, Astrid and Moana were just outside the front door, and she quickly walked toward them, still shaken from Throk and Eret's deaths.

"Oh my God." Astrid gasped, bringing Mala in for a hug.

"I just found out Eret's dead too." Mala mumbled. "His dad's gone as well. They were both stabbed to death, late last night."

"Man, this is bullshit!" Moana shouted. "They're saying Eret killed Throk, then his dad, and then killed himself! They're saying it's like that Columbine thing! It's just so fucking messed up!"

The first bell rang, and the three friends quickly walked into the school, preparing to go to their classes, when Mala noticed two jocks handing out flyers for a rave. She walked over to them, and was quickly handed a flyer of her own, detailing a rave at a cornfield on the outskirts of town.

"Hey, there's a rave tonight!" One of the jocks, named Snotlout, announced. "There's safety in numbers, right?"

"Isn't that dangerous?" Mala asked. "Three people just died."

"I see what you're saying Mala, but that's why you should go." Fred replied. "I mean, be amongst friends where it's safe, right? There's gonna be a whole lotta lovin 'for you and my boy Throk, alright?"

"Yeah, you're right. I should go. I could use a few dozen drinks right now." Mala said with disinterest, before Astrid and Moana joined her. "You guys wanna go?"

"No, I don't think so." Astrid told them. "I didn't get much sleep last night. I had the most terrible nightmares."

"Astrid, you had to sleep at a police station." Moana pointed out. "I'd have nightmares too."

"No, this was different!" Astrid nsisted, as a crowd began to gather around them. "They felt real. There was this man, but more like a monster. They kept calling him Pitch-"

"What did he look like?" Mala asked, her eyes widening in worry.

"He had a dark brown hat, and his skin was melted." Astrid struggled to remember. "He was wearing a red and black sweater, and on his right hand were-"

"Knives for fingers?" Mala finished. Astrid's eyes widened in fear.

"Oh my God. We're having the same dream!" Astrid exclaimed.

"That's impossible." Mala said, even though her voice cracked from the chills down her spine.

"And then I saw these girls, and they were singing this creepy song-"

"🎵One, two, Pitch's coming for you.🎵"

Mala turned around to see a husky boy with short blonde hair walking towards them. Her eyes widened in horror, specifically remembering said phrase from her dream.

"🎵Three, four, better lock your door.🎵" The husky boy continued. "You know why they sing that? Because that's when he comes for you. In your dreams. You're lucky to be alive."

"Who is he?" Astrid asked, going hysterical.

"He's called Pitch Black. He was a child murderer." The boy told them. "Our parents killed him, and he took revenge by hunting us in our nightmares. You wanna survive him? Make friends with some coffee."

"Finnley! That's enough. You're scaring her!"

Everyone turned around to see another boy with short dark auburn hair, walking towards them. Astrid's eyes widened in complete shock, as the person who spoke was her boyfriend, Henry Haddock.

"Hicc?" Astrid gasped, before fainting from the shock.

"Thor's Beard!" Mala swore, and she, Moana, and Henry rushed forward to help her. While Moana called out for a nurse, Will and Finnley or Fishlegs slipped away, seeing two police officers walking down the hall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mala and Moana patiently waited in the nurse's office, hoping that Astrid would wake up. After everything that's happened, what with the deaths of her boyfriend and friend, it's a wonder how Wings hasn't gone into shock herself.

"How long is this going to take?" Moana asked impatiently, earning a shrug from the nurse. Frustrated, Moa sat down and began flipping through the magazines there, but soon fell asleep. Mala thought about waking her, but then again, she needed to rest herself.

Just as Mala began to doze off, she heard Moana make some gurgling noises, and turned to face her. Her eyes widened with fear, not because of her friend screaming, but because her nose was completely cut off, and was gushing blood. In addition to the gory wound, her face was covered in slash marks, and her throat was slashed.

"Holy shit!" Mala shouted, looking towards the nurse. "Somebody help!"

This time, the nurse did rush in to help the teenager, but it was too late; Moa was slowly dying from blood loss.

"What happened?" Mala asked, as she tried to stifle the wound.

"It was that burnt guy with the hat and finger knives…" Moana wheezed out. "Just like you said…"

Mala stood up, horrified, and ran out of the nurse's office. As the bell rang, she pushed past other students heading to their next class, and left school. Mala had no idea what was going on, but she knew for sure that she needed some space to herself before the rave that night.

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Dagur found himself drawn towards a cornfield on the outskirts of the town, hearing rock music playing in the distance. Figuring that more children were being 'naughty', as his mother said, Dagur ripped off a tall, iron pipe from nearby machinery, and proceeded to stalk through the field, searching for his next victim.

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Mala wandered around the rave, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, as she heard Fred talking about Throk and Eret with other partiers. Unfortunately, the words weren't flattering in the slightest, and Mala slowly walked over to the stoner to hear what he was saying.

"Cops said Eret committed suicide apparently in grief over Throk."

"Nah, that's bullshit. I heard some guy cooter killed him. It's the name my parents don't say so they don't shit themselves."

