I do not own "Splatterhouse" or any of the characters associated with the game. "Splatterhouse" belongs to its rightful owners, Namco, and I claim no copyright. Any OC's belong to me.

I would like to thank Koenpheonix for allowing me to use her character, Nightmare! I would also like to thank her for being my Beta Reader! Thanks!

Rick Taylor braced himself when he entered the study, expecting the voice to begin speaking to him nonstop the moment he stepped into the room. He squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the insults to start flying at him.

"It's about fucking TIME, Rick-o; I've been having to hear this cunt bitch and moan for the last few hours about how fucking BORED she is! I'm telling you, it's enough to make you want to fucking kill yourself! If you kill yourself, I'll be more amused you know." A deep voice called out, a shiver immediately traveling up Rick's spine.

With a grimace, he looked up at the wall where two bone masks hung, their empty eye sockets boring holes into him. The one mask he was easily familiar with; a simple skull-shape, just slightly reminiscent to a hockey mask. The other was similar in shape, but pointed at the top. However, this one lacked mouth-holes, unlike the other one.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! And FUCK YOU!" The other mask yelled in a feminine voice, prompting Rick to look up and watch the mask practically vibrate on the wall. The Terror Mask, the mask that Rick was so accustomed to, gave a small whistle of either amusement or mock annoyance.

"Shit bitch, what crawled up your ass and died?" Terror remarked with a small chuckle. The Nightmare Mask seemed to be seething, Rick almost feeling her fury.

"Up yours! I'm a fucking decoration in some loser's house as a trophy! I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE PISSED!" Nightmare snarled, Rick hearing her vibrate just slightly on the wall. Rick noted with interest that Nightmare seemed to be in a worse mood than usual; she was hateful and spiteful, but she had been losing her temper quicker than usual.

"I thought you'd gotten over that fourteen years ago." Terror said with a snarky sort-of tone. Rick could feel the fury radiating off of Nightmare like waves of heat. It was unsettling, feeling her fury like this; she was usually calmer than this. But lately, she had been growing more and more restless and angry with each passing day.

"Get fucked! You may not mind being a fucking wall trophy, but I want some BLOOD! I want some ACTION! I want to get my claws wet with fucking BLOOD, you pricks!" Nightmare fairly screeched as Rick reached up and grabbed Nightmare.

"…That's odd." Rick remarked quietly as he stared at Nightmare, his eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

"What? That she's being more of a bitch than usual? Ricky, that's not odd at all." Terror added with a slight cheerfulness to his tone. Rick briefly glanced up at Terror, giving him a look before turning his gaze back down to Nightmare.

"No…She's a little heavier than usual." Rick remarked curiously. He lifted her up and down, double checking the weight of the mask. He ignored her protests as he continued to lift her up and down.

"Fuck you, Four-Eyes!" Nightmare snapped at Rick with the same fury that sent chills down his spine. He had to wonder if the sound of her voice would be enough to crack the lenses of his glasses.

"Maybe she's becoming a fat bitch, Ricky. Hey, Fatty! You might want to lay off of those Happy Meals!" Terror taunted, only prompting Nightmare to become even more furious.

"Fuck you, you assholes! That's fucking impossible! I can't gain weight, I'm a fucking MASK! I HAVEN'T EVEN EATEN ANYTHING! I have had NO blood! NONE! Whose fault is that by the way?" She howled at both of them, she actually vibrated in Rick's hand, startling him and he dropped her. He bent over, grabbing the still vibrating mask.

"Maybe she's having a mid-life crisis? SHe's only what? 600?" Terror said with an amused tone. That seemed to be the final straw for Nightmare, for she bellowed loud enough to make Rick's ears ring.

"FUCK YOU, GEEZER!" Nightmare hissed, falling silent save for some angry breathing. Rick couldn't help but feel annoyance towards Nightmare as he set her back onto the wall, watching as she finally stopped vibrating on the wall. She seemed to be on her last good nerve, and there had hardly been anything going on.

"Seriously, what IS wrong with you? You're not usually this much of a..." He searched for the right words to use in this sort of situation; words that would hopefully not get him screamed at by Nightmare.

"Cunt." Terror finished for him casually. Rick had a feeling that if Terror could move his face, he would be smirking right about now.

"Well, that's not the word I would have used, but yes. You've been acting like a real cunt lately." Rick conceded reluctantly. He half expected to get another earful from Nightmare for using such a word against her.

Nightmare was still letting off those waves of rage that filled the room and Rick could swear it was tinting the room with the faintest shade of red. She paused, the waves of hate calming down.

