8: Lights, Camera, Action! I'm a Movie Star! ...Not.
I stare at Freddy with my mouth slightly agape. Freddy stares back, awaiting my reaction. I glance over at Ghostface, who seems to have fallen asleep. His head is thrown back and loud, obnoxious snores are pouring through the front of his mask. I finally look at Chucky.
"Well?" the doll asks.
I giggle nervously. "Er, sorry. I don't understand what you're trying to say."
Freddy facepalms for a long time and then utters out a growl. "Okay," he holds up his hands. "Let's put it in simple terms for our simpleton. We're going to send you into one of the horror movie worlds and see how you survive. Comprende?"
"What?!" I scream. "You want me to go into a horror movie world?!"
"And she finally catches on," Chucky drones.
I stand up and wave my hands in front of me. "Whoa, slow down, compadres! Doesn't that mean that I'm putting myself in danger?"
Freddy shrugs. "Pretty much."
"B-But what if I get killed? Which is a pretty likely outcome of this stupid idea!"
"Tough luck, doll," Chucky snickers. "We can always find another Good Person."
I flop back in my seat, feeling defeated. I thought they needed me, which was something I was going to use as a sort of trump card to play if they ever threatened my life. At the same time, I can't fight away a strange sense of relief at the idea of going into a horror movie world. At least I don't have to show them how to kill someone. Instead, I'll just be sent off to who-knows-where to try and not get my head cut off by some psycho.
"Well," I mumble. "When do I start?"
"I'm happy you asked," Freddy says. He cuts his eyes over at Ghostface, whose snores have become increasingly loud. "Hey! Wake your dumb a** up!"
Ghostface snaps awake and rubs at his mask. "Wha?" he asks. "I'm up!"
Freddy rolls his eyes before he continues speaking. "We've already discussed which movie world to send you to and decided we should start you off somewhere relatively easy, just to test the waters. If you're not cut out for the job, we'll find out with this first world."
His blades hit the wall and a picture of an infamous blood-covered killer appears on the screen. I feel my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. My hands clamp down on the armrests of my chair. I lean back in my seat and get ready to scream but Ghostface's hand covers my mouth.
"Thank you," Freddy says with a grateful tip of his hat to Ghostface. Ghostface bumps his fist to his chest and throws up a peace sign with his free hand.
I struggle against Ghostface's grip until he finally lets me go. I gasp for air before pointing up at the picture on the wall. "Jason?!" I screech. "You think that he's the easiest choice?!"
"Well, yeah," Ghostface says with a shrug. "How hard can it be to not get killed by a big retard in a mask?" Chucky and Freddy give him pointed looks. Ghostface glances between both of them before asking, "What?"
I shake my head. "Jason is like a big…indestructible…hockey player! With a machete!" I add. "There's not a chance in this world that I'm going to survive being in the same world as that massive mutant! Gimme someone easier! Like the Leprechaun in the Hood!" The title alone makes me a little less scared of him. With enough money and gold, maybe I'd be able to pay him not to kill me?
"Not our d*** problem, princess," Chucky says. He really seems to be enjoying this, the little jerk. I oughta punt him across the room. "You are going to take your butt in there and try your hardest to survive, which I doubt you'll be able to do. I'll be the first to say that I don't think you're the right person for the job."
I shouldn't let him get to me. I really shouldn't. What do I care what some evil little fictional psychopath thinks about me? But he's really, really annoying me by how often he keeps putting me down. I just can't hold my tongue with this jerk, no matter how extremely painful the consequences will be of talking back to him.
I slam my hands down on the table, stand up, and narrow my eyes at the pint-sized murderer. "Send me into a Jason movie," I demand. "Send me into any of your dumb 'horror movie worlds'. Send me wherever it takes to keep you monsters away from my loved ones. But after you get your 'information', I never want to see any of you creeps around me or my family… ever… again."
Chucky grins. He is just too happy to see how easy it is for him to get under my skin. He steps closer to me and matches my glare with one of his own. His left eye is twitching and his rubber grin is maniacal.
"You talk big now, dollface," he hisses. "Let's see what tune you're singing once Jason lays his machete through your thick skull."
I try not to let it show, but his words make me want to vomit. I gulp but don't bat an eye.
"Oh yeah?" I declare. "We'll just see about that. Let's not forget that the Good Guy always wins."
