The patients helped up Will, the man in the wheelchair, who was still shaken. Barry stepped into the middle of a dimly lit corridor.
He faced what looked like a solid wall, then, as if opening an invisible door, gave it a light push. The wall moved aside, revealing a hidden passage.
Barry, meanwhile, was giving Will a dose of tough love.
"Stop whining. We're on the clock. So your leg's broken—big deal. Use your willpower and push through it!"
Will clearly wasn't a fan of that pep talk. He shut his eyes and muttered, "I can't do it. I just want my wheelchair."
Not long ago, he'd bragged about being some kind of great magician, claiming he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Now he looked pitiful—what a fall from grace.
"…Useless."
Joey, their good-hearted American friend, took on the job of being a "human wheelchair," hoisting Will onto his back and following Barry forward.
After Barry's wheelchair got wrecked by Freddy's attack, everyone had fallen back into their own sections of the dreamscape.
The shared dream room wasn't gone, but everyone had been separated into different areas, with secret passages still linking them.
Barry's mission was clear: move through those passages, find his scattered teammates, and reunite everyone in the same dream once again.
The surroundings shifted to a dark red hue, filled with the sound of rowdy bar music.
This time, they entered the dream realm of Taryn, the black-haired girl.
Back in her "bad girl" world, Taryn wore a spiked hairstyle, black leather clothes, and dual butterfly knives, ready to face Freddy Krueger head-on.
The fight was fierce and even—neither side giving an inch.
Freddy slashed with his clawed glove, Taryn dodged by a hair's breadth.
He lunged again, grazing her thigh. Furious, Taryn countered, stabbing Freddy right in the armpit.
Freddy taunted her verbally, and in that split second of hesitation, she got hit by a hidden psychic attack. Tiny needle marks on her arm turned into squirming eyes.
Her mental state began to crumble. Freddy's claws transformed into syringes filled with some eerie blue liquid, and as Taryn watched in horror, he plunged them into her body.
By the time Barry and the others arrived, Taryn was already completely gone—lost in delirious euphoria, collapsed among the trash-strewn streets like a discarded corpse.
"Taryn!" Nancy rushed forward, checking on her, only to find Taryn drooling and mumbling nonsense.
"Step aside," Barry said. He placed a hand on her head, crushing her spiky hairstyle flat, and as he made contact, a faint blue glow spread from his palm.
"Ahhhh—!"
There was a reaction—an intense one.
Once vacant and dazed, Taryn suddenly let out a feral scream, twisting and convulsing like a trapped animal.
"What's happening to her? She looks like she's in agony," Nancy asked, worried.
"Nothing to worry about," Barry said calmly. "I just converted her over-the-top euphoria into an equal amount of pain using my unbeatable imagination. Hurts like hell, but at least her brain's back—she won't stay a drooling idiot."
As he spoke, he searched for the next hidden passage.
A few seconds later, another door opened.
Barry stepped through first, followed by Nancy carrying Taryn, and Joey still hauling Will.
…
Late at night, the beat of a party song filled the air.
Kristen sat at her desk, glue stick in hand, staring blankly around the room.
Where was she? Was she even supposed to be here?
Her mind felt foggy, like a heavy mist had clouded her memory.
Why did all of this feel… so familiar?
"Sweetheart, you'll wake the neighbors," her mother said gently as she entered the room, turning off the music. "Why aren't you asleep? It's past one."
Wait—what?
Her mom was never this gentle. Never this patient.
It felt unreal—like a dream.
"I wanted to wait for you to come home," Kristen said, dazed.
"Well, I'm here now. Time for bed." Her mom tucked her in, even giving her a big, warm hug.
It was such a tender moment that Kristen couldn't help but smile and lie back down obediently.
"Mom, I had a terrible nightmare."
She started to tell her mother about it.
But before her mom could respond, something yanked her violently out of the room. A horrifying voice shouted, "Where's the bourbon, huh?!"
Freddy appeared, sharp as ever in his suit and tie, his clawed glove gleaming as he prepared to strike Kristen's mother.
But just as his claws swung down—stab!
They froze midair, a white blade jutting through Freddy's chest.
"Heh-heh-heh! You're quicker this time. Come on then—follow me if you dare. I've got a surprise waiting for you!" Freddy sneered before vanishing again.
"No need for taunts. I'll be there," Barry muttered.
Kristen's mother collapsed, a gaping hole in her chest, blood pouring out—Freddy's attack had pierced them both.
"Mom!" Kristen screamed in terror.
"Don't worry, my friend," Barry said warmly as he stepped over the corpse. "Your mom's fine. Just get some sleep—by tomorrow, you'll have a new one."
The rest of the group joined them soon after.
Now that they had everyone back except for one missing member—the chubby Black kid, Kincaid—they were almost complete.
Once Kristen's memory returned, she realized her mom wasn't really dead, so she quickly joined the team.
This time, Barry didn't need to look for an exit.
It appeared before them—a floating iron door suspended in midair. As it creaked open, a fiery red light poured out, as if a hellish inferno was waiting beyond.
Go in—or stay out?
There was no question. One friend was still missing.
They had to go, no matter how terrifying it was.
They came in together—and they'd leave together.
So they stepped through.
Inside was a spiraling staircase descending deep underground.
Barry led the way, the others following close behind, unwilling to get separated again.
This was it—the final path of the night.
The deeper they went, the more Barry could feel it: Freddy's presence, strong and suffocating.
Freddy had fully taken over the dreamscape, reshaping it into his own perfect domain.
His earlier appearances had just been stalling tactics—designed to harvest one last wave of fear before the final showdown.
Now, he was ready. In this night's dream, Freddy Krueger believed he was the strongest demon, invincible and unstoppable.
The souls of the kids on Elm Street—he meant to take them all.
And Barry's soul? That was part of the prize too.
One Barry, he thought, was worth an entire street full of children.
This night, Freddy intended to become the ultimate nightmare demon.
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