Dream a little nightmare! {Open}

[freddy]

The screech of metal over metal was followed quickly by the thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump of something sharp being thrust into wood and pulled out quickly. Freddy drummed his gloved fingers on the workshop table top and stared at the boiler room wall. He was bored, bored, bored. Didn't anyone sleep in this town any more? It had gotten better since he figured out how to widen his dreamwalking spectrum past just Springwood but he could still only monitor one town at a time and it took effort and locating a sleeper outside of the town he was in, while in a sleeper inside of the town he was currently in to jump for place to place. There were other annoying rules too, like the sleep having to be the natural, non-pharmaceutical aided kind, which was getting harder and harder to come by in this day and age. All and all Freddy Krueger was growing weary of his afterlife prison, fun as it could be some times, it could be just as boring at others.

He was just starting to contemplate the merits of figuring out how to keep someone around for an extended period of time, you know, just for the entertainment value, when he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps and a tentative voice calling out a questioning 'hello' into the darkness. A smile spread across his disfigured face, pulling the reddened, blotchy skin at tight, odd angles and he leap to his feet. The chair he'd been sitting in crashed to the floor with an overly loud clatter and he wondered, as he leaped into the air, his heels touching as he did, if the sound had made his visitor jump in fright.

Reigning in his excitement he slithered in the shadows and all but vanished into the places between the walls. An eerie screech rang through the place as he walked along, toward his next victim, dragging his clawed hand along the pipes behind him.

"One, two, Freddy wants to play a game with you." he growled between the rise and fall of his hand to the pipes. "Three, four, nail you to the floor. Five, six, maybe poke you with sticks. Seven, eight put your intestines on a plate. Nine, ten you'll never wake-up again."

He finished his little song and let out a long, low, rolling bark of maniacal laughter which hung in the air much longer than it should have before dying away. Then he was on his victim, stalking up behind and raising his gloved hand high, his broken, yellowed and mangled teeth visible under his evil grin.

"FREDDY'S GOTCHA!!"

[IANTO JONES]

Not long after arriving, Ianto had realized he was going to need somewhere to stay while here. Jack had been right it seemed, currency was not an issue in this place, this Terra. It had taken little to no time at all to obtain a room for the duration of their stay. A stay that he was uncertain about. Of course he wanted to leave and get back to Cardiff, to his home and work and friends. On the other hand staying here meant getting to see Jack again; even if it was Jack from a year and a half ago, it wasn't all bad. He sighed as he slid on a pair of blue plaid trousers for sleeping. He could think about all that in the morning. He needed to get some rest if he was going to go out and plot out Terra tomorrow. He slid himself under the covers and rolled over onto his stomach.

No sooner had his eyes closed than he found himself opening them again. He stared around himself uncertainly into the darkness. "Hello?" he called out uncertainly. He reached into the back of his slacks and retrieved his gun, holding it out before him and wishing futilely that he had brought a torch with him . Wait when had he changed back into a suit? He could worry about that later. For now he needed to focus on where he was. Perhaps this was a game of sorts: you got dropped off on Terra and then it just kept shifting you around inside the city. . .town. He heard a crashing sound, something falling or being knocked aside, and spun around in the direction he thought he'd heard it coming from: still nothing.

He took a deep breath and moved forward: there was no use waiting around for someone to find him. His eyes scrunched up as a screeching sound, as of metal on metal reached his ears. That particular sound was one of his least favorites, perhaps only surpassed by a crashing or smashing sound followed by a cry of 'bullocks'. It usually meant clean up duty for him. "Jack?" he called out. "Is that you?" He had very little hope that it would be the captain out there, but he had to try at least. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the bizarre version of the children's rhyme he heard laid out before him. "As much fun as that sounds," he said, cocking his gun. He spun around again at the sound of the laughter. Where was it coming from?

He felt himself tensing up slightly, almost feeling the hand approaching him from behind. He turned around and was almost too distracted by the sight of the person before him to do the sane thing and lunge out of the way. "Oh no Freddy hasn't," he said, leveling his gun with its head. He wasn't so sure it was a person at a second glance. The blotchy skin, mangled and pocked, with chunks of it missing in places, the twisted yellow tinted teeth, the peculiar claw on his right hand. That one drew his attention more notably than the other features. Whatever it was, this thing was humanoid, but he couldn't rule out the possibility of this being some sort of alien from who knew where. "What are you?" he asked, his voice calmer than he felt. "What do you want?"

(all I ask is that you don't kill him or wound him to a point that he would die after waking up : ) )[/size]