- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Horror, Yaoi/Yuri(for reasons), Sci-Fi, Modern, Magical, Fighting,
Prologue:
After spending some time in a world much different to their own known as the Red Sea, the serial killer duo of Ghostface and ChromeSkull have returned to the world of humanity. Not wanting to return to Woodsboro or anything of the sort, ChromeSkull decided they needed somewhere to stop off At least as a recovery point before ChromeSkull took his partner back to see his main headquarters.
Unknown to them however? The city they were taking a stop in also happened to be the home of the slasher hunter duo:
Where were our serial killer partners at the moment? The night was dark, the rain was heavy and pounded the ground with no signs of letting up and the lights of a nearby diner flickered on and off, clearly showing that whoever maintained this place didn't seem to care too much about appearances. It didn't seem like too many customers were going to come tonight.
But, then a black hearse would have pulled up in front of the diner and the door slowly opened out to the side. Black boots reached out and stepped into a puddle, splashing rainwater around as a costumed figure with a screaming white Halloween mask and black robes stood tall. As the rain cascaded around his mask, he'd look over his shoulder as the driver side door opened and a man who seemed to be around 6'4 or so made his way out. Standing up, the moonlight glistened on the metallic mask he wore. The mask itself was in the shape of a skull and the eyes could not be seen behind the sockets of the mask, only darkness.
The other man seemed to be far more well-dressed than his partner, having a sophisticated looking suit to go along with his matching jacket. Pushing the door closed behind him, the man reached into his pocket and brought out what seemed to be a generic looking cellphone. Which was the point as it was a burnout phone, to be tossed in case his position was ever compromised.
ALRIGHT, NOW LET'S TAKE THIS NICE AND SLOW, OK MICKEY? YOU'RE GONNA WALK IN THERE, ALL NICE AND PROFESSIONAL LIKE. FROM THERE, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?"
The suit-wearing killer 'asked' as he held his cellphone towards the other one who appeared to be named 'Mickey'. "Yeah, yeah, I know the routine Chrome! We must have practiced it over a dozen times! I go in and act natural until you give me the signal!"
DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT THE SIGNAL IS?
Slamming his fist down on the roof of the hearse, Mickey shouted back at his partner, seeming rather agitated by the continued questioning.
"I know what I'm doing! You think I just spent all that time in the Red Sea with Sal and Wada just goofing off?"
WHO KNOWS? YOU WERE SO GIDDY ABOUT THE DAMN PLACE, I COULDN'T TELL WHAT YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT HALF THE TIME. ALSO, KEEP YOUR DAMN MITS OFF MY CAR. MY ASSOCIATE WASN'T HAPPY WITH LOANING ME OUT ANOTHER ONE SINCE THAT WE HAD TO ABANDON THE OTHER ONE BACK IN JAPAN.
"Right, and you said we should let her go."
I TOLD YOU REVENGE IS A WASTE OF TIME AND EFFORT. YOU DO THAT ON YOUR TIME, NOT MINE. NOW C'MON, GET IN THERE. I'M GETTING SOAKED OUT HERE.
Making a 'shooing' gesture, Mickey grumbled under his breath as he headed inside the diner, pushing the door open and letting it swing shut behind him. Peering out the window, ChromeSkull kept one hand on the wheel and one hand near his cellphone as he watched his partner try to work off all the training he'd done.
Stepping inside, Mickey glanced around and shaking some of the collected rainwater out of his costume, he'd notice some of the looks directed his way. Some of them were amusement at this weirdo who just came in out of the rain in what looked to be a Halloween costume of all things, others looked annoyed. Who did this guy think he was? Thought he could get attention or something by dressing up like that? Halloween was months away!
He'd really enjoy killing those guys. But, Mickey was dragged away from his thoughts as a waitress approached him with notepad in hand. Pulling a cigarette from her lips, she held it in between her fingers as she looked the serial killer up and down.
"Nice outfit, sir. What'll you be having for the night?"
The waitress's voice was absolutely thick with sarcasm and it was evident that whether it had been Mickey or Jason Voorhees who walked through that door, she would have reacted about the same way.
"Thanks. Uh, do you serve pancakes this late?"
Laughter began to break out among some of the occupants and Mickey's hand clenched up into a fist as he kept his eyes focused on the waitress.
"Something wrong with my order? I just want some pancakes and maybe a soda. You can get that for me, can't you?'
