"You think this is a costume?This is a way of life"
Oops , wrong movie .
Upon seeing this photo, I suddenly found myself going down a little rabbit hole of an idea:
Even Krueger has his groupies. That costume is what I would expect the Cult of Krug to wear. The ones who go into the dream looking for him.The ones who think death is sexy. Thinking he will be pleased to see them copy his style.
Only to find Krueger, a broken down and empty monster. Powerless from all the souls of the children that have been extracted in his many defeats. His name no longer brings forth fear. He is not just a shadow of himself ,but an actual shadow in the dream.
Unable to physically manipulate the realm, incapable of even touching a potential victim. His claw slicing through air as if the body is not there.
Disappointed in their discovery,these knock off Spirit Halloween Freddys mock the man. "son of a hundred maniacs....my ass" "one two...who the fuck is afraid of you?" .
In a child bullying trauma memory induced anger, Krueger begins to physically burn with rage.His body begins to smoke as if on fire. Actual flames emerge from holes in his filthy sweater. The blades on his infamous glove begin to glow orange,then red hot,and finally violet.
Raising his hand high ,Freddy takes a hard swipe at the Cultist closest too him. The blades connect. And burn slices through their dime store costume. Cauterizing the flesh as they go in deep and emerge from the arc of the attack.
Krueger prepares to backhand his unsuspecting victim across the face when he is hit with a jolt of energy, as the sudden and powerful collected fear of the assembled Fans of Freddy releases with their screams of terror.
He feels the old groove .Flicks his finger blades at his side with a renewed giddy delight. And as the various cultists run off in different directions, they can hear Fred Krueger's booming,dirty,playful voice behind them say with a chuckle
"Who shall I... touch... next.... Eenie.....Meenie....Miney .....MOE!"
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