Hi there! This is my first Fanfic. Like, ever. However I am open to reviews and critiques! This is very much in progress, but I am active in my writing and my other projects are currently on Hiatus so this is my only open thing to work on. Expect prompt postings. This is a Freddy Krueger x my OC. The pairing should be...interesting. If you are a minor, please use caution. This is a mature story. Reader discretion advised?

I do not own Freddy Krueger, or other titles affiliated with the NOES franchise. All rights go to respected owners.

I do however, own my OC and Lore I took from my own published work, Profaned Malediction. All rights reserved. Thank you and I do hope you like it! This is just the intro, chapter one is coming very shortly.

Preface

The Darkest of the Dark

His body lie still, his eyes open yet no signs of life came forward. Around him the world was stagnate; shifting colors ever so slightly from black nothingness to the occasional dancing shadows of orange flames. He was recessed inside of his mind, behind the blank stare was a myriad of deadly hatred and rage consumed only by himself. Death. Un-death, blood, and death again. Though what he was couldn't ever really be called death; he figured this blank absence of anything was close enough. He had lost his power, his reputable strength and now could do nothing but relive all of those memories he wanted so badly to forget. Every day and night, if there was such a thing down here, he'd start from the beginning. His slow dip into criminal insanity, the way the softness of a child's skin made him itch to slice it off. The way their innocence gave him power without fail, their silent screams of death as he'd plunge his blades through their tiny bodies. His life was so good before he'd been caught. But then his thoughts would move forward, the feeling of ecstasy gone. And then the memories turned, the sight of his surroundings lighting up in flames as flaming bottles crashed through the windows. He remembered trying to claw his way through a solid wall, the skin on his fingers shredding away and bleeding as he desperately tried to get out. Then the pain; the unimaginable, excruciating pain of being burned alive. His flesh cracking and blistering, bubbling and popping as the flames licked up and down his body. The skin in his mouth and his throat smoldered as the fire encased him completely, his eyes seeming to boil as he breathed that poisonous smoke. He remembers how he screamed. That terrible proclamation of death. And then the pain stopped. Probably because his nerves were fried, but nonetheless, it stopped. He couldn't see, he just lay there as the blackness of death took him over. The flames seemed to be comforting now. The slow slip into numbness. Silence. Death.

The only thing to fear, is fear himself.

Freddy Krueger was plunged into purgatory, sentenced to relive all of the terrible things his life had consisted of. He'd never be able to have the satisfaction of killing again, and that was a worse punishment. That was, until, the soldiers of Hell came with a proposition.

With his pledge of...allegiance, you could say; he was promised the power of a dream demon. A soldier of evil, with the ability to have his revenge. And revenge, he did have. His slaying of the Elm Street kids through their dreams made an impressive mark in the material world. Oh, how he had so loved every second of it! Those terrified Elm Street bitches, drowning in their own blood by his blades. He even began to think being dead was even better than being alive. He'd always come back, after the brightest light bulb in the box found a way to seal him off. It was the Hypnocil, ultimately, that put him between a rock and a hard place. Hypnocil was everywhere now. Little bits of it scattered into the daily medications people bought every day; cold medicine, vaccines, pain killers and headache relief. He'd thought he would have a comeback when those dreadful movies were made. But the doctors of Springwood were one step ahead with the fucking Hypnocil. It covered all of the Elm Street descendants and their acquaintances. No one remembered who he was, what he really did, and no one feared him. Apparently, movie-induced fear of a man in makeup acting on screen didn't count. So here he was, stuck, in the dark abyss of his mind. Little did he know, though, that a certain someone was accidentally going to set things right. And bring back those little bad dreams that suddenly seem just a tad too real.