The waitress was admittedly a bit confused by the strange order but just as she was about to write it down, another patron, a guy who looked like a trucker or something of the sort approached Mickey and jabbed a big meaty finger right in his chest. Leaning in, Mickey could smell that this guy had been doing some heavy drinking, way before Mickey had even walked in.
"You think you can just walk in here, dressed up like some kinda freak and ask for pancakes? What kinda pussy are you, anyway? You sure as hell ain't from around here, that's for sure. You ought to be hanging out with that big burly motherfucker who hangs around here sometimes. Fella wears a mask, just like you. Maybe you two can have a little play-date."
ChromeSkull watched the stand-off from his car and kept one hand on the wheel. He trusted Mickey to keep to the plan they had formed, he was not looking forward to having to clean up an entire diner's worth of corpses.
Mickey was growing more and more irritated as this guy spoke. Mickey didn't pride himself on physical strength, none of the people who took on the Ghostface moniker did. But, he wasn't afraid to take on people bigger in stature than him, because the knife helped to make those people shorter. In more ways than one. As he reached for the sheath where he held his knife, another waitress came up and stood between the trucker and Mickey. This one seemed younger, more innocent. Just who Mickey and Chrome were looking for.
"Hey, why don't you back off? I dunno why this guy's dressed like he is, but it's his own damn business. Where do you get off talking to him like you know him?"
The trucker wasn't in the mood for any kind of lip and simply shoved the waitress aside, 'provoking' Mickey into launching forward and socking the trucker in the face. As blood dripped down from one of the trucker's nostrils, he gripped Mickey by the collar of his costume and began pounding away at him, knocking the mask off in the process. Deciding he'd let this idiot push him around longer than he would have liked, Mickey smashed his boot into the guy's crotch and then when he was released, he'd crack him in the back of the neck to send him to the floor.
"Stay down." Mickey quiped as the trucker's friends quickly rushed over to their fallen friend and Mickey stumbled onto a barstool and propped his elbows on the counter. Ignoring the glares and death threats thrown his way, the trucker's friends dragged him out of the diner, pausing as they saw ChromeSkull sitting in his car.
"Who the hell's that guy?"
"Maybe he's that douchebag's friend. I dunno, let's just get out of here. We need to get our friend here to a bed so he can sleep off that asskicking the weirdo in the costume gave him."
ChromeSkull acted as if he hadn't heard the chatter from the truckers and continued watching Mickey work. He handled that better than he had expected. He didn't even pull out his knife and disembowel the guy. Good on him for that. Just to see if he kept this going..
Watching as the hooligans left, the waitress turned towards Mickey and patted him affectionately on the shoulder. "Thanks for that and for what it's worth? I don't think your costume's all that bad. It's..kind of cool, actually! In a creepy sort of way."
"Oh no, don't worry about it! He's not the first asshole I've met and I'm only twenty eight, I'm sure I'll being a whole bunch more. Oh? You like the costume, huh? Well, yeah I guess it's got sort of a creepy flair to it. I like when things have that sort of pizazz to them, you know? I'm Mickey, nice to meet you by the way. Just wish I didn't have a aching headache."
The waitress gave a giggle at how well Mickey seemed to be taking the events. "I'm Alicia, it's really nice to meet you too, Mickey." Before the two could continue conversing, the waitress that Mickey had given his order to motioned for Alicia to go and fill said order. Flustered, Alicia quickly made her way off to the kitchen and the older waitress chuckled.
"I'm not much for this kind of thing but thanks for what you did. Those assholes are always coming on in here and making nuisances of themselves. Glad to see someone finally taking a stand against them. Even if you look like crap, no offense."
"None taken! Happy I made a difference and I got pancakes to show for it! As well as the appreciation of two lovely ladies."
As Alica returned with the order, she'd place the pancakes down in front of Mickey with a nice cold glass of Dr. Pepper next to it. Quickly digging in, Mickey glanced up at Alicia.
"Hey, I know this is a bit sudden and all but do you get off work soon, Alicia? The reason I'm dressed like I am is because a couple friends of mine were holding a party and I decided to take a bit off to grab some beer and ended up grabbing a bite to eat before we headed back. It's not a party without something to eat, right?' Mickey joked as Alicia mulled over the idea before glancing over at the other waitress.
"..Alright, I can cover for ya this one night. But, don't expect this to be a recurring thing."
Clapping her hands together, Alicia nodded towards Mickey. "If all you want is to hang at a party, then it's the least I could do after you chased off those assholes. We can go right now if you want." Smiling at her enthusiasm, Mickey finished off his pancakes and rose from his seat and pulled his mask on. Slapping a couple of dollar bills on the counter, he'd grab his glass of Dr. Pepper and motioned to the black hearse that was outside.
