❝You with me, or against me?❞
Cheyenne can't sleep, Dakota has a girl straight out of a video tape in his closet, and Alana's (probably) going to be eaten AKA just the consequences of having Freddy Krueger as a father.
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A NIGHTMARE ON ELM ST...
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"Kneel before the Hell Priest."
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MOST SLASHERS, upon hearing Hell's Golden Child would be brought before the new crown prince of Hell, Pinhead, thought, "Sure. As if he'll show." And he wasn't going to, truth be told. He wanted to skip it; tell anyone who would listen that he'd been busy, although with Elm Street boarded up and vacant, well, that just wouldn't have been true.
So, there he was. Walking through the underworld's endlessly dark corridors. Freddy couldn't tell you why he'd finally decided to show up or why he was called (more like summoned) in the first place. He could've sat in the dream world, feet kicked up and boilers hissing, unhappily rotting away for the rest of the week like he'd done the week before (and the week before that, and before that).
But he didn't.
Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe deep down he wanted to see how Pinhead was running things. Maybe he was just fucking bored. Either way, he was there. No changing that now.
This curiosity led him to Hell, surrounded by rows and columns of pitch-black stone. Most wouldn't have known how to traverse the space in the little light Freddy had to work with, but he'd been to Hell (and back) more times than he could count. He knew it better than he knew his boiler room, and just like his boiler room (more so now than ever before), it was dark. The light had dimmed long ago, decades before Lucifer had left and Pinhead took his place.
It'd only gotten darker since he left.
Along with the darkness of Hell was a silence, one so heavy that it almost felt suffocating. It felt as if he'd just walked into a crowded room where everyone was talking about him and stopped upon realizing he was there. Like people were holding their breath as he walked past. His burst skin would've prickled if it were at all possible.
