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Gwen

The captured Goth examined every corner of the room, trying to find a way out of the Master Bedroom. No such luck. The door was locked, and too heavy to be kicked down. The windows were locked as well, and from what she could see, she was on the very top floor. So, breaking the glass and jumping out was not an option."Unless I want a few broken bones..."She muttered to herself, thinking of no other means of escape.

Defeated, she sighed and laid out across the bed. At least it was comfortable.

Too comfy. Minutes later Gwen found herself deep in sleep.

Duncan

"Pain."Duncan said to himself as he was thrown into a wall."More Pain."He muttered as a tentacle wrapped around his ankle, hurtling him across the kitchen again like a child would throw a doll.

"Get up and fight back you imbecile!"The Terror Mask urged on with it's distorted voice.

"No need for insults..."Duncan stood back up, rubbing his head. He looked on and sized up his opponent. He wished he hadn't had been so curious. The Oven was actually alive and moving. With it's door open, the dozen bloodshot eyes never took their gaze off of Duncan,. A writhing mass of slimy green tentacles had grown out of it's side, the oven's main source of attack. If he could dissect those from the oven-creature, that would probably stop it.

"Any ideas?"Duncan cracked his knuckles, asking the mask.

"Rip those freaking things out with savagery."If the mask could, in his mind, Duncan could imagine the steel hockey mask on his face smiling.

Gwen

Within the realm of dreams, strange events unfolded before Gwen. She was standing in a laboratory-type setting, boiling beakers and crude machines on tables surrounded her. In front of her, a man she recognized as Doctor West sat, scribbling furiously into a notebook, mumbling incoherent words to himself. She approached him, the Doctor not even noticing her. She peered over his shoulder to look at the notes. Words and symbols that didn't make sense took up most of the page, but at the bottom she could make a tiny paragraph in spidery writing.

"The voices have been in my head since day one. I've tried therapy, only made it worse. I've tried medicine, too simple now. The voices tell me of what I am to do. The voices tell me of the future. It is glorious..."

Doctor West suddenly whirled around, grabbing Gwen by the shoulders."To understand what you will become..."He grinned at her."You must understand the past."He laughed, pushing her away. She fell through a hole that suddenly appeared in the ground, the reality of dreams twisted in every direction. She plummeted through darkness.

Gwen awoke with a jolt.

Duncan

The now supernaturally-powered Delinquent was slowly being crushed. The tentacles pinned his arms and legs to his side, squeezing around his entire body."A little help would be...really appreciated!"Duncan gasped out to his mask."I can't make you invincible."The Mask replied, acting as if it's host slowly being squeezed to death was commonplace."But you can do this now..."It lead off.

A tingling sensation in his arms and legs now, and all the small spikes that had grown out of his skin had shot out to razor-sharp, three feet long pikes. The oven's tentacles released their grip on Duncan,except for the ones that had gotten stuck to his newfound defense. All Duncan had to do was think about it, and the bone spikes retracted back to their much smaller length.

The Oven was moving away from Duncan now, wary of the bones. Duncan leapt onto the oven, gripping the remaining tentacles as tightly as he could. He pullled, the appendages giving way easily. They tore out with a sickening squishy sound. Duncan tossed them aside, picking up the now defenseless creature and tossing it against the wall."How do you like it huh?"He walked over to it, picking it up again and flinging it across the kitchen just as it had done to him earlier.

The creature inside the oven gave a dying moan, and the entire metal body dissolved."Now that that's over...proceed. We should be coming into the west wing."The Mask said. Duncan massaged the areas where the tentacles had squeezed rather tightly as he found the exit, moving from the kitchen into the West Wing of the Mansion.

He found himself in another hallway,but this one was much encouraging to him. It was a straight shot across, even with a few rooms to explore on the left side. A massive tinted window ran down the hallway on the right. Duncan could see his reflection in the window as he walked. He rubbed his hand across the window as he walked, surprised to see a bloody handprint left behind. He sighed. This was going to be a long night.

At the end of the hall, he reached a flight of stairs. They were the spiraling kind that kept rising up and up."A straight shot up. From what I can recall...These stairs lead to Doctor West's personal study."The Mask voiced on Duncan's path of travel.

As he walked up, Duncan began to wonder. What exactly was this mask? How did it know all of these things? Of course he had forgotten they were one beng now, so the Terror Mask heard every thought."Patience, Duncan-boy. Every puzzle has a answer..."The Mask said.

Gwen

"...But if you dig too deep into that puzzle, you may be terrified of what you find."Gwen said out loud. She confusedly looked around. Why did she just say that? This house was starting to get to her.

She approached the door once more, examining any fault that could lead her to escape. She looked at the doorknob, seeing it was had a keyhole on her side as well. Suddenly, it hit her. A bobby pin. She recalled from a an earlier fiasco with Duncan...any lock can be opened with a bobby pin and a little patience. She loved that criminal. Searching in her hair, she pulled a bat-shaped pin out of it's dyed strands. It wasn't exactly a bobby pin, but it would have to do.

Straightening out the pin, she inserted it into the keyhole, making sure it got stuck in the tumblers. She moved it around slowly, jimmying it until there was a small click."Voila, one free Goth Girl."Gwen smiled, pushing the door open.

Stepping into the hallway, she found that it wasn't as dark as she expected. In a window nearby, moonlight gracefully streamed in.

She walked towards the windows, maybe they could give her a sense of where she was exactly in the house. As she walked, a sharp jolt in her mind made her stop. She shut her eyes tight, a painful headache and a barrage of images came. She could see the notebook from her earlier dreams, an invisble force turning the pages for her. She could see entire pages filled with pencil-sketches of her, her name written over and over again. As quickly as it came, the images and headache were gone.

Gwen opened her eyes, confused as ever.

Duncan

After countless steps, Duncan had reached the top floor of the mansion. He emerged into Doctor West's Study. It was a large room, filled with tables that had scattered machines and tubes on them, all shattered and broken. Discarded notes layed strewn about on the floor. The only thing that really stood out was a single notebook that layed closed on the floor. Duncan casually walked ove and picked it up, flicking through the pages."Most of this stuff is gibberish, I can barely read it."He said."Read the last few pages."The Mask sounded solemn, if a heavily distorted monster voice could sound solemn.

Turning to the back, Duncan began to read aloud the last five entries of Doctor West.