"Damn I'm feeling fucking awful…" She said, the faintest hint of strain in her voice.

"You don't say?" Terror remarked coolly, still using that tone that made Rick think that Terror was smirking to himself.

"I'm fucking serious, I feel like crap." She said. "Which doesn't make the fact that I'm A FUCKING TROPHY any more fucking pleasant." She started getting riled up again. "Seriously, this is fucking BULLSHIT! Who the FUCK do you think you are? I want out! I want ACTION! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I'm going fucking crazy!" Nightmare bellowed once more, prompting him to put his hand to his forehead. He tapped his skull with his fingers and sighed a gusty sort of sigh. He had never had to deal with this from the Terror Mask, probably because Terror knew that begging to be let out was useless.

"Just put on a fucking movie, something! Anything to make her shut the fuck up! Try "Dead Alive", she likes that one." Terror snapped at Rick, Rick complying by walking over to a bookshelf with DVD cases on it and pulled out the appropriate movie. He walked over to the DVD player across from the masks; he could feel them watching him and still could feel the rage Nightmare was releasing wafting over his body. He put the movie in and quickly put it on play, the movie starting up as he turned around to look at the masks.

"Now watch the movie and stop driving me insane. The TV's sleep mode will turn off the screen while the credits are rolling. I'm going to bed." Rick said in an exasperated tone, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walked out of the room, still feeling Nightmare's seething contaminate the room with her fury.

Jennifer awoke to crying; it sounded like a baby, and she sat up and looked around. She looked at Rick next to her and nudged him, trying to wake up her slumbering husband.

"Rick? Rick, do you hear that?" Jen whispered, hearing Rick grunt softly in his sleep. Rick absentmindedly, probably not even consciously, moved her hand away with a lazy brush of his hand. She frowned and pushed him, hard, and he actually toppled out of the bed. He groaned and his eyes opened as he heard the crying and sat up. Either he was half-asleep and was still dreaming, or there was somebody in the house.

"What the fuck is that sound?" Rick whispered hoarsely, his throat dry as he looked around the room. The sound was soft, but chilling at the same time. If he didn't know any better, it sounded like somebody was crying. He stumbled to his feet and Jen looked confused. He looked at her and grabbed his glasses next to the nightstand and put them on. He stumbled to the door and grabbed a baseball bat next to the door, his guard raised slightly as he went to find out where this crying was coming from.

Jen followed closely behind him, her hands grasping onto Rick's nightshirt tightly as Rick gripped the wooden handle of the baseball bat. He first checked the kitchen; nobody was there. He checked the bathrooms, the dining room, even the basement. But there was nobody there.

He was about to go and check David's room to see if he was having a nightmare and if he was crying in his sleep when he passed by the study.

The crying was fairly loud, and it was coming from inside the study.

"Jen. Stay here." Rick whispered, Jen instantly loosening her grip on his nightshirt. With one hand, Rick turned the doorknob, the door creaking ominously. With a tight grip on the baseball bat, Rick stepped into the study.

He instantly felt like he had just walked into a nursery with a crying baby; it wasn't the sound of an adult or a burglar; it sounded like a baby was crying.

The TV inside was shut off, the room dark save for the moonlight shining through the curtains. There was the thick, coppery smell of blood in the room, and Rick was on instant high-alert. He fumbled for a light switch, the room filling with light that burned his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was the red smear of blood on the wall, trailing down towards the floor. Rick's eyes followed the trail of blood down towards something red glinting in the light of the room.

"…What the fuck?" Rick mumbled as he stooped down to see what it was that was on the floor. The crying sound was at its loudest at the foreign, blood-drenched object resting on the carpet. With a grimace, Rick picked up the object, studying it in the light.

"…Oh my fucking GOD." Rick whispered as he finally figured out just what this thing was. He realized with some horror that what he was holding was…

"A Mask? A fucking Mask?" Rick asked aloud, wiping some of the blood off of the hard object with a tissue he had gotten from a box on the desk. Indeed, it was a mask, but not one of the masks that was hanging on his wall.

This one was smaller, more suited to be worn by a child or even a young teenager. Although it was covered in red, Rick could tell that it was bone white by the bare patches he had created. It had two sets of horns adorning it, and he could just barely make out some markings upon its surface.