"You see that car out there? Knock on the door, my friend will let you in."
Throwing on a jacket and pulling the hood up, Alicia made her way outside and started towards the car. Kneeling down, she'd tap on the passenger side window to try and catch ChromeSkull's attention. Her voice was barely heard admist the heavy raining.
"Hello?! You're Mickey's friend, right? He said you guys were going to a party and invited me! Mind letting me in?! It's a bit cold out here-Oh." ChromeSkull simply reached over and opened the door for her, allowing her to clamber inside. But not before, he'd place a towel on the seat.
YEAH, MICKEY'S A FRIEND OF MINE. JUST, UH MAKE SURE TO SIT ON THE TOWEL. I COULD DO WITHOUT GETTING MY SEATS WET.
"Oh! Uh, right, sorry..So, what's your name?"
JESSE. YOURS?
"Alicia."
NICE NAME.
After that little introduction, the two sort of just sat awkwardly in there before Mickey finally sat in the back of the car and glanced from between Chrome and Alicia.
"Sorry about that, guys. Nature calls, y'know? Heh, I imagine you two got introduced?"
SHE KNOWS I'M JESSE AND I KNOW SHE'S ALICIA. I'M MORE CONCERNED WITH THE FACT THAT YOU JUST SAT DOWN IN MY BACKSEAT WITH YOUR CLOAK ABSOLUTELY SOAKED. YOU'RE PAYING FOR THAT.
"..Oh, shit. I'm so sorry, Jesse!"
Alicia couldn't help but giggle a little at the display. These two seemed like they were pretty good friends at the very least. She settled into her seat as Chrome and Mickey finally ceased their arguing and Chrome began to drive off. Eventually, the three would have found themselves at what seemed to be any other kind of warehouse. Parking the car, Chrome stepped outside of the car and Mickey did the same.
"..Um, Mickey?"
"Yes Alicia?"
"..This is where you're holding the party? Doesn't look very alive to me."
"Oh yeah, guys probably got bored while Jesse and me went exploring! I'm sure once they see we brought someone as cool as you back, things will pick up! C'mon!" Lifting up the garage door of the warehouse, Chrome waited as Alicia and Mickey made their way under before Chrome closed it behind them. The inside also didn't seem to have much of a party atmosphere to it as it was dark with only a few lights scattered every which way. It also seemed like that both Mickey and Chrome had vanished.
"Mickey? Jesse? Are you guys here? C'mon, if this is a prank then it's not funny!"
"Not funny? Well, don't hold back, Alicia! Tell me how you really feel!"
"Mickey?!"
The lights all suddenly turned on to reveal Mickey as he started walking towards Alicia, with his knife in hand as he pointed it towards the waitress.
"Yeah, it's me. I mean did you actually think their'd be other people here? That would kind of ruin the whole thing now wouldn't it? We can't have potential witnesses. That'd just be such a mess and too much extra stabbing. Gotta keep these things nice and tidy.."
JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KILL HER ALREADY. I ALREADY STARTED FILMING. YOU'RE DOING SO GOOD, MICKEY. DON'T MESS IT UP NOW.
"Alright, alright! Sorry Alicia. Looks like I gotta cut you open like a fish."
"W-What?! But back at the diner you..."
"I could have killed everyone in their too! But, that'd be too bloody and leave too many clues. I'd get my boots in the blood and I'd slip around, ugh. I'm already too clumsy for my own good. I just-"
*BANG*
Blood and pieces of brain splattered all over Mickey's mask as Alicia tumbled to the ground, now with a large chunk of head missing. Looking up, he'd see ChromeSkull holding his pistol out. Pocketing it, he'd grip Mickey by the collar and hoisted him off his feet with one hand while shoving his phone in his face with the other.
YOU WERE SO CLOSE TO AN A+, MICKEY. YOU JUST MESSED UP ON THE EXECUTION. YOU STILL HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO CUT THE TALKING AND JUST DO THE KILLING. IF I DIDN'T STEP IN WHEN I DID? SHE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN CLOSE ENOUGH TO KNEE YOU IN THE GROIN, PUNCH YOU, OR DO A MULTITUDE OF THINGS THAT DON'T INVOLVE KILLING HER. I CAN'T SEND THIS TAPE TO THE POLICE. THEY'LL REALIZE HOW MUCH OF A FUCK UP YOU ARE AND THEIR GOES MY CREDIBILITY IN THIS BACKWATER TOWN.
