Haley ruffled her dark brown hair. The diner laid Nancy and her off after Dean's death. Now Haley was sitting alone on the couch in her living room. She patted the dark red pillows and slowly rested her head. Some paranormal investigation show was playing on the TV as the warm, dark embrace of sleep wrapped around her.
Haley sat up. The room was much darker, but the TV was still on. Jay Leno was interviewing someone who looked an awful lot like the burned-dream-man, the difference being that he wasn't burned and was actually pretty attractive. 'I'd f*ck him... DAMMIT BRAIN!' Haley hated her tendency to go for the dirtiest thought first.
Stretching, she strutted over to the TV, planning to turn it off, when a hand reached out of the screen and tried to grab her. "F*CK THAT SH*T!" Haley bolted to her front door and threw it open. She stopped in her tracks and nearly tumbled forward when she realized that she was running in snow. The girl looked up to see that she was in front of a preschool. "Curiouser and Curiouser," She walked into the school, barely noting that she was now standing in three inches of water. A deep voice was counting down in one of the classroom; it was enchanting. Haley meandered about the halls until she found the source. The burned man was in front of a chalkboard, his hands on the board on either side of his face. Haley got a full view of his glove and the knives that adorned his fingertips. " 3..." Haley tensed,"2..." She couldn't help but walk closer,"1. Ready or not," He skimmed his hands down the chalkboard, "Here I come."
"Who are you?" Haley pleaded. Her curiosity overpowered her fear. The man only smiled sinisterly and pointed back at the chalkboard.
One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, grab a crucifix.
Seven, eight, better stay up late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
Haley turned her attention back to Freddy, but he was gone. Hot breath on her cheek told her otherwise. "Boo," Haley tried to scramble away, but her first step sank way down into the water. As she fell face first, she got a mouth full of blood. She tried to crawl away through the thick liquid, but Freddy walked on top of it as though it were solid ground. "How's this for a wet dream?" Great. Now between her screams of terror, Haley was cracking up. Suddenly, Freddy yanked her up by her short hair and slammed her face into the wall. Haley wasn't laughing anymore; she looked everywhere but him. "Look at me!" He yelled, "Look at what they did to me."
The world around them crumbled away to show a dilapidated power plant. Haley was going to question why they were here when she saw him.
An unburnt Freddy was running away from nearly half a dozen cars. He ran into a building as the cars stopped and a mob of angry people got out. "Open the f*cking door Krueger!" A man with gray hair yelled, absolutely livid.
"What do you think I did? I didn't do anything!" Freddy sounded desperate.
The men left the door and strode to a car. One opened the trunk and pulled out a Molotov cocktail. 'No...' Haley couldn't believe her eyes. "This is for my son!" He tossed it through the window. Haley could hear Freddy screaming in pain as the hand in her hair pulled harder. "Please, enough... I don't want to see anymore!" Haley was on the verge of tears.
"Do you see what they did to me?"Freddy's voice was quiet, but angry.
"Yes, I see, I see," Haley was sobbing now. How could someone do that?
Suddenly, the fire exploded. 'Wait, how does fire explode?'
She bolted upright. She was at home, on her sofa, still screaming. She choked back sobs, tears still streaming down her face. Why would someone do that? Why would dozens of people just burn an innocent man? Why hadn't anyone told her? These questions raced through Haley's brain as she sat on her bed, rocking back and forth. She wanted to ask Freddy, but she was terrified what else he would show her.
Eventually, the sun rose. Happily, Haley rose to start a new day before flopping back on her bed and passing out.
Haley opened her eyes. She was on her back, in a field. She was wearing, 'Wait, what the hell?' Haley tugged on the edges of her dress. It looked like something a preschooler would wear. It was all blue and frilly. 'O-okay...?'
"That dress was always my favorite."
"SWEET BABY BUDDAH WHAT THE F*CKING F*CK?!" Haley managed to scoot away from the voice before her wrists were pinned to the grass by an unseen force. Freddy sat up next to her. He traced one knife along the dress, yet never touched it.
"You're not my Nancy, but you'll do," He whispered, more to himself than to me.
'Nancy Thompson?' Haley thought, furrowing her eyebrows and looking at him.
"It's alright. I can make it like it used to be..." He trailed off.
This was starting to become sheer whathef*ckery.
Freddy took off his hat and held it in front of his face before setting it on the ground. Haley's eyes widened when she realized that his face wasn't burnt anymore. It was that angular, handsome face that she had seen twice before.
Haley watched one blade trace down her collarbone before feeling breath on her lips. Her eyes snapped up to Freddy as he moved to kiss her.
Her eyes snapped open. It was the afternoon and she was on her bed once again.
Freddy sat back and growled, his face returning to its previous state. He slashed the ground in anger. Why couldn't the b*tch f*cking stay asleep?
AN: Woohoo. Second chapter and Freddy's already being a pedo.
Anyone have any ideas for future chapters?
I will do unspeakable things for ideas.