The most unsettling feature about it was its uncanny resemblance to a certain Mask that he had grown accustomed to. There was no mistaking that same exact jaw and mouth-holes. The empty eye sockets were chilling and extremely similar to…

"Holy SHIT! Both of you wake the fuck up right now!" Rick shouted at the two Masks on the wall. He noticed that the blood trail had begun right underneath Nightmare, and Rick realized with disgust that somehow…

"Did you two just have a fucking BABY?" Rick shouted, hearing Terror and Nightmare both awaken from their sleep (if Masks slept; Rick had no fucking clue). The Mask that he was clutching tightly in his hand continued to cry, sounding exactly like a newborn baby.

"The fuck are you talking about, Rick?" Terror asked sleepily (he could have easily been fucking around with Rick) Rick began to feel fury build up in his chest as he thrust the blood-soaked Mask right at Terror and Nightmare.

"I'm fucking talking about THIS! What the FUCK is this thing? Why didn't you two tell me that you could have a fucking BABY?" Rick demanded, the Mask crying louder as he jiggled it in his hand. Terror was silent for a few moments before chuckling softly to himself.

"Huh. Would you look at that? Hey, you fat bitch, wake the fuck up!" Terror said in an amused tone, completely ignoring the crying.

"…What the FUCK is that?" Nightmare asked as Rick continued to jiggle the Mask in his hand. This only seemed to make it cry harder.

"That's what I'd like to know! I think you guys had a fucking BABY! Jesus CHRIST! I can tell it's yours because it looks exactly like YOU, you fucking prick!" Rick said to Terror, pointing out the identical chin and mouth-holes. For a few moments, Terror was silent before he spoke again.

"Oh, fuck no, Ricky. We're fucking Masks; how can we have babies? It's impossible." Terror said, his voice serious and not holding even an ounce of humor. Without even thinking about it, Rick starting flailing his hands around in frustration, completely forgetting about the Mask in his hand.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out! How the FUCK did you two have a baby? Tell me, did you fuck her the last time I put you in the box before we moved?" Rick demanded, the Mask in his hand crying louder with each passing second.

"…Maybeeeeee…Not that it's any of YOUR business, Rick. What we do is none of your business. So if I decided to fuck her, then yeah, I fucked her." Terror said simply.

"But you got her pregnant, you dumbshit! It's my fucking business if you guys decide to have a fucking baby!" Rick said angrily as he continued to wave the Mask in his hand around, the Mask's crying turning to horrible wailing.

"I, for one, would like to point out that I wasn't "fucked"; I was "raped". THAT'S the word you should be using, you cunt-sucker. And Jesus, I don't know what the FUCK had gotten into me; I've been such a psychotic bitch lately. Tell me, Four-Eyes, what got into me?" Nightmare asked in mock-politeness.

"I can think of a few things…Maybe you need to get laid again." Terror sniggered, Nightmare either ignoring him or trying her best to not scream at Terror.

"You think this is funny? You think this is all a big, fucking joke? No way, asshole; you have a kid now, and you need to think about him…or her…or it…Or, oh, I don't even fucking know. I don't even know what the fuck this thing is. Point being, you got yourself into this, now do some fucking parenting and get your kid to shut up." Rick said, placing the Mask down onto the desk, heading towards the door to leave the study.

"Hey, Ricky, where are you going?" Terror asked amusedly as Rick reached for the light switch. Rick paused, but didn't look back at the Masks, the sound of the baby Mask crying still fairly loud.

"Tomorrow, it's going up on the wall right in-between you two. You guys are fucking parents, so take care of your kid. I've been doing it for fourteen years, so get cracking. Now, I'm going back to sleep." Rick said with firm finality as he turned the lights off, plunging the Masks into darkness.

"Hey, Rick-o! You gonna shut this thing up, or what? I don't know what the fuck to do, other than to throw it against the wall…If I had any fucking arms and legs to do so." Terror called out after Rick, Rick pausing in the doorway, not bothering to turn around again.

"Oh yeah? Well, you'd better find a way to shut it up, douche-bag; it's your kid after all; don't expect ME to know how to take care of a baby Mask." Rick said before shutting the door, casting the whole room into darkness.

"Rick? Aw, come on Ricky, I was only fucking around with you!" Terror called out, hearing Rick walk down the hall back towards his and Jen's bedroom. The only sounds Terror and Nightmare could hear were the sounds of the infant Mask, its wailing turning into full-fledged screaming, the Mask vibrating slightly on the desk as if it was throwing a small temper-tantrum.

"Rick? Ricky? Hellooooooo? Rick, come back here and shut this little fucker UP!" Terror called out again, the only sound greeting him was the shrieking Mask.

"…This is all YOUR fault, you cock-muncher." Nightmare said pointedly as the Mask continued to scream its head off.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, you dyke." Terror said, trying his best to ignore the screaming Mask.

It wasn't fucking easy at all.