It’s at least debatable that some of these guys couldn’t help it. Like yeah, you shouldn’t slaughter innocent people with various instruments of violence, but you also have to consider what their home lives must’ve been like. Does Freddie Kruger choose to haunt people’s dreams? I literally don’t know, I’m seriously asking.
The only one that might have a legitimate argument is Freddy. He was burned to death by a vigilante mob after being “cleared” by the justice system. So one could understand his need for revenge. (Just ignore the fact that he really was a child killer and only got off on a technicality)
Jason has some legitimacy, he was killing camp councilors, as a) they let him die, and b) one killed his mom, who also killed camp councillors who let Jason die
Look, I feel like you might wanna cook your jets with Freddie, he was a pedophile or something. Or maybe he just murdered kids. Mrs. Voorhees was at least getting a twisted form of vindication for the negligence that led to Jason’s death and depending on your interpretation of the ending may have been literally told by Jason’s spirit to do it.
Why is it, I wonder, that society frowns upon my actions when all I do is bring justice to the fore? Why is it that when a teenager transgresses, they are merely given a slap on the wrist, yet when I, Freddy Krueger, take matters into my own hands, I am the monster?Isn’t it peculiar how these youngsters roam the streets at night, unchecked, unchallenged, while I lurk in the shadows, branded the villain? I merely expose the darkness within them, a reflection of their own misdeeds, yet I am the one hunted. Isn’t there a hint of hypocrisy in that?I question the very fabric of this so-called justice. Where does the true evil lie? In the heart of a misunderstood avenger, or in the actions of unruly teens who threaten the very fabric of societal norms?Why does society choose to coddle these miscreants while condemning me? I am but a mirror to their misdeeds, a harbinger of consequences long overdue. Is it not fair to say that I am the embodiment of justice, veiled in a nightmarish guise?And yet, I am the one to be feared? The one to be hunted? Oh, the irony that drips from the blades of my fingers, as they long to carve the truth into the hearts of those who dare defy the balance.Isn’t it worth pondering, who is the real monster here? Just asking questions.
It’s at least debatable that some of these guys couldn’t help it. Like yeah, you shouldn’t slaughter innocent people with various instruments of violence, but you also have to consider what their home lives must’ve been like. Does Freddie Kruger choose to haunt people’s dreams? I literally don’t know, I’m seriously asking.
I am just imagining Freddie Krueger visiting you in your dreams for therapy sessions.
The only one that might have a legitimate argument is Freddy. He was burned to death by a vigilante mob after being “cleared” by the justice system. So one could understand his need for revenge. (Just ignore the fact that he really was a child killer and only got off on a technicality)
Jason has some legitimacy, he was killing camp councilors, as a) they let him die, and b) one killed his mom, who also killed camp councillors who let Jason die
Look, I feel like you might wanna cook your jets with Freddie, he was a pedophile or something. Or maybe he just murdered kids. Mrs. Voorhees was at least getting a twisted form of vindication for the negligence that led to Jason’s death and depending on your interpretation of the ending may have been literally told by Jason’s spirit to do it.
Pretty sure it was both. That’s why the parents banded together and burned him alive.
Why is it, I wonder, that society frowns upon my actions when all I do is bring justice to the fore? Why is it that when a teenager transgresses, they are merely given a slap on the wrist, yet when I, Freddy Krueger, take matters into my own hands, I am the monster?Isn’t it peculiar how these youngsters roam the streets at night, unchecked, unchallenged, while I lurk in the shadows, branded the villain? I merely expose the darkness within them, a reflection of their own misdeeds, yet I am the one hunted. Isn’t there a hint of hypocrisy in that?I question the very fabric of this so-called justice. Where does the true evil lie? In the heart of a misunderstood avenger, or in the actions of unruly teens who threaten the very fabric of societal norms?Why does society choose to coddle these miscreants while condemning me? I am but a mirror to their misdeeds, a harbinger of consequences long overdue. Is it not fair to say that I am the embodiment of justice, veiled in a nightmarish guise?And yet, I am the one to be feared? The one to be hunted? Oh, the irony that drips from the blades of my fingers, as they long to carve the truth into the hearts of those who dare defy the balance.Isn’t it worth pondering, who is the real monster here? Just asking questions.