"Yeah, I heard that Pitch freak used to live here." Fred laughed. "Fucking gutted Throk like a goddamn turkey man. His intestines and shit were on the floor, and… aw shit, sorry."

Mala's anger took over for a moment, and she threw her cup at Fred, sending the contents splashing all over him. Wings quickly got another drink, and left the rave, going deep into the cornfields. After taking a couple more steps, she completely passed out, falling backwards onto the cold, muddy ground.

-Dreamscape

Mala looked around, seeing herself in the cornfield again, where she saw something move amongst the trees. Unfortunately for her, it was too fast, and she didn't see who it was.

"I'm dead for one day, and you're already out getting shitfaced?"

Mala's eyes widened in shock and horror, seeing Throk's head poking out from one of the corn stalks. His face was deathly pale, and it looked like he was using his hand to hold his head up.

"Same old Mala!"

"Throk?" Mala gasped. "I-I can't believe it."

"C'mon, let's go." Throk Muttered, and turned and walked away. When Mala hesitated, he turned back, and said with malice, "Babe! Don't make me ask you twice, okay! NOW!"

Mala dropped her beer and cigarette, and walked in after him, finding a large grain silo. Without a moment of hesitation, she slowly walked in, seeing the workings of a boiler room that was tinted in red light. In the middle of the room was Throk, still holding his head up by his hand.

"Throk, what the Hell is wrong with you?" Mala asked, worried.

"Well maybe it's the fact I got a machete shoved up my ass, then my spine snapped in half!" Throk yelled.

Just then, the silhouette of a man wearing a hat and having knives for fingers appeared, causing Mala to gasp loudly. Wings backed up, towards the door, but turned around to find that it was replaced with a wall.

"Where's the door?" Mala shrieked. "Where's the door?!"

Suddenly, the vague outline of a face burst through the iron wall, startling Mala and making her scream in terror.

End of Dreamscape-

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back to the Real world

Unbeknownst to Mala, in the real world, one of the party goers wearing an abundance of glow sticks named Savage  followed her into the cornfields. The glow stick-wearing teen looked around, seeing no one followed him, and crept over to Mala's unconscious form, getting on top of her and kissing her neck. While he was taking advantage of her, Savage didn't notice that Dagur Berserk was watching, hidden in the corn….

Back to the Dream World

-Mala ran down the halls of the boiler room, screaming and turning a corridor when she thought she saw the burned man's silhouette, then saw he was right in front of her. Just like last time, he wore the battered fedora, red and green sweater, and the glove with the knives on the ends. Mala screamed, and turned to run up a flight of steps, only for the burned man to appear in front of her again.

~Nowhere to run, Mala!~ The burned man cackled, clicking his knives on the railing.

"You're the one who killed Throk!" Mala gasped, trying to remember what his name was. The cops said it was Pitch, Pitch who?

Pitch Black

~Don't worry about my little errand boy.~ Pitch snickered. ~The only thing to fear… is to fear himself!~

Mala screamed, and fell off the platform, landing on a set of lockers, before crashing onto the floor. Running out of options, Mala opened one of the lockers, crawling inside, where she frantically looked out to make sure Pitch couldn't find her. While she was in the locker, Mala felt strange marks on her cheek and neck, almost like she was being kissed. Mala looked down at herself, but quickly realised that whatever was happening, it wasn't Pitch.

~You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!~

Speaking of Pitch, he finally found her, and ripped off the locker's door.

~Peek a boo, found you!~ Pitch Laughed with glee, and prepared to go in for the kill. Suddenly, Mala's vision changed. No longer was she in the boiler room, she was now back in the cornfield. And on top of her was the glowstick wearing guy, who was just beginning to pull her pants down.

Mala screamed in pure terror, and vanished from Pitch dreamworld, causing him to have a look of disappointment.

~Aw, things were just getting fun.~ Pitch shrugged.

End Of Dreamscape-

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Mala woke up and saw that Savage was still on top of her, where he had just finished pulling her pants down. Smith screamed loudly, begging for help to come, but everyone was too busy getting wasted to pay attention, or even care.

"Might as well give up." Savage smirked. "No one's coming."

Unknown to either of them, Dagur watched the whole ordeal, and he felt even more angry than usual. At first, he had planned on just killing the both of them, but upon looking closer, Berserk realised that not only was the woman unconscious, but she was not enjoying it when she finally woke up. Dagur remembered how his mother spoke in hushed tones that she was raped by a man in a bar, and she didn't enjoy it. The memory shook Dagur with rage, and he gripped the iron pipe so hard, it began to dent from his strength.

Before the glow stick wearer could enter Mala, he felt a strong hand clamp him on the shoulder and pull him up. As he was spun around, Mala screamed, where they both saw a man who was well over six feet tall, wearing a hockey mask. He was wearing worn, tattered clothes, and his head was a decaying black. The smell alone was foul, and Mala wrinkled her nose in disgust. Strapped to the behemoth of a man's side was a machete. With a chill, Mala realised this must have been the 'errand boy' Pitch mentioned who had killed Throk, and she screamed again.

