Although Freddy couldn't come to the festival he could still watch; possessing someone in the Springwood Square and stalking (Y/n) silently. He wanted to be as close as possible to her without draining as much soul power. He admired her bedazzling beauty from afar, amused by her awed expression. She'd probably never been to a festival before.

The slasher remembered going to a previous Springwood Festival, taking Loretta and Katherine along too. His ex-wife had enjoyed watching their daughter run between the games and play with her little friends - heck, he'd liked it too. Too bad Loretta had snooped around in his business and Katherine ratted him out to the authorities. What a great fucking family.

He grinned as she approached the hoopla side stall, wondering if she was going to have a go. His mood soon soured when someone interrupted her. Who-...Elliot. That fuckboy who'd crushed on his girl ever since she moved in next door. The shithead that (Y/n) went back to save. And the bastard who - for some reason - Freddy was unable to fucking kill!

The demon internally panicked whilst Elliot talked to her, realising that not only was Ariana a problem - but Elliot fucking Cooper was too. Those two could screw things up for him big time. He eyed Elliot with the iciest of glares, not relaxing one bit when (Y/n) tried to brush past him. But he did grow confused at her stunned expression; perhaps she'd remembered something?

Freddy was seething with jealousy, hating it when (Y/n) took his hand. She actually took it. How had she trusted Elliot so easily and not his fake-persona Ferris? It had taken him days, whilst Elliot had done in it less than an hour! He must've said something to get her to trust him. Whatever it was, it spelt trouble for the slasher. How was he to stop this? He had to think fast.

Maybe if he went back into hell and found something or someone to aid in his plan? That's it. Freddy left the possessed person, taking the soul with him as the old man's body crashed to the floor - making it look like he'd had a stroke. He searched through the evil wasteland, looking impatiently. He needed someone with enough strength and willpower to strike fear into people's hearts, someone who could-

Jason Voorhees. Or as Freddy liked to call him; hockey puck. He was a perfect doggy. But how was the demon supposed to convince the little momma's boy? The answer was in his question. Mommy. With a sick smirk he twisted his image - changing into Pamela Voorhees herself. He created a dream for Jason and forced the hockey-masked killer to enter it, eager to corrupt the burly male.

In fact Freddy did more than that - he made a typical teenage girl go for a swim in the lake, waiting for her boyfriend. He knew it would anger Jason, and that's exactly why he did it. To get a dog to come to you, you first need it's attention~

Once Jason had stormed after the girl and impaled her to a tree; Freddy - disguised as Pamela - appeared, faking to be his mother.

"Jason." He sweetly called; slipping into the mother role with ease and catching the attention of the child-like killer.

"I should've been watching them, not drinking...not meeting a boy at the lake." Jason looked back as the girl spoke, blood dripping down her chin. Freddy made it switch to another person - this time a boy.

"I deserve to be punished." The boy spoke in a monotone voice, his eyes blank and his mouth also bloody.

"We all deserve to be punished." The demon flicked it to another girl before stepping in as Mommy Voorhees, ready to manipulate the other killer.

"Jason. My special, special, boy. Do you know what your gift is? Not matter what they do to you...you cannot die. You can never die. You've just been sleeping, honey." Freddy caught Jason's attention again - the trick beginning to work.

"But now the time has come to wake up. Mommy has something she wants you to do. I need you to go to Springwood. The children have been very bad in Springwood. All except one. Keep (Y/n) (L/n) alive, she's a good girl. A very good girl~" Freddy almost broke character due to his obsession, but regained it instantly.

"Bring her to the old Springwood Factory and kill the rest. Rise up, Jason! Your work isn't finished! Hear my voice and live again! Make them remember me, Jason." He commanded and grinned when the masked killer vanished from the dream; signalling that Jason was up and running.

"Make them remember what fear tastes like!" Freddy reverted back to his burnt self and laughed evilly, pleased that his psychotic little plan had paid off.

Freddy may've had to search the bowels of hell, but he'd found someone...someone who'd make 'em remember. Jason may get the blood, but he'd get the glory. And that fear was his ticket home, as well as his ticket back to (Y/n).

He didn't even need to watch the festival anymore, considering it was about to become a bloodbath. If (Y/n) got taken to the factory he could probably muster up a portal, but keeping her in the dreamworld would prove to be a tedious task. Especially with her power too. He'd just fake being Ferris again; that would distract her long enough for him to keep her there indefinitely.

With another chuckle he teleported back into his dreamworld; the boiler room. It was much better than a pathetic little forest anyway. Maybe Ariana and Elliot were working against him, but Freddy was far too clever - he'd easily outsmart them. It was Child's Play. The slasher was swimming in his own success, thinking of this as an early victory; a battle he'd won before it even started. What a great triumph.

Jason would slaughter them all. He'd take (Y/n) directly to him. And Freddy would come out on top. Easy.