A/N: Disclaimer Doesn't Own Ben 10 Series, Godzilla Monsterverse, Toho And HTTYD, ROTG, FROZEN, BH6, TANGLE, BRAVE, DC Arrowverse, Marvel MCU, Attack On Titan and Transformers, Saban's power rangers. And other fandoms.

These are all credited by DreamWorks, Toho, Legendary, Man Of Action, Walt Disney, Pixar and Dreamworks and industrial entertainment company. Saban and Bandai.

I don't own any of The Scripts of Series and Movies, Mangas or Animes, the casting or Characters but this story crossovers.

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🎶 🎵Music🎵

~<Text/HoloMessage/Letters/HOWLERS>~

( Flashback/Dreamscape Pov )

"Split Personalities and Possession"

[Movie and Script.]

[-Television and Radio-]

{§-SIGN LANGUAGE-§}

-§Parseltongue§-

[A.I. and Holo]

"§~SPELLS~§"

~{COMMLINK/Walkie-talkie/Holomessage/Radio.}~

{Announcement/PA/Narration}

"~<Ultimatrix/Transformation>~"

~Sounds/Sonics/Echoes/Ghost~

"-( Foreign Language )-"

Dreamworld or Nightmare?

Henry, Astrid  and their friends all decided to leave and discuss matters in Fred's basement, surrounded by abstract art. While Henry, Mala, Fitzherbert, and Freed were busy talking at the table, Astrid sat on a couch behind everyone.

"So why don't we just leave?" Fitzherbert suggested.

"Won't matter, Pitch will follow us." Henry said grimly. "We all know him, and we all fear him. It's that fear that gives him power. We're marked now."

"Man, fuck that Pitch clown!" Fred yelled. "What kind of pussy goes after you in your dreams, anyway? Now that big motherfucker was back at the cornfield, he was scary. I'd like to know what his name was."

"His name is Dagur Berserk."

Everyone turned their heads to the basement's entrance, seeing one of the police officers from the station reveal himself. He held his hat in hand, and the badge said Hiro Hamada.

"How'd you find us?" Fitzherbert asked.

"Nothing personal, but the Scooby van out back wasn't subtle." Hiro proceeded to pull a set of keys from his pocket, and tossed them to Fred. "Also, never leave your keys in the door."

"Great. We're fucked." Mala muttered.

"Relax, I'm here to help." Hiro reassured her, and sat down. "Now, Dagur Berserk  supposedly drowned back in '58 when he was a little boy. The counselors weren't paying attention, and when his mother went on a killing spree, they murdered her in self defense. Legend has it, Jason kept coming back from the dead to punish those who would dare enter the camp. I think this is just a copycat."

"Bullshit." Fitzherbert spat. "He got lit on fire and was still kicking like it was nothing. This guy's the real deal."

"Impossible. Dagur's dead." Hiro shook his head.

"You better check that, because someone's fucking with reality right now." Fred.

"Kinda makes sense." Henry noted. "What if Pitch brought Dagur back, because he was too weak to kill us on his own? What if he used Dagur, to make everyone think he was back, but now that Pitch has his power again, Dagur won't stop killing?"

"So Dagur was the one who killed Trey." Mala realized. "But why would he save me?"

"Dagur Berserk saved you?" Hiro asked, which Mala nodded at.

"I was passed out in the cornfield, and some asshole tried to take advantage of me." Mala explained. "When I came to, Dagur grabbed the guy on top of me, and then killed him."

"Strange." Hiro furrowed his brow. "Normally, he would have just killed you both. Perhaps he didn't like seeing you getting raped."

Suddenly, Astrid screamed, causing everyone else to rush to her side.

"Ast, are you alright?" Henry asked, shaking her. "You were asleep!"

Astrid opened her hand, revealing a bloody, burnt ear. With another shrill scream, she dropped her to the floor, where Hiro stomped it into the ground.

"I pulled that out of my dream!" Astrid exclaimed.

"That's impossible!" Hiro told her.

"Man, anything's possible!" Fred facepalmed. "You just don't get it!"

"By Thor… two killers." Mala said solemnly. "We're not safe awake or asleep!"

"It's not sleep that's killing us, it's our dreams." Astrid interjected.

"At Westin Hills, Fishlegs and I never had dreams." Henry pointed out. "We were on this drug called Hypnocil. They never said what it was for, but everyone was taking it."

