Your Worst Nightmares

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"I think it's time to bring father back from Hell. That mama's boy and the daddy's girl have been asking for this beat down far too long..."
An unknown figure turns to a table to reveal two paper white, screaming masks, one has blood stained down the black abyss's of eyeholes, while the other has an angry, screaming face with tiny white specs in the middle of the dark eyeholes. A sinister chuckle filled the dark area while a dim light flickered, fighting to stay lit. The figure stepped into the light.
A girl with blonde hair stood by the table, smiling wickedly while a black substance dropped from a dark grin. The sclera of her eyes were black, but slowly turning into the natural white color, while her pupils were red orbs, slowly turning to a Hazel green and irises began to be visible.
Beside the girl, stood a boy with shaggy light brown hair and his skin was just a black substance formed into a body. His body began to become sturdy, and a tan color of skin started to form over it. His eyes looked like the girl's eyes, red orbs to Hazel green eyes. The duo stood in the flickering light, and just before the light completely died, a badly burnt man wearing a fedora, a dirty green and red striped sweater and a glove with knives attached to the fingers rose up from the two. Then, the light burnt out, and the horrid sound of corrupted laughter boomed in the foul air.

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In a little town called Woodsboro, lived two children, Jane, and Grayson Lee. Jane was a ten year old girl with chocolate brown hair that swept her back and Hazel blue eyes, while Grayson was a fourteen year old boy with brown, almost black, hair that had a mind of its own and stuck out in many directions, and unusual Amber eyes. These two were, indeed siblings, their parents were murdered by something unknown, and their older brother went missing. It was traumatizing for Jane, she was only nine when it happened, but Grayson seemed to have no emotion towards the loss of his parents, like it was all just a horror movie that he was not afraid of. The siblings tend to fight a lot, too. Grayson had scars and scabs of bite and scratch marks from little Jane, but Jane had a black eye, a few teeth were lost, and a few bruises on her arm from a previous fight. The two sat on a bed, facing away from each other with their arms crossed over their chests, they had been sitting there for quite some time by now. Jane felt a few tears roll down her cheeks from the burning feeling in her arm and her eye, as she rethought she and her brother's feud.

45 minutes earlier

Jane sat on her bed, the bottom bunk, reading a book about fairytales she adored too dearly. She loved the idea that one day, maybe she could live a happily ever after, just like Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White. Jane smiled slightly, then hesitantly got off her bed, and climbed up to the top bunk where Grayson was. Grayson was just laying on his side, mumbling words she couldn't understand. The ten year old gently grabbed her brother's shoulder and shook him slightly. The teen turned to face his younger sister with an annoyed groan.
"What the hell do you want?"
Jane smiled a bit and put the book in front of her brother's face.
"Can you read to me, please?"
It grew quiet for a few seconds, until finally, Grayson sat up, grabbed the book and ripped the cover off, tore out numerous pages and shredded them up.
"Oops. I broke it."
Jane's eyes widened while the acid water in her eyes began to trickle down her cheeks. She growled, then jumped onto her brother, digging her nails into both of his arms with nothing but anger in her big eyes. Grayson let out a sharp cry then threw Jane off of his bed, causing a loud thump, followed by a yelp, then a cry. Grayson would've stopped from there, but his anger was powerful, and he jumped down, ran up to his little sister and pinned her down by her arms, squeezing them until her hands began to turn white. He hissed in her face,
"if you ever do that again, I swear I will rip your arms off and give them to the boogie man!"
Jane only cried quietly, but then cried louder once her brother got off and punched her in the eye. One of the assistants had seen Grayson's action and immediately rushed to Jane's side, while another assistant scolded Grayson for his actions towards his younger sister, then announced he were to take the trash out and clean the kitchen for two weeks, but the teen never did as he was told, and this encouraged Jane to do the same.

45 minutes later

Grayson felt a lot of grief now, he loved his sister. He was only trying to make her strong, to just shake things off and just be completely numb to any mental pain. He wanted to escape and bring his sister with him, and find their older brother. They would runaway and never come back. The brother sighed and turned to his sister, who didn't bother to move or face her older sibling.
"Look...I'm sorry, okay? It's just...you need-"
Jane cut him off.
"You need to be stronger and more mature, Jane. We have to leave this place Jane. I know...but I've been having bad dreams lately...that book made me feel better and you destroyed it..."
Strange, Grayson was having nightmares too, a man with a glove and knives on the fingers. He wasn't harmful to Grayson, in fact, he'd be asking him to join him and his 'creations,' or whatever that was. He wondered what problems Jane was having.
"What...what are your dreams about?"
Jane shivered slightly, then finally, faced her brother.
"It's always a burnt man fighting a big man in a hockey mask. The hockey mask man ripped off the burnt man's head, he was trying to protect me!...but the hockey mask man won..."
Grayson's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"What does this mean...?"

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"Jason..."
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"Jessie..."
...
"Get up you two, it's time to wake up."
"Jason, arise my son! Mommy has a task for you and Jessie!"

One, two, Freddy's coming for you...

Jessie was screaming in the background

Three, four, better lock your door...

Chucky let out his sinister laugh

Five, six, grab your crucifix

Jessie was unconscious, blood was leaking from her body.

Seven, eight, better stay up late

"COME TO UNCLE FREDDY!!!"

Nine, ten.

Jason and Jessie stood beside each other, staring at the flames they considered victory.

Never sleep again.

Suddenly, the masked man opened his eyes, surrounded by water. Jason Voorhees awoke, and he was angry.
Jessie, however, was waking up, but Jason took no time for her and picked his child up bridal style, walking out of the lake.