Heyla! I'm writing this story at request from my friend who asked me to
write her a Freddy Krueger story. Hope you like it Angie! Please read and
review! Oh, and I don't own anything but myself. And Angie owns herself.
Who's Nightmare?
Chapter 1: Freddy Movie Marathon
Angie returned the DVD to its case, which she then placed back on its shelf before pulling out the next one and starting it up. She walked back to the couch bed and flopped down as her friend Kim walked back into the room, clutching two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos.
"Which one we on now?" Kim asked, tossing Angie one of the bags.
"Five," Angie responded, hitting play and tearing open her Doritos bag. "Can you see what time it is?"
Kim leaned over the edge of the bed to peer at the clock. "Almost ten." She smirked suddenly. "The movies will be over sometime around, say, four."
Angie snickered. "Hope you don't have to get up tomorrow."
"I don't," Kim responded nonchalantly, pulling over her sketch pad. Angie snorted and pulled over her own drawing supplies. She was drawing a scene from the Freddy movie they had just finished watching, adding herself into the picture.
"This is my second favorite of the lot," Kim said suddenly a little later, pointing her pencil at the screen. Angie didn't pay attention. She was too busy ogling Freddy, who had just come onscreen. Kim glanced over at her unresponding friend, snorted and rolled her eyes, and returned her attention to her drawing.
They finished the fifth and sixth movie, and Angie went to put in the seventh. Kim glanced over and raised her eyebrows.
"We're actually watching that one? I thought you hated number 7."
"But it's a Freddy movie," Angie pointed out.
Kim shrugged. "And your point is? It's a BAD Freddy movie." Then she shrugged. "Oh well, put it in. At least we can say that we watched every Freddy movie ever made in one night."
Angie laughed and started it up. After the seventh they watched Freddy vs. Jason, while yawning fit to crack their faces. They finished that one sometime after five. Angie shut down the system and returned the DVD to its case, which she admired fondly for another minute before returning to its shelf.
She returned to the bed to pile her art supplies on the floor. Kim had already done so with hers, and was settling herself comfortably into her side of the bed, surrounded by stuffed animals. Angie shook her head. Her friend had never grown out of those. She settled herself into bed, then snapped out the light.
"I still say the first one is the best one," Kim muttered sleepily.
"You just like that one because of Johnny Depp," Angie accused. She heard an affirmative snicker from her friend.
"Yeah, I do. But even without him the original is the best one."
"Anything with Freddy in it is good," Angie said firmly.
"He's all yours," Kim said over a yawn. "Sweet dreams. Go dream of Freddy."
Angie smirked. Freddy Krueger. Her dream demon. "Good night," she called to her friend, but Kim didn't respond. She was already asleep. Angie shut her eyes and followed suit.
Cool! Chapter one is done. It's really short I know, but I'll try to make the next few chapters longer. Anyway, please read and review.
Who's Nightmare?
Chapter 1: Freddy Movie Marathon
Angie returned the DVD to its case, which she then placed back on its shelf before pulling out the next one and starting it up. She walked back to the couch bed and flopped down as her friend Kim walked back into the room, clutching two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos.
"Which one we on now?" Kim asked, tossing Angie one of the bags.
"Five," Angie responded, hitting play and tearing open her Doritos bag. "Can you see what time it is?"
Kim leaned over the edge of the bed to peer at the clock. "Almost ten." She smirked suddenly. "The movies will be over sometime around, say, four."
Angie snickered. "Hope you don't have to get up tomorrow."
"I don't," Kim responded nonchalantly, pulling over her sketch pad. Angie snorted and pulled over her own drawing supplies. She was drawing a scene from the Freddy movie they had just finished watching, adding herself into the picture.
"This is my second favorite of the lot," Kim said suddenly a little later, pointing her pencil at the screen. Angie didn't pay attention. She was too busy ogling Freddy, who had just come onscreen. Kim glanced over at her unresponding friend, snorted and rolled her eyes, and returned her attention to her drawing.
They finished the fifth and sixth movie, and Angie went to put in the seventh. Kim glanced over and raised her eyebrows.
"We're actually watching that one? I thought you hated number 7."
"But it's a Freddy movie," Angie pointed out.
Kim shrugged. "And your point is? It's a BAD Freddy movie." Then she shrugged. "Oh well, put it in. At least we can say that we watched every Freddy movie ever made in one night."
Angie laughed and started it up. After the seventh they watched Freddy vs. Jason, while yawning fit to crack their faces. They finished that one sometime after five. Angie shut down the system and returned the DVD to its case, which she admired fondly for another minute before returning to its shelf.
She returned to the bed to pile her art supplies on the floor. Kim had already done so with hers, and was settling herself comfortably into her side of the bed, surrounded by stuffed animals. Angie shook her head. Her friend had never grown out of those. She settled herself into bed, then snapped out the light.
"I still say the first one is the best one," Kim muttered sleepily.
"You just like that one because of Johnny Depp," Angie accused. She heard an affirmative snicker from her friend.
"Yeah, I do. But even without him the original is the best one."
"Anything with Freddy in it is good," Angie said firmly.
"He's all yours," Kim said over a yawn. "Sweet dreams. Go dream of Freddy."
Angie smirked. Freddy Krueger. Her dream demon. "Good night," she called to her friend, but Kim didn't respond. She was already asleep. Angie shut her eyes and followed suit.
Cool! Chapter one is done. It's really short I know, but I'll try to make the next few chapters longer. Anyway, please read and review.