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Chapter 8: Dream World

(A/N): Might I just say Freddy is a blast to write? I like how he's sort of a bitch but he's also like... scarily friendly? It's going to be funny seeing him interact with everyone. I was going to say Michael and Danny since they'd particularly get on his nerves, but he'll hate Brahms and Jason as well because Jason is so quiet and sweet and Brahms is so over-the-top nosy; or at least he will be when he opens up a little more. Anyways, this chapter came out pretty good. More notes at the end, addressing stuff from this chapter I don't want spoiled :) Enjoy!

"So you know the plan?"

"I came up with the plan, Danny." you sigh, rolling your eyes as Danny performed his trademark pacing back and forth. Michael and Jason sat to either side of you and Brahms was curled up on the recliner, watching everything with an unreadable expression. "I have exactly 10 minutes to find Freddy and bargain before the alarm goes off and you guys wake me up. If I start thrashing and kicking you wake me up. I don't have much to do other than talk, it's you who should make sure you know the plan!" your temper is hard to hold onto as stress presses in around you, more Danny's stress than your own. Every time you almost give in and have a breakdown, Michael or Jason has a hand on your shoulder or knee, silently telling you everything will be alright. You don't know whether your last escape had been dumb luck or real sympathy. It's not like you were out of his reach, it wasn't like he couldn't have killed you before you awoke. You were in his grasp, his blades against your skin. One flick of his wrist and your throat could have been slit, eyes gouged out, brain sliced and diced, but you were here right now alive and well, save for the burns on your hands and feet that were already healing fairly well.

You were almost certain Krueger felt some sort of fascination towards you in some form, and you really do think he'll grant you some sort of pity and accept your deal. He has to have some real body somewhere on this earth, most likely nearby enough that he could come stay here with your other friends. If he didn't have a real body somewhere? If he didn't need to eat or sleep in a real bed? Then you had nothing to bargain with, so you were really hoping he had a physical apparition somewhere nearby. You took a deep inhale, calming yourself, but saw Danny wasn't as successful in eradicating his fear and anxiety for your wellbeing. Why couldn't he be emotionless like Michael, Jason and Brahms? Why did he have to have such contagious fear? It was really difficult to be confident in your plan when he was having a panic attack, breaking into metaphorical tears at your feet. He turns to pace his line again and you've had enough. You jump to your feet and intercept him, hands firmly on his shoulders and face only inches away from his.

"Danny, calm down! I'll be alright, as long as you keep me safe, and I know you will!" you shake him gently, and he sighs, nodding his head. Instead of letting go, you pull him close and into a hug which he returns oh-so gratefully, head in your hair. You hear him take a deep breath, inhaling the smell of your shampoo that seems to have some sort of calming effect on him.

"I believe in you Sweets." he says at last, and pulls away, taking your hands for a split second before letting them go and allowing his to fall to his sides. He doesn't resume his pacing.

The plan you'd formed, as mentioned before, wasn't much. None of you had a clear idea as to how actions inside this weird Dream World transferred into actual body movements your body reenacted, but Danny had been helpful in the fact that he'd been the one in the room just before you'd awoken. You'd burst into a fit of kicking and screaming, violent sobs and flailing fists. You'd 'broken his beautiful face', as in given him a black eye, but he said he forgives you and that you repaid him by living long enough to be woken up. Michael had been the next to arrive in the room. You'd whipped your eyes open and gone completely still while realization hit you. That's when all hell broke loose; Danny had placed a hand on your shoulder seconds after you'd come to, and you'd kicked him away in his weakest spot. You remembered that particular detail because of how Michael's shoulders had shifted in the way that told you he'd let out a silent chuckle. He only ever laughed when Danny was in pain. You found that funny. The thought calmed you a little bit more. You were to fall asleep, and if you were brought back into the Dream World you were to seek out and crack a deal with Freddy like you had for the other murderers. If you weren't in the Dream world, you'd simply get some sleep, Michael, Jason, Danny and Brahms at your side the entire time.