Fred went over to his computer and typed in Hypnocil, bringing up a document on it.

"Hypnocil. Experimental drug." Fitzherbert read off. "Not even approved by the FDA. Used for dream suppression."

"We all need those pills." Astrid declared, turning to Henry. "Can you get us back to Westin Hills?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

Henry, Astrid, Mala and their friends parked the van outside Westin Hills, where Will used a keycard taken by Fishlegs to open the door and ushered them inside.

"This place is massive." Mala commented. "We'll never find the pills."

"Then let's split up." Hiro suggested. "Frederick 4th, Fitzherbert, with me. Astrid, Henry, Mala check downstairs."

Everyone nodded, and Mala followed Astrid and Henry downstairs, where they found over a dozen kids laying on gurneys, with tubes in their mouths, and their eyes covered with cotton swabs. Some of the swabs were tinged red with blood.

"What happened to them?" Astrid gasped.

"This is the D wing." Henry announced, grabbing a sheet of paper. "For the ones who couldn't stop dreaming. Says here, they overdosed on Hypnocil."

"Who would do this to them?" Astrid asked.

"Your dad's name is at the bottom of all these charts, Astrid." Henry said, giving her the papers. "I think he thought he was trying to help them."

"And instead, he put them in comas." Astrid finished. Disgusted, Astrid walked out, where she was soon followed by Hiccup and Mala. The three of them began to walk back up the stairs, when the lights began flickering on and off.

"

What the Hell was that?" Astrid asked.

"Let's go check it out." Henry suggested, and the three quickly ran up the stairs, finding the hospital's pharmacy. What caught their eyes was the fact that all the Hypnocil bottles were littered amongst the floor, with their caps open.

"Shit, they're all empty!" Mala shouted, chucking one of the bottles across the room. Just then, Hiro's body came crashing through the door, looking fried by electricity.

"Holy shit!" Mala yelled, looking past the cop's body to see Dagur Berserk himself towering over her.

"Mala, come on!" Astrid called out, dragging her out of the pharmacy. Just as the three of them bolted out of the room, Mala looked back at Jason, seeing him tilt his head, possibly in confusion, before following them. Unbeknownst to her, Berserk wasn't planning on harming her… just her friends.

Mala, Astrid, Henry ran down the hallway, with Fitzherbert slamming the door shut, where they found Fred grinning with his hands behind his back.

"Fred, we gotta go, man!" Henry Called out, as Astrid and Mala ran past the stoner.

"Let me handle this, bitch!" Fred snarled, just as Dagur kicked down the door.

Mala's eyes widened, stopping dead in her tracks. That grin, the tone of his voice…

Mala whirled around, seeing Fred holding syringes of a red liquid in each hand. With a chill, she realized that Pitch somehow possessed the stoner kid, and was most likely going to put Berserk to sleep.

"~Come to Pitch!~"

That was all Mala needed to break out running towards the possessed teenager. Yes, Dagur killed Throk, someone who was abusive to her, but for some reason, she couldn't just let Pitch get the upper hand.

"Mala, no!" Astridscreamed, but her friend didn't listen, and kept running towards the undead killer.

"~These are my children, Dagur. Go back where you belong!~"

The Pitch possessed Fred raised his arms with the syringes, just as Mala shot her arm out. In an instant, she felt a needle pierce her skin, and a partial amount of the sedative was injected into her, before Fred backhanded her away and stabbed the rest of the syringes into Dagur's neck. As Mala fell to the floor, she looked back to Dagur, who looked down at her body.

The moment Dagur saw the girl's form crumple to the floor, his fist tightened around his machete. Even as whatever that was that the kid injected into him made him weaker by the second, he tapped into his rage and swung his machete across the kid's midsection. The stoner gave a startled expression, before he was completely cut in half, and Dagur's body finally gave out. As his body fell to the ground, he just hoped he didn't land on the girl in the baseball cap…

Dreamscape POV

Mala found herself back in the boiler room, this time with Dagur standing over her.

"You." Mala gasped. "Why did you kill Throk, but spared me?" Dagur tilted his head in confusion, not knowing why the girl was still hung up over her abusive boyfriend. "Why Dagur? Why did you go after him, but stop that guy at the rave from taking advantage of me?"

Dagur shook his head, and looked around, wondering where he was. He'd never been in a place like this before, where everything was iron pipes, and saturated with a crimson light.

