Jason Voorhees Vs Freddy Krueger (Stevethebarbarian)

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Jason Voorhees was tired. Not physically, but mentally. He had been killing for days now, and wanted a break. He lied down, and, despite the fact that, as a zombie, he needed no sleep, went to sleep.

In Jason's dream:

Jason is a child, but still holding the machete and wearing the hockey mask. He is in a small rural home, and is in a hallway with an infinite number of doors lining the walls. At the end of the hall, is his mother's room. He begins to run.

"Mommy!"

"Jason, dear, it's ok. Come here."

Jason runs and runs, but can't get to the end of the hallway, his mother always just a bit out of reach. Then he trips on something.

It is an intestine.

Jason falls and rolls, and when he gets to his feet, he is an adult again, and he looks around. The hall has been replaced by a large open room, the walls of which he can't see on account of lack of lighting. The intestine is still there, though. He pulls it, and pulls it, and when it's owner is pulled to him, he immediately recognizes the face. Ginny Field. She was one of the teens he had first tried to kill, when he had first returned to life.

And now she was dead. It was his dream, but nonetheless, he somehow knew that she had really been killed. And from the telltale slice marks on her chest, he knew exactly who had done it. Krueger.

"That's right, baby! One, two, Freddy's comin' for you! Three, four, better lock your door, SING IT WITH ME!"

Jason turned and saw the hideous face of the man he hated most. Freddy Kruger was the only man who had ever given him a challenge in a fight.

"Oh, you were getting all attatched to your first ever failed kill? My bad. I wasn't. You, on the other hand... heh. This one'll be called- "Jason's Dead: The Final Friday." We'll finally run out of sequels. C'mon, fuckface, don't just stand there, fight me!"

This'll be a fight to remember- Engage!

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