My Heart Is So Tired-Where Had the Most Basic Trust Between People Gone?

Russell knocked Jennifer out with a headbutt. Russell didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions. The process didn't matter; what mattered was the result. As long as he could pull Freddy out of his dream, any sacrifice was worthwhile.

Jennifer: It's like you're the one who was manually put to sleep!

Time passed second by second...

Russell glanced at the clock on the wall; half an hour had passed, but Jennifer showed no reaction whatsoever.

It's not that she had no reaction at all; her breathing began to quicken, she reached into her clothes and scratched around, occasionally letting out a soft moan, as if she had fallen into some indescribable dream.

"Could Freddy have gone to someone else...? That doesn't make sense. Jennifer is so stupid, she should be the first choice!"

Russell muttered to himself, and just then, Jennifer, who had been sleeping soundly, began to act strangely. Her facial expressions changed constantly, eventually being replaced by terror. She shook her head and muttered to herself, while weakly waving her arms.

Signs of a nightmare, and not just any ordinary nightmare!

Suddenly, Jennifer screamed in pain as four bloody gashes appeared on her chest.

Now!

Russell's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to press on Jennifer's forehead, forcibly waking her up through the contract.

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~~~"

Jennifer jerked herself up in bed, breathing heavily, her eyes filled with lingering fear, her back soaked with cold sweat.

"Damn it, I dreamt about that pervert again. It was terrifying. He actually wanted to dissect me." Jennifer grabbed Russell's shoulder, as if she had found a lifeline, and said with lingering fear.

Russell nodded, indicating that he understood the pain, and then asked, "What about Freddy? Didn't I tell you to catch him?"

Jennifer looked blank, blinked, and then suddenly realized, "Oh right, I should have grabbed him. Haha, I was so nervous just now that I completely forgot."

"Continue!"

What?

Bang!

Russell withdrew his hand, and in front of him was Jennifer, who had fallen unconscious again. Jason stood by, unmoved, staring straight ahead as if he hadn't seen anything.

The second nightmare came much faster than the first; almost as soon as Jennifer collapsed, she began to scream. Her wrists and ankles were pierced by invisible blades, and copious amounts of blood gushed out, staining the white sheets bright red.

Russell woke Jennifer in time, but she still couldn't get Freddy out of the room. She angrily told Russell, "I know I failed, but there's nothing I can do. He nailed me to the Cross, and I can't catch him."

As she spoke, Jennifer covered her forehead and the back of her neck. "Don't hit me anymore. You're not going to let me fall asleep this time."

Russell tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle and sighed sadly. Jennifer's prejudice against him was too great. "Don't worry, I won't."

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but before she could calm down, Jason suddenly moved, punching her in the cheek and sending her flying, crashing into the wall.

Having done all this, Jason stepped back and looked at the person who had given him the order.

Russell withdrew his gaze from the forty-five-degree angle and looked at Jennifer, who had fainted again, with great surprise. "What happened? You fell asleep so quickly?"

Jason: (._.)

"Why are you looking at me? You're the one who's going to do it."

Jennifer had her third nightmare, which took a long time, which was normal and logical. Just when Freddy was about to succeed, his prey escaped, and before he could even curse, the prey returned on its own. This happened twice; anyone with a modicum of intelligence would be suspicious.

Unfortunately, Freddy couldn't resist the taste of fear and ultimately went after Jennifer.

Pfft!

Jennifer's carotid artery was severed, and blood gushed out. Russell reacted quickly and woke her up in time through the contract. Jennifer had probably had enough. Knowing that she hadn't caught Freddy and would be knocked unconscious again after waking up, she clung tightly to Freddy's arm and refused to let go, even while severely injured.

Jennifer regained consciousness and dragged Freddy out of his nightmare. Freddy was still grinning and rubbing his iron claws, enjoying the dying screams of his prey, until he felt the Heat Vision on his back and realized that he had left the dream.

Freddy: "..."

Jennifer used her telekinesis to shove Freddy away, clutching her still-healing neck, and scrambled to Russell's side. The power she unleashed in extreme fear was not to be underestimated; her powerful telekinesis propelled Freddy against the ceiling, leaving him dazed and confused.

