American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The shared experience quickly gained Nancy the little girl's trust, and through her gradual narration, the entire event was pieced back together.

A chilling cold swept through Nancy's entire body, a fear that originated from the depths of her soul.

Years later, the name Freddy still made Nancy reflexively tremble.

Nancy nodded. "I understand. I'll go check it out!"

She wouldn't have known if she hadn't checked, but what she found was shocking.

The entire mental hospital housed over forty patients, more than half of whom were children under the age of 13.

Moreover, they had all been sent in by their parents or teachers recently.

And their medical records were all very similar.

The diagnoses were largely the same: either paranoid schizophrenia, schizophrenia, or violent tendencies.

Basically, symptoms that would ruin their lives once labeled.

The psychiatrists didn't care if you were a child or not; once admitted, they could do whatever they wanted with you.

Nancy had gone through this process as a child, which is why she studied psychology as an adult.

Perhaps encountering Freddy again was inevitable to some extent.

The two of them researched in the archives for a long time, when Kristen suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Nancy, quickly look outside the window!"

Hearing this, Nancy looked up, her pupils contracting. She quickly glanced at her watch and then looked out the window.

"Something's not right. It should be 11:00 AM, the sunniest time of day, but it's dark outside!"

They exchanged a look and said simultaneously, "Freddy?"

Their hearts sank.

"Could we have unknowingly entered a dream?"

"That's impossible!" Kristen said excitedly.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in her eyes, and she shook her head. "This isn't a dream; we're still in reality!"

"How can you be sure?"

"Because..." Kristen hesitated for a moment, then looked at Nancy seriously and asked, "Can I trust you?"

A strange look flashed in Nancy's eyes. "Don't you think it's a bit late to ask that question now?"

She had a feeling that Kristen was about to reveal her secret.

"You're right! I should trust you."

Kristen bit her lower lip and said, "I have a special ability to pull others into my dreams!"

Nancy watched her silently, without saying a word.

"It's true; it's an ability I've had since I was little. I didn't pay attention to it when I was young, and then my mother emphasized it when I got a little older, so I haven't used it in many years!"

Nancy said, "If what you're saying is true, then the reason you've been able to hold out for several nights is because of this ability?"

"That's right!"

Kristen was somewhat dejected. "But compared to Freddy, my ability is too weak! And I can only pull people I know into my dreams; I'm powerless against strangers.

So, in the beginning, I unconsciously pulled my classmates in, and then they were Freddy..."

Kristen lowered her head.

Nancy was shocked. There was someone in this world who possessed the same ability as that monster.

Could it be that her prayers had finally been heard by God?

Nancy's expression was calm, but her heart was filled with indescribable excitement.

Fragments of memories surfaced, scenes of her companions dying tragically.

Long-sealed memories gradually unfolded, and the desperate screams seemed to echo in her ears again.

Freddy, this time you're dead!

Just as Nancy secretly made up her mind, a face burned in a fire suddenly appeared beside her.

The grotesque smile and the sharp claws on his fingers were chilling.

"Nancy, Nancy, Nancy! My little darling, after all these years, I've finally found you again! Let's play a game with Uncle Freddy!"

The hideous monster smiled strangely.

The sharp claws on his hand slashed down without hesitation.

Nancy instinctively dodged backward, but four bloody gashes had already been cut into her arm.

The wounds split open, and blood spurted out.

Nancy cried out in pain, but instead of covering the wound, she pulled a handgun from behind her waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

The bullet hit Freddy's brow, and fell directly to the ground, making a clanging sound.

A small white dot appeared on Freddy's forehead. He smiled strangely and gently wiped it away with a finger. The white dot disappeared, leaving no trace on his forehead.

"Nancy, Nancy, Nancy! Have you forgotten? This is Uncle Freddy's world, only I can hurt you, and you can never hurt me!"

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, a hole appeared in Freddy's body, and blood flowed out.

Freddy's hideous face twisted in pain.

"Damn it, it's you again, you little bitch! Can't you just die obediently?"

Kristen walked out of the corner, holding an exaggerated-looking rifle in her hand, with wisps of white smoke still coming from the barrel. It was clear that she had fired the shot just now.

Nancy was stunned. "Why are you able to... That's right, you have the same ability as him! That's great, Kristen, quickly kill Freddy!"

Freddy laughed loudly. "That's a funny joke! Don't struggle in vain; let Uncle Freddy play a game with you!"

Without making any obvious movements, he simply took a step forward, and the wounds on his body quickly healed.

Then, in a flash, he appeared directly behind Kristen.

Four flashes of light passed, and Kristen retreated in a panic.

Bang!

Clang!

Another gunshot rang out, and Freddy opened his palm and threw a huge bullet on the ground. He grinned and said, "Kristen, haven't the experiences of the past three days taught you anything? Your little ability is not worth mentioning in front of Uncle Freddy.

Your attack can only hurt me once at most, so don't struggle anymore, just die obediently! I guarantee you'll enjoy a good kid deluxe meal!"

Kristen gritted her teeth, constantly pulling the trigger.

The bullets that hit him all bounced off, like flying toys.

Freddy slowly approached, gradually raising his right hand, revealing a hideous smile to Kristen, who had nowhere to retreat.