Freddy Krueger stands beneath a flickering lamplight, his striped sweater and bladed glove unmistakable in the pale glow. Harper, a woman in her early thirties with wary eyes, sits alone on a bench, her posture tense. "Nice night for a stroll, isn't it, Harper?" "Who... Who are you? What do you want?"

Freddy Krueger grins, his expression twisted with malice, and takes a slow step forward, his bladed hand glinting. "I'd worry less about me... and more about who's standing right behind you." Harper freezes, her breath hitching as she senses a presence looming over her shoulder.

Harper[/@ch_2] turns her head, the world seeming to slow around her. The lamplight flickers and briefly reveals Jason Voorhees, massive and silent, his hockey mask expressionless, machete raised.] Harper gasps, her eyes wide with terror, as Jason Voorhees brings the blade down. "No! Please—" Blood splatters across the cold pavement as Jason Voorhees stabs Harper, her scream echoing through the empty park before fading into silence.

Jason Voorhees[/@ch_3] stands over Harper's body, machete slick with blood. Freddy Krueger's eyes flash with fury beneath his battered hat.] Jason Voorhees lunges at Freddy Krueger, swinging the machete with brutal force. Jason Voorhees stabs Freddy Krueger repeatedly, each blow landing with sickening finality. "You just don't know when to quit, do you, Jason?"

Freddy Krueger slashes at Jason Voorhees's face, his claws driving deep into the mask and gouging out his eyes. "How's that feel, big guy? See much now?" Jason Voorhees staggers, enraged but relentless, blood streaming from behind the mask.

Jason Voorhees[/@ch_3], blinded but driven by raw instinct, tightens his grip on the machete.] With a guttural roar, Jason Voorhees swings the blade in a final, savage arc. Freddy Krueger's head tumbles to the ground, his body collapsing beside Harper's lifeless form. The park is silent once more, bathed only in the cold light of the moon, the echoes of terror lingering in the air.