Her arm currently linked with her boyfriend's, Blossom shifted her gaze over to him as they walked home following one of their dates in the city. Feeling her gaze on him, Brick met her gaze.

"What?"

"Nothing," she replied.

He lifted an eyebrow.

"We've been dating for the last year, babe. You've obviously got something on your mind, so out with it."

She sighed.

"It's probably nothing, but all through our movie date, I haven't been able to shake the feeling that something bad's going to happen tonight."

"Do you know what this something bad is?"

"No."

They soon reached her house and made their way up to the front door before pausing in front of it. They were silent for a few seconds.

"I had a good time tonight."

"Me too."

Their lips inched towards each other and were about to meet, when the front door was opened, making light pour over them and an 'ahem' sound made them move away from each other, widening the distance between their lips. Their gazes both went to the middle aged man standing in the doorframe, a look of disapproval on his face, which caused Blossom to inwardly groan.

"Inside now, young lady."

"Just once, I'd like to kiss my boyfriend good night, dad," she grumbled as she passed him in order to enter the house.

The door was shut in Brick's face the moment his girlfriend had entered the house. He took off from the two story house and headed in the direction of his own house. Inside his girlfriend's house, Blossom angrily met her dad's gaze.

"That was the rudest thing to do, dad!" she exclaimed.

"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady," he replied.

Seated on the couch, both her younger siblings silently watched the unfolding argument. They knew that it wouldn't be good if they stuck around, so they made their way upstairs to the bedroom they all shared. Once they entered their bedroom, Buttercup shut the door, but the volume of the argument going on downstairs rose until it could be heard through the door, but the closed door made the argument be muffled a little.

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After five minutes of arguing with her dad, Blossom angrily made her way up to the second floor and entered the large room she shared with her two younger siblings. They both glanced over at her as she flopped face down onto the twin bed with the pale pink coverlet and remained that way for several moments.

"We could both hear the argument you and dad had downstairs through the closed bedroom door. Things must have been pretty good on your movie date with your boyfriend tonight for the argument to be heated between you and dad, sis," Bubbles added.

Still face down on her bed, the redhead only grunted but didn't move her head to look at her two siblings.

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Later that evening, all four inhabitants of the two story house were sound asleep. Blossom's forehead furrowed slightly as she began dreaming.

Blossom's dream

Presently standing on the landing of a house she wasn't familiar with, the redhead noticed a greenish glow coming from a bedroom that was off to her left, so she approached the bedroom and slowly pushed open the door to see what was causing the greenish glow. She noticed the figure that was lying on the single bed in the room, so she entered the room in order to get a better look at the figure on the bed. As she approached the bed, the figure on the bed suddenly sat upright, making her jump back slightly.

"Wake up before you're unable to," the figure told her.

"What does that mean?" she questioned.

The figure sitting upright on the bed suddenly shifted its gaze to someone who was standing just behind the redhead and off to the side a little bit, so the redhead also turned to see who it was that the figure was staring at. She noticed the man standing a short distance away from her, a razor garbed glove on one hand.

"How sweet. Another new victim for me to kill," the man said.

"W-Who are you?"

"My victims refer to me as Freddy," he replied before lifting the razor garbed glove and raking it across Blossom's forearm.

The pain that radiated through her arm caused her to wake up screaming, which in turn made both her younger siblings to also wake up and Bubbles switched on one of the two lamps on her night table.

"What is it? What happened?" she asked.

"I was having a strange dream and a sudden rush of pain shot through my arm," the redhead replied.

It was at that moment that they all noticed the blood that streamed from the gash on Blossom's forearm.

"That wasn't there when I went to sleep," she said.

"It looks like a razor slash to me. What exactly did you dream about?"

The redhead recounted the events of her dream as the blonde cleaned off the gash before wrapping it in some gauze and securing the gauze.

"Right before I woke up from the pain, the man in my dream said his name was Freddy."

She noticed the look of slight alarm and worry her two siblings gave each other at the mention of the name of the man in her dream.

"Did you just say the man in your dream was named Freddy?" Bubbles asked.

"Yes. Both of you are acting like you're scared of one man."

"If you knew what Freddy's capable of, you'd be scared of him too. He makes all the villains we've encountered over the years pale in comparison when it comes to being evil," Buttercup added.