A Nightmare on Elm Street: Playtime's Over

Chapter 1 - The Return

Disclaimer: New Line Cinema is the owner of A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, and Universal Pictures is the owner of the Child's Play franchise (excluding the 2019 MGM remake).

Author's Note: If the wording in this story seems a little off, I apologize... this is actually a remake of a story I posted on here, but I deleted that since it was never completed, and I couldn't find any of the original stuff I wrote down.

So, with all that being said, I hope you enjoy this story.

Freddy Krueger: [narrating] My children... from the very beginning, it was the children who gave me my power. The Springwood Slasher, that's what they called me. My reign of terror was legendary. Dozens of children would fall by my blades.

Then the parents of Springwood came for me, taking justice into their own hands.

When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty, but after they killed me, I became something much, much worse. The stuff nightmares are made of.

The children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams, and that's when the fun REALLY began.

Until they figured out a way to forget about me… To erase me completely!

Being dead wasn't a problem, but being forgotten, now that's a BITCH. I can't come back if nobody remembers me! I can't come back if nobody's afraid!

I had to search the bowels of Hell, but I had found someone, someone who'd make 'em remember. He'd get the blood, but I would get the glory, and that fear was my ticket home.

But, did my plan go as smooth as I wanted it to? No, it did not!

That hockey bastard kept killing and killing, and to make things worse, right when I was so close to getting rid of Jason once and for all... a pretty woman named Lori Campbell and her boyfriend let that fuckin' hockey bitch chop off my damn head!

However... I re-escaped Hell, and I'm looking for another person... someone who, unlike Jason, will listen to me, no matter what... I'll get my revenge on those who made my life hell, and life on Elm Street will become a nightmare! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Looking at the time on his wristwatch (11:30pm), Andy Barclay let out a yawn and began to head out of his office, having already concluded his business with his last patient for the night.

"You'd think they would tell you about all this stuff in med school," said the young man, now entering the lobby of the hospital.

But before going towards the exit, he stopped to look at the receptionist's desk, where a young woman - dressed in blue jeans and a green tank top - was sitting and laying face-down by the computer.

A warm smile growing on his face, Andy went over to her, and tried to gently shake her awake.

It took a few minutes, but then, she suddenly sat up, as if she'd just had something bad happen to her in her dream.

"Whitney?" asked Andy, looking concerned. "You okay?"

"Yeah, no, I'm fine, Dr. Vincent," replied Whitney, shaking her head to fully wake herself. "Just haven't gotten much sleep."

"From working here?" chuckled Andy, taking a look around the main lobby.

She smiled, but shook her head. "No, just... flashes of certain memories pop up whenever I do sleep... ones that I don't wanna remember."

"Oh... I know what that's like," replied Andy, nodding and giving a small smile. "I've had moments like those, too, and it basically just makes me drowsy for almost the entire day."

Whitney chuckled, and said, "Well, I'm pretty sure you and I both have completely different memories, Dr. Vincent."

"You can just call me 'Andy', Whitney," said the young doctor. "I've worked with you for almost three years. We're friends by now, aren't we?"

The young woman chuckled, and nodded. "Yeah, we are... Andy... so, you, uh, heading home, too?"

"Actually, yeah, I am," replied Andy. "I could give you a ride, too, if you want... that way you don't got to wait for that stupid bus to show up."

Whitney smirked, shaking her head before raising an eyebrow. "It's not that stupid, at least it gets me here on time... besides, I'm only waiting till my car's done being fixed at the shop. I'll be driving again in a few days."

"Well, come on, then," said Andy, continuing to be polite towards her. "I don't want you all alone in this place, 'specially during October."

Getting up from her chair, Whitney began grabbing her purse and other belongings. "Well, look who's a gentleman... oh, damn it, I hate it when it falls down there..."

Andy, who'd been checking the messages and emails on his phone, looked up towards her, and was about to reply back when he noticed her bending down, trying to search for something that had fallen under the desk.

"Andy? You okay?" asked Whitney, unable to see that he was staring at her ass.

Unable to speak, Andy kept looking at her jean-covered behind, a sexual feeling moving throughout his entire body.

"Andy?"

"Huh? Y-yeah, no, I'm... fine..." Andy shook his head, and went back to his phone. "You ready now?"

Sitting up straight, Whitney nodded, and said, "Yeah, let's go."

So, the two of them began to head out of the hospital building, and walking towards Andy's convertible car.

"Hey, um..." said the doctor, before entering the vehicle. "If you don't mind, I have a spare room over at my place... if you want to stay over..."

Whitney smirked, raising an eyebrow. "So you can look at my ass some more?"

Andy's face quickly started to turn red. "T-that was... I-I didn't think... y-you, ah..."

He started getting nervous as she walked over to him, still smirking, and then, she said, "We've known each other for three years, Andy, and this is your way of asking me out?"

"I-I-I..." replied a nervous Andy, but then, he stopped when Whitney suddenly gave him a kiss, instantly relaxing him.

Once she pulled away, he said, "Uh... thanks?"

