บท 37: **Chapter 37: Back to School**
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Summary
Nancy Thompson is a typical American teenager, growing up in a clean, middle-class suburb. She's a good student, outgoing, and well-liked. Her idyllic life is abruptly shattered when she begins having disturbing nightmares—a cold-blooded, razor-gloved killer stalking her in the dark.
As Nancy describes her horrifying, sleepless nights to her closest friends, they realize they too have been jolted awake by the same chilling screams, plagued by the same monstrous figure—the same twisted maniac. When one of Nancy's friends is brutally murdered in her sleep, the police suspect the girl's boyfriend. But Nancy begins to suspect something far darker. She fears that the line between fantasy and reality is collapsing and that the nightmare world is bleeding into their own.
Her only defense, she believes, is to stay awake—at all costs. But as her friends are slaughtered one by one in their sleep, her family grows concerned, fearing that her sanity is slipping. After endless nights of battling well-meaning adults armed with pills, warm baths, and comforting lies, Nancy faces the grim truth: she must confront her exhaustion and enter her nightmares in a life-or-death struggle for control.
In a final, heart-stopping confrontation, Nancy uncovers the terrifying secret of Elm Street—a buried, decade-old atrocity that gave birth to the nightmare that hunts them.
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**The Beginning - Unseen but Present**
Kris blinked as his surroundings came into focus. He looked around, trying to understand where they were.
The street stretched endlessly in both directions, dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The houses that lined the road were silent, their windows dark and foreboding. A light fog rolled along the pavement, swirling lazily around his feet.
Beside him, Biscuit stood, groaning as she stretched and rubbed her eyes.
"Where are we?" Biscuit asked, her voice hushed but as nonplussed as ever.
"I don't know," Kris whispered. He scanned the area, his breath visible in the cold air.
Biscuit took a step forward, her head on a swivel, the sound of her footfall echoing unnaturally in the stillness. "Okay, this is creepy. Like, really creepy. Did we fall asleep?"
Kris frowned, trying to piece it together. "No, I think we're in the real-world version of this movie. Look at the street sign—it says we're on Tracy Street. In the movie, this is where Marshal High School is located."
Suddenly, the faint sound of laughter drifted through the air. It was distant but unmistakable—low, guttural, and sinister.
Biscuit froze, her eyes wide. "Oh no. Nope. I know that laugh. That's his laugh."
Kris grabbed Biscuit's arm, his grip firm. "Stay calm. He's not after us, remember?"
"Yeah, but tell that to my nerves!" Biscuit hissed.
"You know, master, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a bit scared right now..." Kris said conspiratorially, with a cheeky grin.
"I'm not! I'm not, okay? It's just—when I watched this movie, that guy just creeps me out. Ugh, he's so disgusting," Biscuit said.
"Anyway, come on. In the first movie, Freddy only targets the kids that went to that nursery school he worked at back when he was a gardener, so we're safe for now—at least," Kris said, gesturing for Biscuit to follow him.
"Yeah, for now... But where are we going, anyway? Do you even know *when* in the plot we are?" Biscuit asked, clearly not reassured by Kris's words.
"No clue yet, but let's find out. Since God just dropped us off in the middle of the street, we need to find a way to integrate with the cast. The best way to do all that is to sneak into the school. Maybe we could create fake identities as transfer students," Kris suggested with a determined nod.
"Nope. No school for me—I don't like that drama. Why can't I just be your guardian and monitor the cast from afar? Especially the parents," Biscuit said, immediately rejecting Kris's plan.
"Okay, if that's what you wanna do," Kris agreed with a shrug. "Oh yeah—here, take this. It'll somewhat protect you from Freddy's dream tricks."
Kris handed over the Xorian Marble of Psychic Shielding to Biscuit, who instantly adored it, even naming it "Ori-chan" and tucking it away somewhere safe.
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**Breaking In**
The two of them crouched behind a row of bushes just outside Marshal High School. The moonlight cast long shadows over the sprawling campus, and the distant sound of crickets added an eerie soundtrack to their plan.
"Alright, we're here," Kris whispered, adjusting the hood of his jacket and glancing toward the school's entrance. "Time to get me a cool background so I could blend in with the cool kids."
"Yeah, no problem," Biscuit said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like sneaking into a school in the middle of the night is a big deal... Sure, we're totally not suspicious at all."
"You're the one who didn't want to go to class," Kris shot back with a grin. "Now, if I remember right from the movie, the front office is down that hall. Let's get our fake identities sorted first."
Biscuit sighed dramatically. "This is going to be so much fun," she muttered sarcastically. "You know, pretending to be your *cousin*—how original."
"Hey, it's your idea, not mine," Kris said, leading the way. "You're my legal guardian, remember? Just stick with the story."
Biscuit paused. "Wait... What exactly is our story, again?"
Kris lowered his voice. "You're my cousin. You've been granted legal guardianship after some 'family issues,' so now I'm a transfer student. We just need to get past the front desk."
Biscuit made a face. "Are we really going to lie our way through this? What if they call us out?"
