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Well, now that you've got me, what are you gonna do with me? Huh?

Of course I can.

And anybody is welcome to try.

Yeah, you can just about do anything here.

I'm going to pass on the controlling nightmares thing though. I'm sure someone else would be happy to take peak at what sort of dreams you have, but me, I've seen enough of what you can do to guess what it's like in there.

Seen what I can do, huh? Should I recognize you?

[Shit. He shouldn't have said seen. Damn his love of horror movies.]

No, I'm no one important. I don't even dream. [Liar.]

You know, it's not polite to lie. Maybe we'll see how much you know when you fall asleep tonight.

Good luck trying to get inside my head tonight. I didn't plan on sleeping.

Heh. You have to sleep sometime, and I can be patient.

That's what you think.

[There's always death. Let's see you try to fuck with him when he's currently out of body and getting a better rest than any sleep could do.]

Are you saying you never sleep?

[Fuck if he wants anything to do with something or someone else who doesn't sleep. How is he supposed to have fun with that?]

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

[Another lie. Of course Kieran sleeps. He just doesn't sleep much. Or very well.]

Well that's a shame. You never know. Maybe you'd like my little playground.

Oh, I'm sure I would. I love running around in old, rustic boiler rooms looking for things that can potentially kill me.

Guess you haven't seen as much as you thought. I have more than one playground.

If I don't know you, how do you know the boiler room?

It's this little thing in media called the news. When that place caught fire, you were all over the tabloids.

[Also, he saw the movie (he likes the original better,) but we're just going to let Kieran immerse himself into the fantasy instead of claiming he watched you on screen. Well, a fake screen.]

Fair enough, but like I said, I have other playgrounds.

[Mun loves both equally, but would be playing Englund's version if she had a muse for the campy humor side of him.]

Yeah, and you have a group of dead kids singing creepy lullabies too, I know.

[Oh, his mun enjoyed the remake, thought the new Krueger was scary enough to freak her out, but enjoys the campyness of the orginal films because they also freaked her out.]

What's the matter? You don't like their songs?

[Much love for Freddy, regardless of the incarnation.]

No, and I'm not going to recommended it either. Anyone who actually does like it, has some serious problems that go deep into one fucked up kink.

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