"I'm sorry, Jesse. I just thought I could monologue for a little bit and then bam!"
NO. NO TALKING. JUST STALKING AND THEN EXECUTING. YOU NEED TO CUT OUT THIS SUPPOSED MIDDLEMAN AND JUST DO WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO. GO TAKE CARE OF THE BODY. IT'LL BE GONE BY MORNING AND MICKEY? DON'T FUCKING CALL ME, JESSE. THAT SHIT'S SAID AND DONE. IT'S BACK TO CHROME OR CHROMESKULL FOR YOU.
"..How do you know it'll be gone?"
LET'S JUST SAY I KNOW A GUY. NOW, GO PUT THE BODY WHERE I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO PUT IT. WE'LL TRY AGAIN IN THE NEXT TOWN OVER.
Grumbling under his breath, Mickey picked up the corpse bridal style and made his way over to where Chrome had instructed him to place it. Tossing it to the ground, Mickey slowly turned away only pausing as he saw what seemed to be some kind of puzzlebox poking out of a small crate.
"Hey Chrome!"
WHAT? DID YOU PUT THE BODY WHERE I TOLD YOU TO-DON'T TOUCH THAT MICKEY! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING!
Quickly rushing over, Chrome slapped Mickey's hand away from it and shoved his pistol under Mickey's chin, while forcing him up agaisnt the wall.
"Whoa, whoa, where's the fire, chief? I just wanted a little peek inside the box!"
YEAH, THEN THAT PEEK TURNS INTO 'I WANT TO TOUCH THE THING INSIDE THE BOX' AND YOU KNOW WHAT'LL HAPPEN? THE TWO OF US END UP GETTING MUTILATED AND DRAGGED DOWN TO HELL. NOT SOMETHING I'M READY FOR JUST YET. I'VE ONLY EVER AIMED MY GUN AT YOU TWO OTHER TIMES, MICKEY. DON'T MAKE ME ACTUALLY PULL THE TRIGGER THIS TIME. STAY AWAY FROM THE BOX. I'M GONNA GO SEE HOW THINGS ARE GOING BACK AT HQ BEFORE WE HEAD THERE.
His warning given, ChromeSkull released Mickey and made his way off. Rubbing at his chin, Mickey looked towards the protruding puzzlebox. It had to have some serious power or it wouldn't have freaked out Chrome like it did. But Mickey knew not to press his luck with Chrome, if he had to he knew Chrome would indeed shoot to kill. But, what if he had more than one Ghostface..? Pulling out his own cellphone, Mickey went back to the website that Mrs. Loomis had used to find him. A website revolving around serial killers and the like.
Hours later, Chrome noticed cars pulling up to the warehouse. But, they didn't look like police cars. So, what was going on here? Had someone found them out? If they were his men then he didn't understand why their needed to be so many of them.
MICKEY. I THINK WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. WE MIGHT HAVE SOME COMPANY-WHAT ARE YOU DOINGNGNGGGGGGGDD
Chrome's fingers clutched onto random keys as Mickey smashed him upside the head with the puzzlebox. Falling to his knees with blood running down the side of his head, Chrome glanced up at Mickey who raised the box and continued beating away at his partner until he finally passed out. Chrome soon woke up but found himself tied to one of the larger crates, next to Alicia's dead body. Probably not a good sign of things to come.
The last thing he could recall was a whole bunch of cars pulling up and Mickey hitting him over the head. With his puzzlebox that Chrome had distinctly ordered him not to open! But with his hands restricted as they were, he couldn't form a message to get across his opposition to the idea. Their also seemed to be around seven or so Mickeys?? Or would it be more accurate to say seven Ghostface killers?
"Ah, Chrome! I'm glad you're finally awake to join us! I hope you're comfortable! Oh, you were wondering about the cars? Yeah, while you were busy checking up on your business, I was making some contacts of my own. Turns out you can meet some pretty creepy people on websites revolving around serial killers! Now, let's see if we can solve this box of yours.."
The other Ghostface Killers cheered in approval and Chrome continued to struggle against his binds. He had to admit he didn't believe Mickey would have had the balls to betray him but this was going too far! Damn kid didn't know what he was messing with! No matter how much Chrome struggled however, the binds weren't getting any looser.
