now one of pure, unadulterated hate. His tone was darker and angrier, his eyes were bloodshot and white.

"I want to send that little ginger whore friend of yours a message, THAT NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME, AND I'LL KILL EVERYONE YOU BOTH LOVE... AWAKE OR ASLEEP, I'LL STAND OVER YOUR CORPSES!"

before quickly slicking through his shirt and into his flesh. The Springwood Slasher belted out another maniacal laugh, relishing within the horrific and painful act that he was inflicting upon him. His smile faded into an angry, cruel and rotten tooth baring sneer. His gleeful burned visage was-

against the wall of his boiler room, a throaty and dark chuckle bubbled from him as the air within the establishment grew heavy and icy. The red light of the hallway beamed down on the both of them, the boiler droned on while the dream demon slowly moved the index blade closer to Richie's sternum-

filled ones, giving him a rotten toothed grin. The Springwood Slasher flicked up his index blade of his gloved hand, he'll make a visit to Hatchetfield once everything within his plan was done and over with, new place to visit and new people to kill and new souls to consume. He slammed Richie up-

"Well looks like that's not happening, little piggy.."

Freddy retorts, another throaty dark chuckle bubbled from him. His burning red eyes were locked on her as he gave her a sinister, rotten toothed and taunting grin.

"Oh, most of them do..."

Freddy quipped, the dream demon chuckled darkly while his gloved hand twitched.

and suffering, just like he was relishing within Richie's fear at this very moment. His tone was dark, cold and sinister.

"Tell you what, I want you to send a little message for a friend of yours..... She's someone I've been trying to hunt down, too..."

Freddy quips, the dream demon grinned.

his gloved hand twitched, the boiler room's air grew thicker and more icy as another snide laugh bubbled from him. The Springwood Slasher has heard it all, kids and teens bargaining and trying to reason with him. Trying to appeal to his good side, but it always ended the same. He enjoys their fear-

king of nightmares for nothing, the boiler room's hallway extended back from Richie as Freddy's cackle reverberated throughout the hellish landscape. His burning red eyes, were locked onto him before he swung again at him with his glove after teleporting to his left.

"SLOWING DOWN THERE, PIGGY?!"

demon was the boss. Within this world, he was the one in control and no one else was. This was his world, a world that he had mastered and turned into his palace. Yes, the dream demon's aware that there are other beings similar to him but he was a god of the dream world. They never called him the-

towards him after bringing it back from the pipes. His red eyes were glowing brighter than earlier while his grin faded into a seething look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

within the anxiety within Richie that boiled like a pot, which never ceases to give the dream demon joy any time he goes after a new soul or more. The Springwood Slasher could tell that he was afraid, easily read it on his face and within his eyes. He wasn't going to let up as he snapped his glove-

pipes, placing all four blades on his glove onto the pipes before dragging them across as the dream demon began creeping towards him. Followed by the ear-grating sound of metal on metal as the four knives went across the pipes, which reverberated through the place. The Springwood Slasher relished-