Other Dreams (Pt. 2)

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Freddy quickly made his way to the next dream, one that was luckily close by. Just like the last dream, this one looked especially promising.
   It was a mental hospital. Blinding white walls, buzzing fluorescent cieling lights, some faceless patients droning around and lastly, a man sitting alone in front of a window.
   Freddy slowly approached the man. He wore a standard white gown and his long, greasy, blonde hair covered most of his face and spilled onto his shoulders. The guy didn't look up or anything, just silently stared.
   A quick glimpse into his memories told Freddy that he use to have a family and sister. The family, never seen from again, the sister, fell off a roof. And yet, once again he saw Morgan. Only this time, she was being blurred together with memories of the man's sister.
   Ooooh, mistaken identity, eh? Freddy giggled.
   Freddy adopted his new form then stood proudly by the man's side, smirking. "Hello again, brother."
   The man finally lifted his head, turning his cloudy bluish eyes toward Freddy. The left one had a long scar going through it.
   "Did you miss me...Michael?"
    With that, Michael stood up, looking down at the illusion of his dead sister. Freddy gulped. The guy wasn't as tall and bulky as Jason, but still pretty fucking tall and intimidating.
   Freddy cleared his fake voice, "I - I...y - you failed to kill me Michael. I'm waiting for you in town. Come kill me Michael! Come - "
    Something flew toward him, "THE FUCK?!"
   It was a knife. A knife Michael was holding.
   Another swipe. Then another, this time slashing Freddy's stomach. A bucket full of bugs and maggots spilled out of the gash.
   "Alright, alright, ENOUGH!"
   Freddy launched Michael into the air and across the room. When he hit the wall, he dissapeared along with the dream.
   "Fuck..." Freddy panted, "well, at least he looked convinced."
  
  

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