I hear Freddy and Ghostface hiss in anger at my words. I smirk, feeling victorious. Yeah, that's right, boys. You need me. If they ever wanted to figure out how my kind thinks, they are going to have to work with me. I'm not some victim. I'm a fighter! I can handle whatever these freaks can dish out and hopefully even call the shots.
Chucky eyes me up and down and then grins appreciatively, which makes the plastic on his face wrinkle up.
"Look who put on their big girl panties," he mutters. Finally, he breaks eye contact with me and starts walking towards the end of the table where Freddy is. I don't know if I'm imagining things, but I think I saw a hint of approval in that little, grotesque grin of his.
"Hey," he continues, still plodding towards Freddy. "You survive this movie and you might earn a bit of my respect."
I scoff at this. "Like I care about earning your respect. I just want to get away from all of you."
I sound sooo salty right now, but can you blame me? I'm not in a good mood. After zero hours of sleep and finding out that my life and my family's lives are in jeopardy, you can imagine how much friendliness I'm feeling towards the people who caused both of these things to happen.
"You think we want to be around a slimy stick in the mud Good Girl like you?" Freddy's scratchy, rumbling voice cuts into my thoughts. He looks a little ticked now that I've found a little bit of courage. He's got his arms crossed and one of his knifes are tapping against his elbow. "We just want to find out how to get rid of all of you!" he growls.
"Well then, you'd better hope I survive this little excursion," I taunt. "Cause otherwise, you're going to have to find yourself new girl."
"I'm already wishing we had," Freddy mumbles. He shoots me an acidic glare and then begins his explanation again. "As I was saying, you will be going into Jason's horror movie world to try and survive the entire length of a movie, which is roughly around an hour and thirty minutes to us viewers. Being a participant in the movie, it will last probably a day to a week for you, depending on a few key factors, say an annoying Good Samaritan decides to move you away somewhere or Jason just feels like toying with you."
I gulp.
"One of us will go with you, to take notes," Ghostface tosses in. "That's about it for the ex-pli-nations! You got all that, sweetheart?"
I sigh and rub my shaking hands together. I can do this. It was for my family's safety. Besides, hadn't I watched a thousand horror movies with Tacky? We would always scream at the stupid people in the movie who tripped, hid in a closet, or, even worse, suggested that everyone split up. We were always certain that we would survive a horror movie. I guess it's time to put that theory to test.
"Okay," I finally say. "I'm ready. Which Jason movie am I going into? The fourth one? Just please don't send me into Jason X." That movie sucked, big-time.
Freddy clucks his long tongue at me. "Not how it works, Rosey-gal. We can't send you into one of his older movies. You might have seen how they play out and already know the key to survive. We're going to send you to one of Jason's concept worlds."
"Concept world?" I question.
"It's like an idea for a movie but it was never brought to the big screen. You'll be going to one that you've never even dreamed of."
Crap. There goes my ace.
"Okay, so I'm going into a horror movie world that no one has ever before experienced. Great. Do I have to go empty-handed? I don't get to bring a weapon?"
"Now where's the fun in that?" Freddy teases with a wag of his finger. "You'll be just like the rest of the stupid teenagers in our movies. Weaponless and defenseless."
I groan and put my face in my hands. I flick my fingers out, still keeping my face covered. "Fine. Send me. Just… Just tell my family and friends that I love them if I don't make it back."
"Aw, we'll try to remember," Chucky says with a roll of his plastic eyes.
Liar.
Freddy swings his claws out, ripping a hole in the air itself. A portal of red, pink, and purple plasma opens before us and I find myself peering into another dimension. There's a giant lake in the distance and plenty of trees. It looks peaceful enough, but isn't that how every horror movie starts off before the carnage begins?
I swallow and send a fearful look at Freddy. "What happens if I get killed?" I ask.
He smirks. "Game over, Rosey-gal. Or should I say, life over?"
I gulp again and nod. I prepare to step into the rift but stop and look at Freddy again. "Hey, which one of you guys are coming with me...?"
Freddy only cocks an eyebrow at me. Seeing that he isn't going to answer me, I take a deep breath and step into the rift.
Here comes the first Concept World! How do you think Rose will fare? ;o
Next time: It had to be Freddy's grand idea to open a rift that opened up right above the lake. With a shriek, I fall into the freezing, cold water. It gushes around me like ice-cold hands pulling me under. I hold my breath and cover my nose, which helps me do nothing but sink even further. That big, burnt jerk! I can't swim! Is he trying to kill me?