"I know Throk was a bit of ass, and he'd say a bunch of stupid shit, but…" Mala stopped, apparently having an epiphany. "You killed Throk because of how he treated me."

Dagur turned around and slowly nodded. Mala smiled sadly, but then looked up, seeing an older woman walking across a metal catwalk.

"~Dagur. My special, special boy… I'm disappointed.~" Dagur looked up, seeing his mother walking towards him. "~You disobeyed me. You were supposed to come back home! Just kill a few of them! But I blame myself. I should've known you wouldn't be able to stop killing. You are like a big stupid dog who won't stop eating! Even when your master says you've had ENOUGH!~"

Mala and Dagur heard demonic cackling around the boiler room, and they looked around, trying to pinpoint the voice. Out of the corner of her eye, Mala saw Pitch walking along the catwalk, clicking his blades together.

"~Time to put this bad dog to sleep- for good!~"

Pitch  jumped down to slash at Dagur, who pushed Mala out of the way, before chopping Black's arm off with the finger blades.

"~Not my arm!~"

Dagur proceeded to cut off his other arm, but Pitch quickly got up, and his limbs grew back in an instant with nightmare dust. As Dagur swung his machete again, the dream demon caught the blade with his hands, wrenching it away and sending it flying into a pipe. Black didn't give Dagur a break, and sent a flurry of punches to his face, before kicking him into a boiler.

"~Welcome to my nightmare.~" Pitch sneered, and he began to telekinetically throw Dagur back at the boiler, as well as sending his machete and other objects colliding into him. 

Mala got up and prepared to run towards Dagur to help him, but was stopped by someone grabbing her shoulder. Wings turned around, facing Throk once again.

"~You're leaving me for that undead hockey puck, Mala?~" Throk admonished. "~You smoker bitch!~"

Throk slapped Mala across the face, hard enough to send her to the floor again.

"~What, am I not good enough for you now?~" Throk asked, lifting his foot up to smash into her face. Just as his shoe came down, Mala rolled her body out of the way, before getting back up and punching her former boyfriend in the face, putting all those hours hitting a punching bag to good use.

"You were never good enough!" Mala  yelled, repeatedly punching Throk until his face began to get all bloody. "I don't know what I ever saw in you!"

Mala continued punching Throk until he fell to the floor of the boiler room, his face bloody and bruised, and she kicked him one final time, before turning back to Pitch and Dagur. Her eyes widened in shock, as Pitch was still telepathically throwing Dagur across the room, complete with pinball machine sounds. At last, Pitch let Dagur  fall to the floor, where he dropped one of the boiler room's gigantic boilers onto him. Much to the dream demon's dismay, Dagur was still breathing, despite half his body crushed.

"~Why won't you DIE?~" Pitch yelled, leering at Dagur. As Mala silently spectated, Dagur threw the boiler off of him, and flung Pitch across the room. Black's form smashed into several pipes, causing the place to start showering with water, and the crimson light changed to an emerald green.

"~Come on!~" Pitch taunted, as Dagur stomped up the catwalk to where he was, Mala following close behind. He was so close to slashing his machete down, but stopped, seeing the stream of water in front of him. Confused, both Pitch and Mala looked around, and they both realized at the same time it was the water that stopped Dagur. 

"~So you're afraid of something after all.~" Pitch chuckled, and he caused the entire boiler room to rain down water.

Dagur looked around the room, seeing water everywhere, and he grew afraid. Normally, he wouldn't care about the water at all, being unkillable, but he quickly found that this demon in front of him could actually hurt him in this world. That, added to his traumatic memories of drowning as a child, became too much for him.

Dagur dropped his machete, and reverted back to the form of when he was a child, sniffling and sobbing, much to Mala's horror.

"~Aw, isn't that sweet. You ugly little shit.~" Pitch taunted, ripping off Dagur's hockey mask and revealing Pamela Berserk's head. "~Now there's a face only a mother could love!~" 

"Dagur!" Mala screamed. "Get up! You can't let Pitch win!"

"Not now, bitch, I'm busy!" Pitch snarled, and with a wave of his hand, Mala felt herself being flung backwards. Just before she hit the boiler room's pipes, she felt herself wake up, and found herself in the back of Hiccup's van. 

A/N: and cut anyways I'll post the rest tomorrow anyways God bless Happy Halloween and goodnight.

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