Thinking out of the box, this ability to enter dreams was practically omnipotent, and moreover, didn't involve any extra costs.
If Freddy wanted to build a playground like this in reality, he would first have to think about trying to keep it a secret, then consider renovation, infrastructure and so on.
It was precisely for these reasons that Luke had never set up the secret based which he envisaged.
In a dreamscape, however, there was no end to what he could make.
It was a shame that Freddy this sicko had wasted his ability on creating this murder playground.
Then again, he didn't need food or money, and his only hobby was to torture and kill people.
His mind whirling with these thoughts, Luke stepped forward.
Several lit furnaces glowed and dark red light flickered; the entire space was hot, dry and horrifying.
Someone laughed heartily in the distance, and there was the clang of metal.
It was none other than Freddy.