"Then we'll improvise. You're a pro at that," Kris said with a wink.
Biscuit gave him a look. "Great. A high school drama where I'm the overworked, overprotective cousin and you're the cool, rebellious transfer student. What could go wrong?"
They crept through the hallway, avoiding security cameras and making sure no one saw them. As they reached the main office, Kris stepped forward, pushing open the door with a confident grin.
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**Marshal Highschool, Registrar's Office 8am**
The office was quiet in the morning, save for the flickering of fluorescent lights overhead. A woman sat behind the desk, typing away at a computer. She didn't even look up when they entered.
"Uh, hi!" Kris said, his voice upbeat. "I'm a transfer student, Kris Green."
The woman didn't flinch. "Name and grade?"
"Biscuit Green, I'm his guardian, this is Kris Green, and uh, he's in... Twelfth grade," Biscuit interjected quickly, flashing a fake but convincing smile.
The woman nodded, pulling up a list on her screen. "Okay, let me check... Kris Green... Transfer paperwork. Hmm..."
Kris and Biscuit exchanged nervous glances as she typed, the seconds stretching into what felt like hours.
Then, finally, the woman looked up. "Everything seems to be in order. Welcome, Kris. Please have a seat and we'll get your schedule printed up."
Biscuit, still wearing her fake smile, managed not to exhale in relief until they were seated in the waiting area.
"I can't believe that worked," Biscuit said, her voice low. "I thought for sure she was going to catch on and call the cops or something."
"I told you, I've watched this kind of movie a million times. I know how it goes," Kris said smugly.
Biscuit raised an eyebrow. "You've watched *this* movie, but you didn't even know where we were in the plot Seven hours ago."
Kris grinned sheepishly. "I'm working on it."
As they sat, waiting for Kris's schedule to be printed, Biscuit leaned back in her chair, looking around the office.
"So, what's next? You pretend to go to class?" she asked, amused.
"Yeah. I need to get the lay of the land first. Once we know the key players—like the creepy teachers and the weird students—we can figure out how to deal with Freddy." Kris leaned forward, his excitement building. "We've got this."
"Sure, if you say so. But if I end up having to play 'the cool cousin' again, I'm leaving you to fend for yourself," Biscuit warned.
Kris laughed. "Deal."
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"Okay, then—that's it. You're all set," the receptionist said, handing Kris his schedule.
"You go to class while I look for an apartment we could rent and get us a car. I'm not riding the bus again after this morning, buses in the 80's are just not for me." Biscuit added, her tone firm as she stood up.
"Sure, yeah, later," Kris said, flashing a cheeky grin as he grabbed his schedule and headed toward the hallway. "Catch you later, cousin."
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**Best Buds**
Kris stood in the doorway of his first class, the door creaking slightly as he pushed it open. The room fell quiet for a moment as the students turned to look at the new face standing in the doorway. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on a guy sitting near the back with messy brown hair and a laid-back demeanor.
"Hey, you're the new guy, right?" the guy called out, flashing a grin. Kris raised an eyebrow and stepped into the room, the door closing softly behind him.
"Yeah, that's me," Kris said, casually strolling in as the teacher motioned for him to take a seat. "Kris Green. Just transferred in, guess word gets around fast in this place."
The guy gave a small nod, still smiling. "Rod Lane. I'm guessing you're here to escape the chaos, too?"
Kris chuckled as he sat down next to Rod, the desk creaking slightly under his weight. "Pretty much. Thought I'd give the 'new kid' thing a try."
Rod shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "You don't seem to need any help with that. Look, the chicks are already checking you out. You just gotta know who to stay away from and who to hang with. So far, you seem like the kind of guy I'd hang with."
Kris grinned. "I'm flattered. But seriously, what do you do for fun in this town?"
Rod looked around the classroom, his expression shifting just slightly. "Well, just the usual, I guess—chicks, sports, pot, cars. But nothing too crazy... unless you're looking for trouble."
"Trouble's the thing that got me here in the first place. I'll pass for now, at least," Kris said.
Rod leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Gotcha. Look, if you ever need help getting the lay of the land, I've got your back. This place? It's got its own... quirks."
Kris raised an eyebrow. "Quirks, huh?"
Rod nodded, a serious look crossing his face for a moment. "Yeah. But if you stick with me, we'll keep things low-key."
Kris chuckled, relaxing a little. "Sounds like a plan. I could use a good bro."
Rod grinned wider. "You got it, man. We'll make sure you don't get caught up in anything weird."
Kris relaxed back into his chair, his mind already starting to race with possibilities. He hadn't expected to make friends with the main cast so quickly, but Rod seemed like someone easy to get along with as long as you fit with his stereotype.
"Thanks, man. I guess we're bros from now on," Kris said, offering a fist bump.
Rod met his fist with his own. "Anytime, bro. Welcome to the club. In fact, if you're free tonight, my girl and her friends are having a sleepover or something. Wanna come with? I'll introduce you, maybe down a couple of beers..."
