Episode 7-I've Got Cabin Fever!
"Okay," Freddy muttered as he observed the pipes beneath the sink and scratched his head, "I think that everything's just about fixed."
Jason: Pennywise sure is good at fixing stuff, isn't he?
Ghostface shrugged. "I coudla done better." Then he went over and sat at the kitchen table, pulled out his phone and began texting.
Michael, who was finally beginning to get over the Thorazine that Loomis had given him, sat on the couch flipping through the channels; Jason went over to join him. Today, like always, there really wasn't much to do. Freddy sighed, got a cup of water from the sink, then went in the living room to sit down.
The sink had been leaking for a while, but Pennywise had miraculously been able to get it fixed. This was good, considering the fact that the dripping pipes had always made a puddle of water on the floor, and on more than one occasion Freddy had tripped. Now, for the time being, it seemed as though everything was normal again. Nothing interesting seemed to be in store for them...yet.
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Later that night when the pizza came there was no beer. Ghostface sighed and banged his head on the kitchen table."Ah fuck! Now what are we gonna do?"
Michael: Calm down. It's no big deal, just drink water.
Jason: Oh yeah, sure. Replace beer with water. You're like Jesus now, huh, Myers?
"Shut up! God, you guys seem so much more annoying now that I'm not drunk." Freddy muttered as he took a piece of pizza and sliced it up with his clawed hand, "Damn. Now what are we gonna do?"
Michael rolled his eyes. Drink water. What's wrong with water?
Freddy shook his head, but Ghostface got up and promptly began to fix himself some water. He threw a glass at Freddy. "Get yourself a glass, idiot. No one's doing it for you."
He groaned and shoved his glass at Michael. "Go get me some water now!"
But I don't-
"Just do it or I'll make sure that you don't get one good week's sleep." When the other killer still hesitated, Freddy snapped, "Now, Myers!"
Jason glared over the table at Freddy. Don't tell Michael what to do!
"Shut your queer ass up!"
You shut up!
As they argued Michael sighed, got up, and went to get the rest of them some water. Buy the time that he came back the bickering had temporarily subsided and all was quiet. After Ghostface finished off his water, he gasped and began choking; he coughed up a a thin line of blood."Ah...what's that?-" he coughed again, gripping his thin stomach.
Jason stared at him disgustedly. I think that it's blood...that's weird.
The others nodded in agreement and continued eating their pizza, ignoring Ghostface who was still coughing up blood. Once a few drops had landed on Freddy's pizza, he made Michael take Ghostface outside on the balcony to eat his supper.
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Everything was fine for the rest of the night until the taste of blood also coated Freddy's throat. He began to worry, but he chose not to let any of the others know. He didn't want to end up spending the night on the balcony with Ghostface, that was for sure. Besides that, it was also common knowledge that Ghostface was a standard attention whore who usually craved attention so much that almost anything he said, did, and thought about doing was fake. So naturally, no one was inclined to even listen or pay attention to him when he really was sick. It was sort of like a 'don't cry wolf' situation.
As the night slowly wore on the others started displaying signs that they weren't all that healthy, either. At around 12 A.M. Freddy couldn't take it anymore. He got up from the couch where he and the other two killers had been sleeping and went outside.
"Hey" he said as he met Ghostface on the balcony, "what's up?"
The other slasher said nothing for a second, just sat there in one of the chairs breathing hard. His once black and white mask was now covered with blood. "Why do you care? You only wanna know if you're gonna be okay, right?"
"Uh, duh, Fuckface. Why else would I care about you?" he said as he looked over the balcony and into the alley below. "Seriously, how are you doing?"
"Fine, I guess," Ghostface said, sighing and fingering his phone, "I don't feel so good, but I don't seem to be that bad, do I?"
Freddy shrugged. "I don't know, Fuckface. I can't see under your mask, but your clothes are all bloody." Ghostface coughed, shuddered, and lifted up his tattered sleeve to revel a skinless arm. It dripped blood and flesh on the floor of the balcony. Freddy staggered back and lifted his own sleeve to reveal the same rot and decay. He gagged. "Oh holy shit, what did I do?"
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Inside the apartment things were also slowly spiraling out of control. Michael had gone into the bathroom to puke up blood and Jason had scratched a large chunk of flesh from his arm; needless to say that both of them were livid. Jason burst onto the balcony and punched Freddy in the face.
"Ow! Why the fuck did you do that?" he asked, his hands covering his charred nose.
What did you do to us?
"Who?"
Ghostface's head suddenly popped up and he asked in a gross, wretched voice, "What's wrong with you?"
Michael suddenly came onto the balcony also, part of his jump suit hanging off his rotting shoulder. His eyes shined with anger and pain. It's the water!
Freddy gazed over at him, surprised. "What do you mean? Water is what's making us rot?"
Jason nodded. I told you that water is bad!
"That's because you drowned your sorry ass, Voorhees!" Ghostface wheezed as he gripped his chest, lifted his mask a little, and spat out a thick clot of blood, "Oh God, I don't feel so good...ugh..."
"Shut up, Fuckface! Now what were you saying? It's in the water? How did it get in the water?"
Michael's gaze didn't shift as he wrote down his answer and handed it to Freddy; Pennywise.
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"Pennywise!"
Something in the sink groaned and rattled. "What? Kinda preoccupied here..."
"Shut up," Freddy snapped, "and tell us what the fucking hell is going on with our God damned water! It's made us sick, it's poisoned. Are you trying to kill us?"
The clown in the sink laughed. "No, it's cabin fever, but if you wanna get fixed before you kick the bucket, then-"
Jason: I thought serial killers couldn't die.
"Wrong! Now shut up, Voorhees. You're wasting time. If you wanna get fixed, then you've gotta drink beer."
Freddy sighed and scratched his head, ripping off a chuck of flesh. "Beer?"
"Yeah," Pennywise said, "buy the bucket load, now you better hurry up. The disease spreads fast."
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"That wasn't so bad." Freddy said as he and all the others sat in the living room, completely drunk but alive and not bleeding.
Michael, who had an unusually low tolerance for alcohol, was in the bathroom puking with his mask off; Ghostface had passed out hours ago due to the beer and loss of blood; Jason was in the bathroom with Michael, trying to make sure that he didn't drown in his own vomit. Sill, Freddy found it in him to put away one more beer before passing out like Ghostface or puking like Myers.
**A/N**
In case you aren't familiar with the movie Cabin Fever, that's what this episode was based off of, just to let you know. If you haven't seen it, I suggest that you do. It's a pretty good movie.
*[this episode has been revised]*