As the box finally formed together, it fell from Mickey's hands and it opened up. The various Ghostface killers and Mickey took a step back as the room seemed to grow deathly cold as their breath could be seen and hooks began to appear from everywhere although they didn't penetrate the flesh of either the Ghostface killers or ChromeSkull.
"Oh shit!"
Oh shit..
Finally, a new figure began to speak. Their voice was quite deep and carried a sort of echo-like vibration to it as the hooks drew ever closer to the serial killers.
"All of you, dressed so similar. Yet, only one of you opened the box and we came. Which one of you will step up and proclaim that right, I wonder. I suggest you decide quickly. Before we pick for ourselves.." The lead creature murmured as a whole assortment of strange and twisted creatures appeared behind him, all adorned with their grotesque disfigurements.
The ghostface killers looked among themselves, unsure of which one should claim they did it. Not afraid in the slightest, Mickey stepped forward and knelt down before Pinhead.
"It was me! I'm the one who set you free! My partner didn't think it was such a good idea but I mean look at you and look at us! We both look like guys who want the same things in life! I'm Mickey Alitieri and that guy tied to the crate? That's my partner."
"..I see."
The hooks tore away at Chrome's restraints, freeing the veteran killer. Rising to his feet, Chrome hesitantly made his way towards Pinhead and the other cenobites that had been summoned by the box.
IT WAS I WHO HAD YOUR BOX, YES. ONE OF MY MEN FOUND IT AND FIGURED IT'D BE WORTH MY NOTICE. AFTER DOING SOME RESEARCH, I FOUND IT'D BE IN THE BEST INTEREST OF MY HEALTH IF I KEPT IT LOCKED AWAY. WORKED OUT FOR YEARS. BUT, NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE, I DON'T IMAGINE WE HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT.
"Oh, time's such a relative concept. Once you know the feeling of eternal pain and pleasure, time begans to drift inward on itself, soon you'll find yourself not concerned with it in the slightest. For you'll have much more pressing matters to attend to by that point. Now, let us be off."
MICKEY, DO SOMETHING! YOU GOT US INTO THIS MESS!
"W-Wait! Before you, uh, do that thing with pain and pleasure? How's about a deal?"
"You propose a deal with us? What could you possibly hope to offer us that we could not achieve ourselves?"
"Victims! Other people to take on your treatment that aren't us! We'll do it for as long as you want us too! Ain't that right, Chrome?"
...YES
"Guys?"
"YES!"
Pinhead seemed taken aback by the offer Ghostface was proposing. Having someone on their side to bring them more souls did have it's benefits. Then, when they felt enough had been taken, they could always take the serial killers afterwards. The female cenobite wasn't as keen on the idea and hissed at the Ghostfaces and ChromeSkull.
"Let us just take these fools now. They're merely biding their time, hoping to think of a way to undo what they have done."
"No. They will serve us and in return? We will postpone their arrival into our care for as long as we see fit. That's acceptable, is it not?"
"It's fine with us!" Mickey exclaimed as he held a hand out for Pinhead to shake on it. But, instead of a hand, Mickey would have gotten a hook through the palm of his hand. Wincing as blood began streaming down the chain, the hook retracted and Pinhead nodded.
"The deal has been made. We'll be keeping a close eye on you. If it seems that you are merely buying yourselves time? We'll tear your souls apart!"
With his threat made loud and clear, the cenobites vanished. Although they would not be seen, Mickey and Chrome both felt their heavy presence baring down upon them. They literally could not afford to to mess this up.
"Well, nothing to do but get to it, right?"
YOU FUCKING IDIOT! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?! YOU'VE UNLEASHED A WHOLE BUNCH OF DEMONS THAT WE CANNOT CONTROL AND HAVE BASICALLY TURNED US INTO ERRAND BOYS. I'M NOT FUCKING UP FOR THIS. I'M NOT UP FOR THIS BAND OF IDENTICAL LOOKING GHOSTFACE KILLERS. I'M NOT UP FOR ANY OF THIS. FUCK! IF WE DON'T DO THIS RIGHT, WE'RE LOOKING AT BRIMESTONE AND PITCHFORKS. YOU READY FOR THAT, MICKEY? YOU FUCKS?
ChromeSkull had never been so angry before in his typing as he showed the cell phone to Mickey and the other Ghostface killers.
"Relax Chrome! We'll be just fine! I heard those trucker guys talking about someone hanging around this place. Wears a mask like us. Maybe we can see if he wants to get in on this! If not? Then we know who the first sacrifice will be.."
I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING, MICKEY.
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