Jump 431: A Nightmare on Elm Street

Jump #431: A Nightmare on Elm Street
>Six of Cups (Pleasure): Engaging in acts of gentle kindness. Harmony of natural forces without effort or strain.
On Elm Street? REALLY?
>Location: Springwood, Ohio, 1981
>Identity: Drop-In
>Drawbacks: (+300) Night Terrors
Man, Freddy's success sure inspired the dream demons to empower a lot of others.
>Sweet Dreams (Free, Drop-In)
At least I get to make sure there aren't going to be nightmares, except when these empowered jerks are playing around anyway.
>Dreamless Sleep (1000, Drop-In)
Actually, I don't have to worry about them at all, unless I want to deal with them that is.
>You're In My World Now (400)
And in the event that I DO decide to deal with them, I can no-sell their demonic bullshit and deal with them.
>Sugar and Caffeine (300)
More food for the Infinite Buffet! Delicious snacks and drinks.
>Companion Import (0)
"Who feels like taking a nap?!" "oh fuck he's grinning again." "Three words, friends: Duncan Hills Coffee."

>"One, two, Freddy's coming for you."
"Three, four, Freddy's such a bore."
>"That's not how it goes, kid."
"Five, six, I know his tricks."
>"Ah, we've got a wise guy, eh?"
"Seven, eight, gonna fuck his face."
>"Ooh, that's going to raise the rating. Bad language makes for bad feelings."
"Nine, ten, your head a splode."
>"Wait that doesn't rhyyyyyAAAAA-" Pop.
"Breaking the fourth wall is for Deadpool, you asshat."
>"Oh. Oh you little bastard."
"Explodingheaddeadmansayswhat?"
>"What?"
"Your head a splode, that's what."
>"AaaaaAAAAA-" Pop. "God. Damn. It. That REALLY HURTS."
"Huh. That's funny, it's like I can actually hurt you because you decided to poke around in my head and it turns out I'm some kind of eldritch horror from beyond space and time that's fucking around with you because I'm bored and I want your head to explode into confetti because this way you come back for more and keep entertaining me instead of being an asshat by killing people who can barely defend themselves and thus derailing the way things would have gone your way despite your seeming defeats."
>"...Uh."
"Sorry, this ain't that kind of movie anymore."

I mean, at least I didn't spend ten years getting a machete in my spleen? But yeah, this wasn't the most fun I've had in a jump either, even if I kept making Freddy's head explode every time he starts screwing with peoples' dreams. Pavlovian conditioning doesn't so much work for him, but that's okay, because exploding his head works for long enough. If nobody dies because of him, nobody will remember him, and in five years he's basically not able to do anything to anyone because no one knows anything about him and he doesn't have a way in anymore. What a shame.

Also, the obliviate spell works wonders as well.

Everyone who wasn't Freddy, on the other hand? They got dragged into the real world before they got the exploding head treatment, so that they would NOT come back.