The night was as dark as ink.
The clock hands had already reached one in the morning.
It was late—well past the hour when most people would be fast asleep.
But would tonight be a peaceful night?
Barrry didn't know.
In the pitch-black darkness, he kept training, pushing himself relentlessly, refusing to rest.
His soul pulsed at a specific frequency, sending invisible ripples through the void.
A thread made of pure faith connected him to something far away—the stone statue at Crystal Lake.
Ever since that trip to Crystal Lake, the Oga Ultraman statue had become a must-visit spot for the locals.
Its creation was tied to both the resurrection and the fall of the killer who haunted the town.
And when some people swam down to the lakebed and saw Jason's massive heart—still beating slowly under the water—their fear and awe grew even stronger.
Without that statue keeping him sealed away, how would the townsfolk ever sleep peacefully again?
The memories of slaughter—one after another—couldn't just be erased.
Even changing the town's name hadn't helped.
But then came the statue—a symbol of salvation right before their eyes.
So the choice was obvious: the statue must be revered!
That stone figure, forged from the straw remains of Barrry's old body, had become an object of quiet prayer.
The townspeople prayed to it, hoping it would forever suppress the Crystal Lake killer, keeping him from rising again.
And as long as the incident remained part of the town's collective memory—at least for another decade—their faith would flow endlessly into the Oga Ultraman statue, which in turn resonated with Barrry's own spirit.
Now, even when Barrry simply lay in bed, his power grew stronger in his sleep.
But that wasn't enough for him.
He was in his prime—too full of energy to just lie around. He needed to train harder.
Tonight, he was going to pull an all-nighter.
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Meanwhile...
In the hospital's psychiatric ward, Kristen sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard. It was already late, but she hadn't gone to sleep.
Under the soft glow of the lamp, she was sketching—a picture of an old wooden cabin.
But staying up too late was never good, especially for someone like Kristen, who already struggled with insomnia.
As she drew, her eyelids grew heavy. Her focus wavered, her body slowly relaxing. She was moments away from drifting off.
Her drawing was nearly finished—just a few final touches...
Creak—!
A strange sound came from the door, and Kristen snapped to alertness.
No one was there. The door had opened by itself, though the air was perfectly still.
In the silence, she could hear everything—the faint hum of the light, the soft rustle of her sheets. Her heart pounded so hard it nearly reached her throat.
Jingle, jingle!
A faint bell chimed.
A shadow stretched across the floor—its owner was a small tricycle.
Kristen froze. She recognized it immediately. It was the same one from her dream.
So she was dreaming again?
The tricycle's pedals began to move on their own, dragging long, dark streaks of blood across the floor.
Panicking, Kristen backed up toward the wall, inching slowly toward the door.
The tricycle began to steam, its metal body glowing red-hot and melting out of shape. Then, from within the warped frame, came the scream of a child.
Before she realized it, Kristen had stumbled out into the hallway—
And in the blink of an eye, the world shifted.
She was back inside that same old, eerie cabin.
Desperately, she banged on the door, but it wouldn't budge—it was like trying to punch through solid stone.
She had no choice but to give up.
Moonlight leaked faintly through the cracks in the window. Kristen found herself standing before a dining table.
A roasted pig lay on a silver platter. Beside it were several bottles of champagne.
The buzzing of invisible flies filled her ears.
Then the pig turned its head.
Snort!
The sound made Kristen jump out of her skin. She bolted, running through the dark house without direction.
Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of air sent her heart racing.
Then—suddenly—the light behind her flickered on.
Kristen froze. Something wet and sticky squished beneath her bare feet.
She looked down—she was standing on a blood-soaked carpet.
The rug began to bulge upward, as though something massive was crawling underneath it—racing straight toward her.
Kristen screamed and stumbled back.
Then, with a horrible crack, the thing under the carpet burst into the wall. Plaster exploded everywhere, chunks flying as the light bulb overhead popped and rained sparks.
In seconds, chaos consumed the room.
A massive, black-scaled serpent erupted from the floor, its enormous jaws swallowing Kristen's legs whole.
The snake had a distorted human face—smiling wickedly as it devoured her inch by inch.
The terror was unbearable. Kristen's mind cracked under the horror.
In her final moment of despair, she screamed out the name of the only person she trusted.
"Nancy!"
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Nancy, who had taken a special sleep medication designed to prevent dreams, was deep in her slumber when she suddenly heard Kristen's voice calling out to her.
A wave of dizziness hit her—then darkness.
She was pulled straight into Kristen's dream.
The private link mode was now active.
With that single cry, Kristen had used her ability: to pull others into her dreams.
The mirror in the cabin shattered, and a curly-haired woman tumbled out, landing hard on the carpet.
Nancy instantly realized what had happened.
She had entered the nightmare.
Before her loomed the monstrous serpent—Freddy—his slick black body coiling and twisting, his face twisted into an evil grin.
Kristen was already half-swallowed.
Nancy grabbed a shard of the broken mirror and lunged, aiming straight for Freddy's head.
But Freddy moved fast—his tail lashed out, slamming into her legs.
She crashed to the floor, the mirror shard flying from her hand.
Freddy straightened up, his laughter echoing through the dark cabin.
He opened his mouth and spat Kristen out like a rag doll—she flew across the room, knocking into Nancy. The two of them tumbled together to the ground.
"It's you, Nancy," Freddy hissed.
"Oh, God…" Nancy gasped.
That face—burned, scarred, unforgettable.
It was Freddy Krueger.
And he recognized her too. Six years had passed since they last met, but the nightmare was exactly the same.
"Run!" Nancy shouted, panic in her eyes.
But there was nowhere to run.
The only exit was already blocked by Freddy's towering form.
Even if they could fly, there'd be no escaping him.
Freddy's twisted grin stretched wide.
"Hehehe… Nancy," he rasped. "Your friend's been waiting for you."
His black, glistening body twisted and stretched—two long arms grew out, one of them ending in a set of gleaming metal claws.
"Let's see if my claws can find your heart." 💀
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