"You're welcome," smiled Whitney, now going inside his car.

Andy blinked a few times, still a little bit shocked at what just happened, but decided to just relax, so after getting in the car, and turning it on, he started driving away from the hospital, and towards the apartment complex he lived at that was only several miles away.

"You okay there, hot shot?" asked Whitney, still smiling.

Andy nodded his head, still trying to relax. "Yeah, I'm fine... just that my... idea... of asking you to be my girlfriend wasn't like this at all."

"Is that why it took three years?" chuckled the young woman.

Andy began to laugh. "Well, not exactly... I just had some... stuff that I needed to take care of with my mom and dad..."

"Well, next time," said Whitney. "Just go ahead and ask me. I was waiting for you to do it anyway."

Andy looked at her in surprise. "How long?"

"Pretty much since the first year had passed," replied Whitney.

Andy began to feel a little embarrassed. "Oh... well, I... holy shit!"

Stepping on the brakes as fast as he could, Andy's car stopped at the red light, but he was able to avoid hitting a pedestrian who had been crossing the street.

"You okay?" asked Andy, looking over at Whitney, who nodded her head.

After the pedestrian had reached the other side of the street, and the stop light went to green, Andy drove on, and after a few more minutes of conversation with Whitney, he entered the apartment complex, headed to his garage to park his car, and then, after walking up the stairs, they had finally entered his apartment.

"Okay, so you can-" began Andy, but before he could finish talking, Whitney stopped him - again - by kissing him passionately.

When she pulled away, Andy said, "I should stop talking, huh?"

Whitney smirked, and said, "Took you long enough..."

Andy grinned, and they began going to the nearest bedroom, her arms around his neck while his hands started groping her ass.

Could my life get any better?

Meanwhile, outside of the building his apartment was in, the same cloaked pedestrian that Andy had almost ran over was now standing near his vehicle, looking up at the window that he knew belonged to the young man.

"Looks like I've found the first two children I need," chuckled the mysterious figure. "It's too bad, though... all those wasted days of being that girl's boyfriend, and their lives are going to soon be over..."

Then, he turned his attention to the building across from Andy's, and let out another dark chuckle as he began walking towards it. "But first, I have an overdue visit to attend to..."

Lori?" mumbled Will, having been woken up by his wife, who was also awake. "What is it?"

The 37-year-old woman, sitting up in their bed, said, "I'm sorry, honey, I just... suddenly felt afraid..."

"You have a bad dream or something?" asked Will, a little concerned now.

Lori replied, "I don't... remember... but I just felt something that made me feel... afraid..."

Then, suddenly, her face began to grow pale. "And then... I saw the lake... the fire... that face..."

"Hey, hey, hey, Lori, look at me," exclaimed Will, turning Lori to face him. "He's gone, okay? It's been twelve years since that happened..."

Seeing that she still looked afraid, Will simply held Lori in his arms as warm and tight as possible, saying, "He's never coming back, Lori, I promise... you and I are going to live as long as we possibly can, and die hopefully around age one hundred or something... okay?"

Lori sighed, and nodded her head, about to speak when suddenly, they heard a young voice cry out, "Mommy?"

Will smiled, and said, "Go on, she must've sensed that you were awake... it's your turn, anyway."

Rolling her eyes, but letting out a smile, Lori got out of the bed, and walked to their daughter's room, where the 5-year-old little girl was wrapping herself tightly with her blanket.

"You okay, Mommy?" asked Heather, their only child. "You don't look so good."

Sitting next to her on the bed, Lori smiled as she ruffled her daughter's hair a little. "I'm fine, sweetie... Mommy just had a... bad dream."

Looking around her bed, Heather reached towards one of her favorite stuffed animals, and handed it to her. "You want to sleep with Mister Rhino? He keeps me safe in my dreams."

Lori smiled, and said, "Sure, honey... I'd love to..."

Kissing the little stuffed rhino's forehead, Lori looked back at Heather, and said, "Well, I'd love to talk with you more, sweetie, but it's a little late for that, so how about after you come back from Grandpa's tomorrow?"

"Okay, great," smiled Heather. "You really do look tired, though, Mommy..."

"I'll be fine," replied Lori. "Just get some sleep, okay?"

Heather nodded her head. and as she went back to sleep, Lori kissed her forehead before going back to her room with Will, who was getting ready to head back to bed.

"How is she?" asked Will.

Getting under the bed's blankets, Lori said, "She's fine, just had a bad dream. Also gave me this little guy to keep me safe."

She was referring to Baby Rhino, which was currently sitting in Lori's lap.

Will chuckled, and said, "Well, I guess you have double protection, then..."

Lori smiled, and kissed her husband on the lips before they went back to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, the cloaked figure was looking at both of the bedroom doors.

"A daughter, huh?" thought the mysterious man. "I wasn't expecting this..."

He then frowned. "This certainly... changes things... but not all of it..."

As he began fading away into thin air, the cloaked figure whispered, "I will have my revenge on you, Lori... even if it means spending all eternity in Hell!"