What Happens When Freddy Kruger Starts Messing With Mike's Mind, chapter 1

It was the night of Green Day's concert at the Milton Keynes Bowl. Green Day was waiting backstage, eager to run out and rock-out. Once they did, there was nobody, that's right, not one single fan in front of the gigantic stage.

"What the heck?!" Billie said. Green Day all looked at each other, surprised. Suddenly, coming through the speakers was an evil laugh.

"Tre, cut it out!" Mike said.

"But I'm not doing anything!" Tre whined. There was the laugh again. Mike looked at one of the huge screens behind him, on it was Freddy Kruger, laughing. Mike screamed, and everyone else saw it and screamed as well.

"Mike..Mike wake up." I heard a faint voice say.

"Dude wake up it's just a nightmare." They said again. I opened my eyes, and I was in the tour bus, laying in my bunk with Tre and Billie hovering over me. I sat up and wiped the sweat from my forehead and said,"Heh, it was a night mare I guess."

"Yeah it was."

"Now go away and let me continue my nap."

"Okay sleeping beauty!"

I rested my head on my pillow and drifted off again...

*Mike's Dream*

Green Day was playing Basket Case for their thousands of fans at Milton Keynes. Mike looked around, and suddenly all of the fans were gone. There was the evil laugh again. But this time, Mr. Kruger ran out onto the stage, and Green Day screamed and ran. Jason, Billie and Mike dropped their guitars (and bass) and Tre threw his drumsticks at Freddy and ran as well. Thunk! One hit Mr. Kruger right on the head. He snarled and went after Tre. Tre screamed and ran behind his drumset. He took the snare drum off of it's stand and used it as a sheild. He grabbed a drumstick and said,"Don't make me!" while pointing it at Freddy. But Mr. Kruger plunged his steel claws through the snare, so Tre dropped it and got two cymbals. He put one in each hand and crashed them together on Freddy Kruger's head. But it didn't do any good. Mr. Kruger plunged his claws right through Tre's stomach. Tre yelped, and fell to the ground, dead.
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