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**New Place**
After Kris's classes ended, Biscuit was waiting for him outside the school. She leaned casually against the side of the car, her arms crossed and a slight smirk on her face. Kris spotted her instantly, walking toward her with a slight bounce in his step.
"Productive day?" Biscuit asked as he slid into the passenger seat.
"You know me, master. I'm not one to slack off," Kris replied, buckling his seatbelt. "Honestly, it's a little too easy. Feels like we're supposed to be old pals the moment I stepped through the room's door."
Biscuit shrugged, pulling out of the parking lot. "I'm just glad you had an easy day then. Well, you'll be glad to know, after I got us this car and the apartment, I went to the library and looked up the Freddy Krueger case from old newspaper reels. Ugh,I hate him having the same last name as me."
"Anyway, you wanna know what I found out? When the warehouse fire that killed Freddy happened, firefighters never found a body. They say there were no casualties."
"Interesting, so you're saying that it's possible that the third part of the movie franchise might be canon?" Kris said, watching the familiar scenery of the town roll by. "Then Freddy's charred remains might be in a junkyard somewhere..."
"Yup. So, what do you think?" Biscuit raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Kris. "Should we get that location out of Nancy's dad tonight?"
Kris grinned. "Sorry, master, you have to do that alone. Tonight might be the night Freddy kills Tina, and I have to be there. But this is also the only time you could question John Saxon—I mean, Mr. Thompson—because after tonight, he's going to be real busy. You might not have the chance to grab him."
The car hummed along as they drove through the streets of the small town, the buildings growing taller as they neared downtown. The weather had shifted slightly, a cool breeze swirling through the air, signaling the evening's arrival. Biscuit took a right turn, heading into a quieter part of downtown where their new apartment building stood.
Pulling into the parking lot, Biscuit parked the car and turned to Kris. "Welcome to your new life," she said dryly. "Let's see how long you last here before the nightmares start."
Kris chuckled as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "You really think Freddy's gonna come after me today? I've got some time before I deal with that. Come on, master, I'm starving. Let's have a normal meal before we get down to business."
Biscuit raised an eyebrow. "Normal? In this town? Sure, good luck with that."
They walked up the stairs to their new apartment, the building's façade showing signs of age but still functional. The hallway smelled faintly of old wood and fresh paint. As they entered their apartment, Kris took a moment to look around. The space was modest but cozy—a small living area, a kitchenette, and a couple of bedrooms. The walls were bare, but that was easily fixable.
"So, this is it, huh?" Kris said, setting down his bag. "Not bad."
Biscuit threw her jacket onto the couch and walked toward the window, peering out at the busy downtown street below. "It'll do. At least for now. I'm more concerned about getting us set up for when things go south."
Kris nodded, sinking into the couch. "We'll figure it out. One step at a time."
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**The Elm Street House**
Kris stood on the porch of 1428 Elm Street, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease. This was the house Rod had mentioned—a crucial location from the movie. He rang the doorbell, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as he waited. After a few moments, the door opened, and a boy about his age stood there, eyeing him cautiously.
"Uh, can I help you?" the boy asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Kris gave him a friendly nod. "Yeah, I'm Kris. Rod invited me."
The boy frowned slightly, crossing his arms. "Rod didn't say anything about bringing someone."
Just then, Tina's voice called out from inside the house. "Who's at the door, Glen?"
"Some guy," Glen called back over his shoulder, still not moving aside.
Tina appeared behind Glen, brushing past him to peer at Kris. Her face lit up in recognition. "Oh! You're the new kid Rod's been talking about. Kris, right?"
Kris nodded, relieved. "That's me."
Tina smiled and grabbed Glen's arm, pulling him back. "Come on, Glen. Don't be rude." She turned to Kris and gestured for him to come inside. "Welcome to the party."
Kris stepped into the living room, the soft hum of a stereo playing in the background. The room was cozy but lively, with beer bottles scattered on the coffee table and the faint smell of popcorn lingering in the air.
Kris smirked, walking over to take a seat on the couch. Tina handed him a beer as she plopped down on the armrest.
"Thanks," Kris said, twisting the cap off.
The group settled into a comfortable rhythm, but it wasn't long before the questions started flying.
"So, Kris," Tina began, leaning forward, "what's your story? Where are you from?"
"Yeah," Nancy chimed in. "And what kind of girls are you into?"
Kris chuckled, taking a sip of his beer to buy time. "You guys don't waste any time, huh?"
Tina shrugged with a playful grin. "Hey, we don't get new people around here that often. We have to make the most of it."
"Fair enough," Kris said, setting his beer on the table. "Well, I'm from out of state. Moved here with my cousin. As for what kind of girls I like..." He leaned back with a teasing smirk. "I'd say I'm more into the bold, confident type."
The girls exchanged amused glances, the two of them giggling.
Glen, who had been quiet until now, rolled his eyes. "Great. He's just like another Rod, but Asian."
The room fell silent for a beat, the girls shooting Glen a mix of glares and disapproving looks.
"Real smooth, Glen," Nancy said, crossing her arms.
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