A/N: This is basically the story of Freddy's jump-roping girls who sing the creepy rhyme in people's dreams. They are his victims that he killed when he was alive. The kids from IT will appear in the next chapter.

The girls who jumped took a moment of rest. They smoothed out their white dresses and sat carefully on the dirty floor of the boiler room. It had been so long since they'd been able to take a breather. Ever since they had become servants of Fred Krueger, they had been his playtime rangers. That's what he had called them. They kept watch over Fred's victims in the Dreamscape, playing jump-rope and singing their song. One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Beth, Rachel and Dawn were their names. Beth had been there the longest - she had been dead the longest. Rachel had arrived second, and when Dawn came they had become a trio. That was when they started their game of jump-rope.

They hadn't wanted to do it. To do it would mean to work for Fred, and Fred had been the one who killed them. But they had no choice. They were in his world, and he made the rules. They had their little ways of defying him, though. First of all, their rhyme. It was something they made up themselves; a warning. Since the victims never seemed to know they were dreaming until Fred came out of the shadows, the girls created their own little red flag. Sometimes, when Fred was either feeling lazy or posessing extreme concentration, they would try and directly warn the dreamers. For a while, they did this a lot. However, Fred hadn't been getting a lot of victims lately. This meant that whenever he did kill, he was at the top of his game. They couldn't risk it.

While the lack of available dreamers was good for the general public, it was bad for the jump-ropers. Whatever anger Fred couldn't take out on anonymous teenagers, he took out on them. While the jump-ropers couldn't die, they could feel pain. Physical pain wore off faster than it did on the living, but that didn't stop Fred. Besides, much of what he did tended to be psychological anyway.

As they sat down, Rachel took something out of her pocket. "Someone fell asleep in the kitchen on New Year's Eve. Drunk, y'know." She put the object in the light so the other girls could see what it was. "There was some food there." There were three rolls. The girls each took one, bit into it once, and stuffed it in their pocket. This was their ritual. It was rare that they came across food, and while they did get hungry sometimes, they knew people who got hungry more. "How long do you think he'll be gone?" She asked, glancing knowingly at her friends. It had been sort of inevitable that they'd form an alliance in the situation that Fred had thrust them into. It was a little sad to call these girls her friends, but it would be worse to have an indifference toward them.

"This is the first kid he's killed in a week." Beth said. "He'll take his time." The others nodded. They never doubted Beth.

"So, do you think we can..." Everyone knew the end to Dawn's question. She wanted to see Fred's trophies. He didn't keep all the people he'd killed - only the ones that mattered. They tended to hide throughout the Dreamscape, understandably. Most of the teenagers disliked the girls. After all, they played on Team Krueger. Some of them had been lured into death by them. Only a select few associated with them, and those were the ones they gave most of their food to.

Beth looked warily into the distance where Fred had disappeared. "Yeah." She said. "Sure. Let's go."

In some ways, looking for their friends was like hide and seek. The only difference was, well, the fact that they were dead and, by definition, not very playful. The girls had stopped simply calling their friends' names long ago. Fred was able to imitate their voices. This way, you never really knew who was calling you. Better to look for them the hard way.

"We usually find Tina in the white space." Rachel remembered. The white space was just that- a space of whiteness. The only way to tell which was up and which was down was by asking yourself whether or not you were standing up. It wasn't the most creative area of the Dreamscape, and therefore a place Fred avoided.

The trio found the white space with ease. They had walked this path many times before. Tina was the first of Fred's victims that they had met, and they visited her the most.

She was off in the distance, singing to herself softly and rocking back and forth. This was her way of dealing with her situation. Everyone had a different method. Rod Lane was angry all the time. Glen Lantz pretended it had never happened. And Beth took control of things as much as she could. "Tina?" Dawn said as they got closer.

The girl turned around in shock. For a moment, she stared at them, scrutinizing their look. She always did this, always tried to figure out if it was actually the girls or just Fred talking to her. Finally, she whispered, "What is the color of today?"

"Indigo." The girls answered in a soft unison. That was their code phrase. As far as they knew, Fred didn't know it. Now, Tina knew that it was actually them. She smiled weakly.

"Haven't seen you guys in a while." She noted. "You got any cool, uh... stories to tell me?" The look on her face said she disapproved of her own use of the word cool. Her face betrayed a lot of her emotions, but the girls never told her so. They had a feeling it would upset her.

"He hasn't been doing much lately." Dawn said with an air of hope. "We think that Elm Street might've forgotten all about him. 'Course, there are always older siblings telling the younger ones about him, thinking it's just a fairy tale, so that's not helping. And after that thing with Jason, he's probably not striking up alliances any time soon. So maybe one day he'll just get bored and..." She cut off her ramble as she realized what he usually did when he was bored. "He might, uh... choose a different street." Ouch. That wasn't the right way to end the sentence either.

"And then tons of other kids'll get killed." Tina said, laughing bitterly. "Jesus Christ." She shook her head and sat down. "He's not gonna stop. He's either gonna be hurting people in the real world or hurting us. He's not gonna stop."

"That's her mantra for the day." Rachel whispered to Beth, who slapped her on the wrist.

"He's not gonna stop. He's not gonna stop. He's not gonna stop." Tina repeated, rocking back and forth. The three of them were about to leave when she suddenly stood up. "Just leave." She ordered. "If you don't have any good news, just leave." She put her head in her hands. "Who am I kidding? You guys never have good news, 'cause he's not gonna stop. Go away."

There was a slight pause, and then Beth said, "We brought some food."

Tina looked up as Beth took her roll out of her pocket. "Where'd you get that?" She asked.

"Fred took us on a New Year's... trip thing." Rachel explained. "We were in a kitchen, I swiped them. He didn't notice." She shrugged.

Tina reached out and took the roll. "Thanks." She muttered gratefully. After a second, she took a bite. "Haven't, uh... I haven't eaten in a while." She walked away with the roll and began to do her singing routine again, her back to the girls.

"See you later." Beth called. She motioned toward the other girls and they walked away silently.