❝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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" Come back and see me soon, Old Timer "
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FREDDY AND MICHAEL stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, in a cramped elevator behind a little girl Freddy wasn't too sure was real. Her brown hair was done up in two, lopsided pigtails with black bows on the ends, and she wore a navy blue dress with frilly white socks and Mary Janes. She was vaguely familiar, though he doubted she was one of his victims. She was probably killed by the other guy.
Freddy turned to Michael, partially to make sure he was still there and partially to gauge how the younger slasher was feeling. Alternatively, it could be argued that Freddy was now the younger slasher. Despite being in his 60s (or 70s; who was counting?), he had the appearance of the 26-year-old that burned in 1968. His skin was flawless, as if anything past his initial burning was a bad dream.
A nightmare, even.
He couldn't tell what Michael was thinking, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't imagine how the sessions with Dr. Loomis must've gone.
"You with me?" he asked finally. Michael didn't reply, not that Freddy ever expected him to. "Cause if you aren't, it all goes to shit from here."
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a long hallway with a single door at the end. A single light flickered ominously above it, though it was impossible to tell if it was beckoning them closer or begging them to stay away. They approached anyway.
On the walls were drawings done by children. Some showed animals, others showed big, happy families. One of them looked familiar to Freddy, and, albeit briefly, he felt his stomach sink, though he wasn't sure why. At least, not at the moment.
They stopped just outside the door. A small sign on the wall beside it read 'Principal' in big, thick, black lettering. The little girl turned the doorknob with both hands before saying, "Freddy will see you now." She pushed the door open, and it creaked for a good five seconds before softly hitting a wall.
