You gasped and sat up in bed, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead as you remembered the Jason fight. Where were you? Maybe you were still with him?! No...This was your house. How did you get here? Perhaps you guys had won! You ran a hand across your clammy forehead and tried to relax, forcing yourself to recall what happened. 

"Morning, sleepyhead." Your mouth dropped wide open as Ashley walked in, holding a breakfast tray. She was dead...this was impossible! What on Earth-?

"A-Ash?!" You choked out in surprise, your eyes trained on her playful face.

"And I didn't even get a glance. Told you she prefers you, Ashes." Ariana was leaning against the doorway - her mischievous eyes locking with yours lightly.

"Of course she prefers me. I've been her best friend for, well, ever. You saved her from a serial killer once, good fucking job fam." Ashley turned mean, her happiness twisting into malice.

"Excuse me? At least I saved her - you've been dead for over a year, bitch!" Ari retorted sharply, and you bit your lip.

"Guys, it's fine. You've both helped me. Please don't fight, I'm exhausted." You wearily pleaded.

"Oh you motherfucker. Who killed me, huh? Who killed me? (Y/n) did! She tortured me until I became a worthless soul!" Ash pulled her facial skin away; leaving a terrifying gory face in its wake. This burnt into your memory - the very image making you scream.

"I got (Y/n) out of Freddy's grasp and what did I get? Weeks and weeks of torture! (Y/n) tortured us both!" Ari snapped angrily - both sisters raging at you.

"What? No! I didn't! Ash, Ari, please don't do this to me, please don't." You were upset by their hatred towards you, a few tears sparkling in your eyes.

"You used us! And now we're dead! It's~all~your~fault~!" They chanted viciously, and both held you down on the bed.

"No! Let go of me! No! NO!" You panicked when you saw a syringe in Ari's hand and a stun gun in Ashley's hand. Were they about to torture you?!

"Revenge time, o sister of mine. Hold still (Y/n). Endure this and we'll forgive you for your sins." They gave sick smiles, which definitely sent your brain into overdrive.

Your power slammed them against the opposite wall, giving you time to escape and run away from the sadistic sisters. Wiping the tears from your face roughly, you left the room and kicked the door shut - wanting to stop them from pursuing you.

"BiTcH! WhOrE! WeAkLiNg! FrEaK!" They chorused darkly, chasing after you once they'd bashed the door down.

"Fuck off!" You growled and made a knife materialise out of thin air, starting to fight with them. Wait...you made a knife come out of nowhere...It's a dream!

"You're not the real Ashley and Ariana! You're fakes! And I will fucking kill you!" Your shout echoed around your house as you drove your knife through the fake Ash first, wanting to get her out of the picture.

"(Y/n)...why...after everything we've been through...why would you do this...?" The real Ash's words spilled through the fake's mouth, causing you to cry. No...No...You didn't want-You couldn't hear this again. The words tore through your heart - the grief flooding back.

"You're going to kill your closest friend? We grew up together, and we're practically sisters! You're just going to let it end like THIS?!" The fake cried at you, making a sound of anguish slip through your lips.

"Stop it! You're not the real one! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" You screamed and shoved the knife through her throat, forcing her to stop talking. Rage overtook you and so you killed the fake Ariana as well - wanting the pain to go away.

You heard a wicked laugh at the end of the hallway and saw a dark figure; the male having a faded fucking fedora and filthy finger-knives. He waved with his right hand and the sheer arrogance made you see red, so you stormed down the hall and tried to stab him as well.

Too bad it didn't work - the cocky male vanishing when you tried. The taunting laughter only pissed you off more as you looked around, itching to fight him. A hand wrapped around your waist, the other curling around your hand and making you drop the knife.

"Knife to see you too, princess." Freddy purred into your ear, sounding 100% smug.

"Get off of me." You hissed as you wriggled in his surprisingly strong grip.

"Why? What are you gonna do, sweet-face? In this world you can't even hurt me, let alone kill me. Tough luck." He mocked and held you in place with ease.

"Then kill me. Right now." You spat fiercely.

"Bit eager for death, aren't we?" Freddy chuckled, his claws lightly tracing the outline of your thigh. You glared ahead of you and wondered what to do - wanting a method or a plan to hurt the demon holding you.

"I'm eager to get away from you." You muttered aggressively, irritated by his supposed victory. He gave a little twitch, but continued to smile - his smile creepy and unsettling.

"And we all saw how well that worked out, didn't we sweets?" He teased back as your house crumbled around you both.

"Why don't you go find some other chick to chase after?" You bitterly spoke.

"Mmm...no. You drew me to you - I'm not just going to leave." You gritted your teeth when you heard that, but focused your attention on something else. Finding another weapon. Didn't you materialise the knife earlier? Surely you could repeat that move.

"My love for you...it's more than just obsession." Freddy commented casually, not noticing a knife appear in your back pocket.

"Oh yeah? Then what is it? Possession?" You kept your tone placid; your hand slowly reaching for the knife.

"A bit. But you just excite me so - even holding you close is intoxicating. And thinking of all the things I could do to you...let's just say you constantly run through my mind~" He devilishly grinned.

"The feeling isn't mutual." You murmured, gripping the knife with a firm hand.

"Oh it will be. Very soon. In the meantime-" You interrupted his triumphant reply as you slammed the knife into his hand - shoving him away.

He cursed and you took the opportunity to plunge the knife into his stomach, pleased by his irritated expression. You knew it wouldn't kill him - you'd learnt that from when you stabbed him the last time, via the pole. Instead, you turned on your heel and fled; the old factory appearing around you.

Your feet smacked across the metal panelling, steam leaking from the pipes as you gripped the railings - trying to get distance between you and him. The factory glowed a vibrant red, the atmosphere dark and deadly whilst you ran. The tension thickened with each minute that ticked past, your heart hammering as you knew deep down that you hadn't escaped.

But then you stopped running, your breath catching in your throat. Why? Because Freddy was blocking your path, his face unreadable for once. Shit. He scratched the railing with his right hand, the steely finger blades producing a sharp screech from the metal rail.

You backed away, shaking a little due to your adrenaline and slight fear. The killer tutted as he held the bloody pocketknife between two fingers, twirling it carelessly. He then tossed it towards you, snickering when you jumped.

"Sorry to be blunt, but you butchered that hit. It was a stab in the dark if you ask me." Freddy joked darkly.

"L-Leave me alone." Your voice shook a little, but you were determined not to show how intimidated you were.

"W-Was that a-a little stutter I h-heard? How cute." He jeered and took another step towards you.

"Shut up. Fuck off. Get away from me." Your power acted up - bending the rails to show your anxiety.

"You've got nowhere to go, kitten. It's all over." The slasher smirked as he advanced, victory flowing through his voice.

"No. It's not. Sorry to cut it short." You used your power to push a part of the railing away - revealing the long fall to the floor.

"You wouldn't survive that kind of drop, sorry sweets." His predatory smile widened.

"I wasn't planning on it. So long~" You gave a faint smile before gracefully walking off the edge; plummeting to your death.