Before Savage could open his mouth, Jason rammed the pipe through his ribcage, causing him to cough up blood and go limp. Dagur heaved the pipe upward, sending the rapist's body flying through the air. The whole time, Mala watched, paralyzed with fear, as the hockey mask wearing murderer turned his attention to her. Mala gulped, bracing for her death, when the undead giant did something she didn't expect: he reached out his hand, as if to help her up. When she hesitated, Mala lunged towards her, grabbing her by the shoulder and easily lifting her up onto her feet. For a moment, Mala remembered that this was the monster that killed Throk, and she turned tail and ran back towards the rave.

Dagur tilted his head in confusion. He thought he had saved the girl. So why was she running? Berserk decided to follow her through the cornfield, intent on finding out why she was afraid of him… and to kill more naughty children.

Mala  continued running through the corn, eventually tripping and landing face first in the dirt. When she looked up, she was found by Snotlout and his friend, who were busy getting high and drinking Everclear.

"Hey, Mal!" Snotlout said wildly. "Having fun?"

"Listen, there's some psycho in a hockey mask who's killing people!" Mala shouted frantically. "He's the one who killed Throk!"

"Man, you must be really wasted!" Snotlout's friend grinned. "Good for us, we can have a little fun ourselves!"

Snotlout  grabbed Mala and, despite her trying to kick either of them, he and his friend were stronger, and Snotlout's friend started to lift her shirt. Just before he touched the edge, Snotlout looked up in confusion, causing his friend to turn as well, where they saw a man in a hockey mask towering over them.

"Well hey, Jethro!" Snotlout said, wearing an idiotic grin. "This is a rave, not a Halloween party! Why don't you go find a pig to fuck?!"

"Yeah, mind your own business! It's invite only, cornpoke!" Snotlout's friend added, prodding his finger at Dagur's chest. "And you. Weren't. Invited-"

Dagur had enough of this annoying teenager, and with his supernatural strength, grabbed his head and twisted it around 180 degrees, snapping it instantly.

"Son of a bitch." Snotlout murmured, while Mala let out a small scream. Seeing her chance, Mala elbowed Snotlout in the stomach, causing him to let go of her, and she fell to the ground again. As Dagur pushed the other teenager's body to the ground, Mala wanted to back away, but her body wasn't responding to her brain's commands. Then, for the second time that night, Dagur reached out his hand again to help her up. This time, Mala quickly grabbed his undead hand, and was gently pulled back up on her own feet.

Just as Mala got back on her feet, Snotlout grabbed the remains of his Everclear and threw them on Dagur, splashing him from head to toe. The undead giant turned towards him, just as the alcoholic teen shoved a torch into his torso, lighting him on fire.

"Burn, motherfucker!"

Dagur was unfazed by the fire, and pulled out his machete, shocking both Snotlout and Mala.

"Oh shit." Snotlout gasped, and he went running back to the rave, while Mala ran in another direction, hoping to find Astrid.

After running all the way back to the rave, Mala crashed into Astrid and Henry, who were joined by Fref and another kid they knew as Eugene Fitzherbert.

"Mala, where were you?" Astrid asked, concerned.

"Guys, I know who killed Throk." Mala gasped out, but something caught the corner of her eye. Snotlout was running out of the corn stalks, clearly terrified, when a flaming machete flew through the air and embedded itself in his chest. Snotlout spat out blood, before crumpling to the ground, revealing the undead slasher right behind him, still on fire.

"Oh my God." Mala mumbled. "We have to go, now!"

Henry nodded, and he, Astrid, Mala, Fred. and Fitzherbert all ran towards a blue van decorated in graffiti, where they started to pile in. Before taking a seat, Mala took one last look at the hockey mask wearing killer, wondering why he would save her after killing her boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Dagur hacked and slashed his way through several partiers, killing them with ease. One such teenager was stupid enough to throw more alcohol on him, causing the flames to erupt, and he stabbed downwards, killing not only him, but also a person in a blue baseball cap who appeared passed out behind him, and was slumped over a keg of beer. The stab went through both teenagers, as well as the keg itself, and foam began to spray out, putting out the fire that was burning Dagur. Berserk tilted his head in slight amusement, before continuing to kill more teenagers. After all the closest teens to him were slaughtered, he looked around, sparing a glance at the girl he saw earlier, the one he saved from being taken advantage of. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a strange connection, and began following the blue van she climbed into.

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Back in the dream realm, Pitch was beyond pissed off. Just as he was about to kill some drunk girl with a blue baseball cap, her chest exploded out of nowhere! He knew it wasn't him who did it, that wound was way too big for one of his knives. It had to be Dagur Berserk. He should have known he wouldn't have stopped!

~She was supposed to be mine!~ Pitch roared, smashing his fist against a boiler room pipe. ~Mine! MINE!~

A/N: This fic is inspired from Freddy vs Jason: Jason's Redemption by PotCFan101 in FFN check them out.

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