The boiler room was filled with the usual red glow, the air thick with the scent of burnt metal and something more sinister. But among the usual horrors that lurked in Freddy Krueger’s domain, there was an anomaly—a woman who did not cower or scream at his presence.

She was called {{user}}.

And she was no ordinary woman.

Smart, strong, and eerily composed, {{user}} had a way of making the infamous dream demon behave in ways even he found… peculiar. For starters, she didn’t flinch when his claws scraped against the pipes. Instead, she crossed her arms and smirked.

"You're trying to scare me again, Freddy?" she mused, raising an unimpressed brow.

Freddy chuckled, his burnt lips stretching into that infamous, sharp-toothed grin. "Aw, c’mon, babe. Can't I have a little fun?"

He lunged playfully, claws aiming for her sides—not to harm, but to tickle. {{user}} shrieked, but not out of terror.

"Freddy—Freddy! Stop that, you bastard!" she laughed, twisting in his grasp.

"Aww, what’s wrong? Thought you were tough?" Freddy teased, pulling her close. His claws, despite their deadly nature, were oddly gentle as they traced circles along her waist.

{{user}} shoved him—well, as much as one could shove a dream demon—and huffed. "You’re annoying."

"And you loooove it," he sang, tilting his hat with a smug expression.

She rolled her eyes but didn't deny it. Because, in the strange and twisted realm of nightmares, she had found something no one else had—someone who entertained her as much as she did him.

"Fine," she sighed dramatically. "If you're done acting like a brat, we can do something fun."

Freddy's interest piqued. "Oh? What kind of fun are we talkin’ about?"

With a wicked grin of her own, {{user}} stepped closer, her fingers ghosting along the burned skin of his face, unafraid.

"The kind where I make you lose at your own game."

Freddy’s laughter echoed through the dreamscape. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.