Freddy rolled to his feet, surveying the room's layout before finally fixing his gaze on Russell and his two companions. His pupils constricted slightly upon seeing Jason, and when he saw Russell, an undisguised fear flashed across his face.

"It was you!?" Freddy's eyes twitched. He had been tricked. Russell, who designed the trap, must have known the weakness of his Immortal Body, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to pull him back to reality.

"Jason, kill him!"

Russell had no intention of catching up with Freddy. Talkative people always die from their own folly. Freddy could be pulled out of the dream, so he naturally had a way to go back. He couldn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

Jason strode out, drew Great Cleaver from his waist, and his cold eyes beneath the mask fixed on Freddy's neck.

"Hey, buddy, we shouldn't be enemies." Freddy retreated, pressed against the wall with nowhere left to go, trying to make friends with Jason, and chuckled dryly, "Remember, we met in Hell, back then... well, we were enemies, I stabbed you a few times and ran away."

The taciturn Jason and the talkative Freddy are two extremes. Jason doesn't get the joke in Freddy's words and swings Great Cleaver down on his head.

Boom!

The Blade slashed into the wall, its momentum continuing, splitting a huge gash downwards.

Freddy deftly dodged the fatal blow, and seeing Jason's destructive power, his heart trembled. He was no longer Immortal Body; one hit would be the end of him.

If Jason is a power-type tank, then Freddy is definitely an agile assassin. Even outside the dream world, he can still display considerable strength, leaping and bounding around Jason like a flea, his movements extremely nimble.

Freddy repeatedly dodged the whistling Blade, occasionally retaliating by tearing Jason's ligaments with his claws. However, Jason had been enhanced by his Witch mother, possessing astonishing healing abilities, and his speed and strength were several times greater than Freddy remembered.

A prolonged defense is bound to fail, and dodging can only be temporary. Freddy heard the sound of a bullet being chambered and jumped back in fright. However, just as he was in mid-air, Jason grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall with one hand.

Looking at the Hockey Mask, Freddy yelled and rattled off a string of words, mostly about how he and Jason had no conflict of interest and shouldn't fight each other.

Jason remained unmoved, holding Freddy down with one hand and stabbing him in the chest with a knife in the other.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

The blood-stained Blade pierced the wall as Jason stabbed Freddy more than a dozen times, the last blow striking his heart and pinning him to the wall.

Freddy's eyes were dim, his head and limbs drooped, his body hung on the wall, and blood flowed down his trouser legs onto the floor.

Clang!

Jason drew his Great Cleaver, Freddy's body, without support, collapsed limply to the floor.

Russell got up, pushed open the door, and walked outside. "Jason, take Freddy and Michael's bodies, we're going to Devil's Waterfall. And you, Jennifer, you come along too."

"Can I refuse?" Jennifer was a hundred times unwilling to accept the mention of Devil's Waterfall.

What do you think?

Devil's Waterfall!

It was already dawn, and the turbulent whirlpools and waves continued, seemingly insatiable, swallowing up the ever-flowing water.

After a night of fierce fighting, Freddy and Michael died one after another. However, both were notorious long-lived serial killers in film history, with sequels following one after another. Russell was unsure whether they could be resurrected, so as a precaution, he threw them into a pit that led to hell.

Two splashes of water erupted as Freddy and Michael's bodies were swept away by the black hole. Russell frowned and glanced at Jason, who, receiving the order, did not resist at all and jumped off the cliff.

Thump!

Water splashed high into the air, and Jason was swept away by the wave.

The red curse mark on the back of his hand was burning hot. When Russell raised his hand to look, the curse planted by the Witch had dimmed by most of its intensity, leaving only a faint red glow.

"Gulp!"

Jennifer swallowed hard, and seeing Russell's hostile gaze, she was so frightened that she almost cried, "No, I'm not like them. I'm not the devil's minions. You don't need to destroy me."

"I know, I'm not so heartless as to dump you without a second thought." Russell rolled his eyes. "I brought you here to lift the curse on you. What are you thinking?"

Jennifer shook her head decisively. "Don't try to fool me. I won't believe anything you say this time."

Russell shook his head repeatedly, feeling exhausted. Where had the most basic trust between people gone?

[Failure Diary]

Why is my life such a failure? I looked in the mirror and seemed to understand something.