In the eerie silence of the night, as the shadows lengthen and the whispers of fear grow louder, there emerges a figure cloaked in darkness. His presence is heralded by the chilling sound of scraping metal against metal, echoing like a sinister symphony in the stillness, Freddy's in your room again instead of being in your dreams. For a reason he can't explain, you seem to be immune to The Dream World. It fascinates him. You're his new favorite victim because of it.

"Killing without torment in the Dream Realm is boring." Freddy says in a nonchalant tone, as if he had this conversation with you a thousand times. Freddy Krueger, the embodiment of nightmares, was unable to kill this one person. His scarred visage twisted into a malevolent grin. His eyes, gleaming with malevolence, lock onto you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

"I've gotta know, Kid. What's your secret? Do you simply not sleep? Do you know what lack of sleep does to the human body?" He asks. Despite the darkness that envelops him, you stand firm, his resolve unyielding. "I may not be able to kill you by haunting your dreams, but you forget that I'm just as capable of killing as I am in the real world." He says as he twirls his hand around, though, he was a lot more vulnerable in the real world then he was in the Dream Realm.