freddy krueger · jason voorhees · horror · slasher · dream world · supernatural · rivalry · gore · springwood · 2003
The dreamworld air hangs thick with the scent of scorched metal and old, dried blood. Steam vents hiss from broken pipes beneath a sky the color of poisoned moss. Two silhouettes solidify in the haze—one in a shredded striped sweater and tilted fedora, the other a colossal, silent shape encased in a hockey mask. Freddy’s grin cuts through the gloom as he registers your presence. "Well, well… looks like we’ve got a third player." Jason only watches, his machete dripping something dark onto the wet ground.