DREAM MASTERS

DISCLAIMER

This is merely what I think would've happened in Dream Master had Nancy survived part 3 and is not related to my other Nightmare fics. Starts out the same, but I'll try to make it as different as possible. I'm not sure when the actual film was supposed to take place in context to Dream Warriors, but for this fic, it's been a year. By this time, Neil and Nancy have been reinstated at Westin Hills. Story contains some language. I also plan to explore the reason Joey stopped talking in NOES 3, as well as his family relationship, which I'm making up since we didn't really get to see much of it in NOES 4 and may be AU in terms of what we did see. Belongs to Wes Craven and New Line Cinema and there may be some references to NOES 3.

PROLOGUE: BLAND DREAM

Kristen Parker walked up to the house, a feeling of apprehension washing over her. She hated this place, but she had to go in. As she walked up the drive, she suddenly noticed a little girl.

"Hello," the teen greeted.

"Hello," the girl answered.

"Where is he?" the older girl wondered. The girl giggled.

"I don't know," she said. Without warning, it began to rain. Kristen let out confused and frightened gasps, and headed for the house. As she did so, she suddenly heard a familiar chorus.

One, two, Freddy's coming for you.

Three, four, better lock your door.

Five, six, grab your crucifix.

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late.

Nine, ten, never sleep again.

Kristen gasped and took off running. However, she continually found herself in the same room. Meanwhile, Roland Kincaid and Joey Crusel had just paid for their movie tickets and were walking into the theaters.

"Kincaid, I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Joey complained, as they sat down. He winced slightly when his right arm connected with the chair, but didn't say a word.

"Oh, come on, man. It's a special midnight showing of the remake of The Blob. How could we pass it up?" Kincaid retorted.

"Okay, maybe it's a big deal, but I could be at home in bed right now," Joey told him, leaning back in his seat, trying to ignore the pain that radiated from his right shoulder.

"As well you both should be. It's a school night," a voice from behind them reproached. Jumping slightly, Joey and Kincaid turned to see Nancy Thompson, a doctor at Westin Hills.

"Oh. Hey, Nancy," Joey greeted.

"I suppose I don't have to ask what you're both doing here," Nancy stated.

"Hey, the previews looked good," Kincaid defended himself. The credits for the movie started. The trio hunkered down in their seats to enjoy the movie. The movie had barely started when Joey felt his eyes drooping. He jerked awake and tried to focus on the screen. Beside him, Nancy was having the same problem. She yawned.

"Long day?" Joey questioned sleepily.

"No one had any nightmares, but Dr. Simms was pushing me pretty hard," Nancy responded.

"Yeah, well, she's a b---" Joey began to say.

"Watch your language," Nancy interrupted before he could even get the word out. Kincaid glanced at his friends. He scoffed when he saw their closed eyes.

"Posers," he said, making himself even more comfortable. Halfway into the movie, however, he find himself also closing his eyes. Kristen gasped as she once again came into the same room. What the heck is going on? She wondered. There was a loud rapping sound, which soon filled the entire house.

"Nancy! Joey! Kincaid! I need you!" Kristen shouted. With simultaneous gasps, Nancy's, Joey's, and Kincaid's eyes all popped open, and the trio flew backwards. The first one to appear was Kincaid. By this time, the rapping had subsided.

"Dang it, Kristen! Not again!" Kincaid complained.

"Sorry, Kincaid," Kristen apologized. "Stick close," she continued. With a sigh, the boy followed his friend. A hand reached out and clasped Kristen's shoulder. With a gasp, she turned around.

"Joey," she sighed in relief. "For a minute there, I thought you were---"

"Who, Freddy?" Joey interrupted harshly as Nancy came up behind them. "Kristen, it's been a year. He's dead. Give it a rest," he continued.

"I'm not so sure," Kristen said. Joey saw the fright in her eyes and took pity on her. "Kristen, come here. Come with us," he continued, his voice softening. He took her by the hand and led her down a familiar hall.

"The pipes, the boiler---they're both cold," he told her. "Feel it," he encouraged, moving her hand towards the metal. Kristen tried to keep her hand away, but Joey was adamant. Kristen's hand touched cool metal. "See? Safe as houses," he assured her.

"Kristen, what makes you believe he's coming back?" Nancy questioned.

"I can't really explain it. It---it's just a feeling," Kristen answered.

"Great. Terrific. So you keep draggin' us in here because of a feeling?" Kincaid asked angrily.

"Roland," Nancy admonished. Joey got a look of apprehension on his face. Nancy was one of the few adults who actually adhered to Kincaid's wish of his first name not being used, so when she did call him Roland, you knew he was in trouble. "Look, we all obviously need to talk. Let's just wait until we're all awake," the woman suggested.

"Yeah, okay," the boys agreed.

"Kristen?" Nancy asked.

"Okay," Kristen agreed. "You three wake up," she commanded, sending them away with a flick of her wrist. With a gasp, the trio awoke.