The Final Girl

Other Dreams (Pt.1)

   Freddy lifted himself off the ground with a long groan.
   "What. The. HELL?!!"
   He sprang up off the ground and looked to see if that annoying where was still around. She wasn't, she had woken up.
   "DAMMIT!!" He kicked a nearby pipe, breaking it open and pouring out steam.
    "Fuckin' FUCK!!"
    He couldn't remember the last time he was this angry. Not only did someone escape, they had fought back too. Damn did she fight back, he was almost impressed.
   That didn't matter though, what mattered was that he was still nowhere from progressing in his plan. If he was going to be remembered again, he didn't want to be remembered as someone who got his ass kicked by a teenage girl!
   "Think, think! If I can't kill her, who the hell can?"
   Freddy thought for a good long bit, then a light bulb finally went off. He usually didn't like doing it, but he had no other options.
   He went through the Dream World, traveling in between multiple dreams. Most were boring or just wierd, but above all, none of them belonged to any serial killers.
   He kept searching till he found an interesting one. It was a dream about a summer camp. A familiar one.
   "Camp Crystal Lake?"
   He remembered way back in his younger, living, years he was a counselor here. Low and behold, there were tons of children running around, one of whom had a deformed face.
   Freddy watched from the bushes as the other kids chased the deformed one into the lake, pushing him into it. The kid quickly drowned, then the dream turned from a sunny camp to a dark abandoned one.
   Freddy shrugged and was about to leave till he heard a bubbling noise. He looked at the lake to see something emerging from it.
   A giant, broad man with a hockey mask walked straight out of the lake holding a big, mean looking machete.
   "Finally!" Freddy grinned and followed the man into one of the cabins.
   Inside, he watched him as he hacked a couple of imaginary teens to bits, getting soaked in blood without a care in the world. Exactly what Freddy was looking for!
   After he was done, Freddy called out, "Hey asshole!"
    The larger man turned to face him, showing off his crimson machete. The man growled then stomped his way toward Freddy.
   Quickly, Freddy peaked into the man's memories. He saw that not only was his name Jason, he also saw how much he loved his mother and her gruesome death. As well as a memory of Morgan herself besting the big guy and his, boyfriend? This would be easy.
    Before Jason could attack him, Freddy dodged out of the way then quickly took the form of Jason's mother.
    "Jason, honey, what are you so scared of? It's just me." Freddy tried not to laugh as the big lug lowered his weapon, instantly falling for the illusion.
    "I've missed you so much! I wish I could see you again." He saw glistening tears around Jason's eyes. Too easy. "But there's something important I need you to do."
    Jason stepped toward him, eagerly listening.
    "There's a girl not far from here. I know she hurt you and that man you love so much. She deserves to pay! Do it Jason! Kill her! Do it for mommy, kill her!"
    Freddy figured he must have shouted too loud since the instance he did, Jason woke up.
    "Shit."